@ALBUM: minx 'Minx' by -Toyah- typed in by -Xolf- Side One: @SONG: SOLDIER OF FORTUNE, TERRORIST OF LOVE (Willcox/Lee) In my dreams there's a sleeping hunger The instincts of a hunter We raise our fists as one to the power of the gun Are you sinners or saints (Terrorist) Dripping hate (Of) Are you sinners or saints (Love) Do you really know Soldiers of fortune seal your fate The tears of ages still cascade soldier of fortune's burning flame To let these lovers dance again In my dream a hand is on the trigger It rolls between my fingers to praise the holy one With the power of the gun Are you sinners or saints (Terrorist) Dripping hate (Of) Are you sinners or saints (Love) Do you really know Soldiers of fortune seal your fate The tears of ages still cascade soldier of fortune's burning flame To let these lovers dance again Sinners or saints Do you really know Are you sinners or saints (Terrorist) Dripping hate (Of) Are you sinners or saints (Love) Do you really know Soldiers of fortune seal your fate The tears of ages still cascade soldier of fortune's burning flame To let these lovers dance again Soldiers of fortune seal your fate The tears of ages still cascade soldier of fortune's burning flame To let these lovers dance again Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Adrian Lee - keyboards Alan Carvell - backing vocals Chris Neil - backing vocals @SONG: DON'T FALL IN LOVE (I SAID) (Willcox/Darlow) The lovers are dancing like a fairy tale Their public romancing seems so unreal But they don't need it, can take or leave it It's too easy, they won't believe it Don't fall in love with a free spirit She'll disregard your heart and make you pay for it So just leave it, and just retrieve it She'll abuse it, and trash and tease it Don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Every legend has a broken heart, every game has a go back to start So don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Euphoria is a silver state until you wake She'll burn and deceive, starve your very needs Provoke, tease, coax you onto your knees All the lies and innocent cries That divide everything that has ever been Don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Every legend has a broken heart, every game has a go back to start So don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Euphoria is a silver state until you wake, until you wake, until you wake She'll take your spirit and cage it She'll take your soul and kill it She'll take your love and spill it Scoop up the debris and swallow it So don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Every legend has a broken heart, every game has a go back to start So don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Euphoria is a silver state until you wake So don't fall in love, I said, don't fall in love, I said Every legend has a broken heart, every game has a go back to start Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards Ian Wherry - keyboards Al Hodge - guitar Lorna Wright - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals Toyah Willcox - backing vocals @SONG: SOUL PASSING THROUGH SOUL (Willcox/St James) It's lonely in my nightmare What do you dream That I've been here and you've been there Scenes were forseen kissed you in the rain once before The stars were blue and gleaming What lies beyond their ceiling Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart We live fast and dangerous We are familiar strangers It's six o'clock and the church bells toll There must be more The sun rises and hits its goal Beyond closed doors The mirror hates the child I once knew And out where the human races Look at the wounded faces Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart We live fast and dangerous We are familiar strangers kissed you in the rain once before And there in the wasteland Two lovers held each other's hands Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart We live fast and dangerous We are familiar strangers Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart We live fast and dangerous We are familiar strangers Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Ian Wherry - keyboards Andy Brown - bass Al Hodge - guitar Frank Ricotti - percussion John Earle - saxophone Ray Beavis - saxophone Mike St James - backing vocals Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Chris Neil - backing vocals @SONG: SYMPATHY (Stansfield/Kassinetti/Gould/Ashton) When you climb into your bed tonight When you lock and bolt the door Just think of those out in the cold and dark Cause there's not enough love to go round And sympathy is all you need my friend And sympathy is all you need And sympathy is all you need my friend Cause there's not enough love to go round Not enough love to go round Half the world hates the other half And half the world has all the food And half the world lies down and quietly starves Cause there's not enough love to go round And sympathy is all you need my friend And sympathy is all you need And sympathy is all you need my friend Cause there's not enough love to go round Not enough love to go round Toyah Willcox - vocals Strings arranged by Richard Hewson @SONG: I'LL SERVE YOU WELL (Willcox/Darlow) I'll serve you well, be your western girl Tailored, silent, the oyster and the pearl Soft young flesh, master's so mean He's shackled my ankles, his ropes burn my waist When you chase me, I fall and graze my face Blood flakes like pancake, leaves a tattoo My image in the mirror is branded by you remain so you suffer the pleasures of my pain Watashini Makasete Watashini Makasete I'll serve you well, be your western girl You must do as you please Pass judgement, I kneel before you Your pleasure, my punishment I'll serve you well, I'm only here to please If you leave me chained to the bed tonight When you've finished, leave on the light The boards are so cold, I miss the soft sheets love you so dearly, I'll never leave Watashini Makasete Watashini Makasete I'll serve you well, be your western girl You must do as you please Pass judgement, I kneel before you Your pleasure, my punishment I'll serve you well, I'm only here to please Dressed to kill, I'll serve you well Keep my voice to a whisper Never raise my eyes, avoid your glare Tread so lightly, I'll only be there When you want me to be If the need arises, you must punish me If I'm slow, you're intolerant, you do as you please If you want me at your table, i'll kiss your feet Prepare your feast, I'll do anything to please It's all because you love me, you want me to learn My eyes are your eyes, when others take their turn Then when you wash me, in your eyes I can tell The tables have turned and you serve me well Watashini Makasete Watashini Makasete pray before you on my knees (I'll serve you well) pray before you on my knees (I'll be your western girl) pray before you on my knees (I'll serve you well) pray before you on my knees (I'll be your western girl) pray before you on my knees (I'll serve you well) pray before you on my knees pray before you on my knees pray before you on my knees Toyah Willcox - verbals Peter Van Hooke - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards Joji Hirota - percussion Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals @SONG: OVER TWENTY-ONE (Kajanus) You get my letters But I don't understand your reply But I'll be there west of the wall At the (Romeha?), I've got to try wanna see you, then you ask me why So you're different, I've got a lifetime image of you You're so distant, why should I matter in what you do You've got your life, no matter what you've done Why should I care, you're over twenty-one Another sleeper to Paris Another place to hide But you shouldn't try to fool me After all I'm on your side wanna see you, then you ask me why So you're different, I've got a lifetime image of you You're so distant, why should I matter in what you do You've got your life, no matter what you've done Why should I care, you're over twenty-one So you're different, I've got a lifetime image of you You're so distant, why should I matter in what you do You've got your life, no matter what you've done Why should I care, you're over twenty-one You're over twenty-one wanna see you, and you ask me why Toyah Willcox - vocals Others unknown to me! Side Two: @SONG: ALL IN A RAGE (Willcox/Bogen) Just the same old world in a new dimension All pent up with a few more tensions Sleepless mouths, restless feet Waiting to enter dead end street Too many people inhabit this stage All in confusion and all in a rage War machines, fascist regimes Laser beams, futurist dreams The way you behave is an ignorant disgrace want to sink my fist right into your face Too many people inhabit this stage All in confusion and all in a rage Spending every day resting on blades Fighting in the streets, having wars and no peace No food, no money, no babies to feed In a land of broken dreams, only tears are free You live your lives in decadence Make us smile and then repent Walk the streets behind war paints While the sinners become the saints Too many people inhabit this stage All in confusion and all in a rage Spending every day resting on blades Fighting in the streets, having wars and no peace No food, no money, no babies to feed In a land of broken dreams, only tears are free Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people inhabit this stage All in confusion and all in a rage Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people, too many people Too many people Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van hooke - drums Ian Wherry - keyboards Phil Palmer - guitar Alan Carvell - backing vocals Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Chris Neil - backing vocals @SONG: SPACE BETWEEN THE SOUNDS (Willcox/Darlow) The sounds are asleep Motionless waters on a cobbled street Entwined like the double helix The silence speaks Shady faded city lights Dark, dark tinted nights Alone in an orgy of peace The silence speaks am the space between the sounds Bathed in light am the space between the stars survived Someone calls from across the street Start the clock, start living again And just as it starts to rain The silence speaks am the space between the sounds Bathed in light am the space between the stars survived When dreams connect and visions finally meet Reality fades and fantasy supercedes Tomorrow's a memory we all wish to reprieve Tomorrow's a memory we finally receive car on impact The glass cracks Flesh and bones make contact am the space between the sounds was like a child Bathed in light In a new world survived Words took form from nowhere am the space So I could understand Between the sounds The sublime, the obscure Bathed in light was a child survived Brought into a new world am the space Without form Between the sounds Nothing to see Bathed in light Nothing to learn survived No synchronicity am the space Everything is one Between the sounds I'd become the space between the sounds Bathed in light survived And the space between the sound looks down And regards his disregarded body in the wreckage Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards The English Chorale (Thanks to Tom) @SONG: SCHOOL'S OUT (Cooper/Bruce) Well we got no choice, all the girls and boys Makin' all that noise, cause they found new toys Oh we can't salute ya, can't find a flag If that don't suit ya, that's a drag School's out for summer School's out for ever School's been blown to pieces Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes School's out for summer School's out for ever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils, no more books No more teachers dirty looks Out for summer, out till fall We might not come back at all School's out for summer School's out for ever School's been blown to pieces School's out for summer School's out for ever School's been blown to pieces School's out completely No more pencils, no more books No more teacher;'s dirty looks Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Paul Ferguson - drums Simon Darlow - keyboards Paul Raven - bass Al Hodge - guitar Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Lorna Wright - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals @SONG: WORLD IN ACTION (Bogdanovs) Where will you go, when the sirens blow? Will you run helter-skelter, in search of a shelter Or will you lie low? Will you sit there clutching at your lucky charm Or pray to your god to keep you from harm? Maybe you'll believe it's just another false alarm There's a world in action all around us World in action for all to see You'd better hide behind your religion Is there a future for you or for me? The devil's broken out, he's breaking deals Disregard law and order, and head for the border To hide in them hills Will you sit there clutching at the final straw Hoping that your ticket's in the final draw If you read between the lines you'll discover there's a fatal flaw There's a world in action all around us World in action for all to see You'd better hide behind your religion Is there a future, is there a future? World in action, world in action And the leaders in the backroom are counting up the toll It's defend or attack, no turning back 'Till it's out of control Will you turn away and wash your hands Or stand there shaking with your head in the sands? Or leave it to the people who pretend they understand There's a world in action all around us World in action for all to see You'd better hide behind your religion Is there a future for you or for me? World in action all around us World in action for all to see You'd better hide behind your religion Is there a future, is there a future? World in action all around us World in action for all to see You'd better hide behind your religion Is there a future for you or for me? World in action Toyah Willcox - vocals Peter Van Hooke - drums Ian Wherry - keyboards Richard Bull - guitar Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Chris Neil - backing vocals @SONG: AMERICA FOR BEGINNERS (Skaith/Jones) What's keeping the White House white Is it chalk, is it fog, is it fear Are they staying up most of the night Sending somebody out for a beer Is it bedtime for Bonzo, is it time for a change Is it flavour-free TV dinners It's a hard thing to take, when they make a mistake America for beginners The sound of a bell with a crack Even the swingers are swinging right The vigilantes are on their way back With prime time fight, the good fight What a start to the day, it starts three times with a K There's no sponsored hour for sinners They'll bring back the hot seat, turn up the heat America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for beginners You wear designer jeans after dark Your shirts are short cut, in satin But watch out for Central Park The apartment's in uptown Manhattan It's a sign of the times You'd better stay out in front They've only got time for winners Just keep living for fun, you son of a gun In America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for, America for beginners That's America for beginners Everywhere the stripes and stars Men in dark suits and unmarked cars Sipping Jack Daniels in Third World bars We're close to the edge, as close as we can get We're as close as we can get Toyah Willcox - verbals Frank Ricotti - percussion Ian Wherry - all keyboards John Kirby - backing vocals Toyah Willcox - backing vocals Linda Taylor - backing vocals Chris Neil - backing vocals @SONG: VIGILANTE (Bogdanovs) Deep in the city, far from home Down in the alley, where the white boys roam Feel that razor kiss your face Mindless violence, unsolved case Start the engine, slam the door The vigilante settles his score Blue lines flash in summer heat The vigilante's out on the street Footstep echo, no street lights Heartbeat quicker, through the dark of night Walk in silence, walk in fear Don't look back, danger's near Start the engine, slam the door The vigilante settles his score Blue lines flash in summer heat The vigilante's out on the street The vigilante's out on the steet Switchblade cutthroat, who watches wagon Down in the gutter, where the drunkards stagger Deep in the shadow, a silhoutte figure Face both sides, squeeze that trigger Start the engine, slam the door The vigilante settles his score Blue lines flash in summer heat The vigilante's out on the street Start the engine, slam the door The vigilante settles his score Blue lines flash in summer heat The vigilante's out on the street Start the engine, slam the door The vigilante settles his score Blue lines flash in summer heat The vigilante's out on the street Toyah Willcoc - vocals Others unknown to me! Note that the above from Minx are copyright (c) 1985 Portrait Music Ltd.