@ALBUM: prostitute 'Prostitute' by -Toyah- typed in by -Xolf- @SONG: HELLO (willcox/sidelnyc) "do I improvise this?" "just be obscure. hello doctor.." "hello sweetie, how are you today, oh hello patient, how are you today?....." "well really, to be honest with you, I have this little problem" "and I have this answer....." "yes, but my problem's just here, can you see it? just where the suspender belt starts.." "oh that little problem. oh, look at this.." "that little problem, yes, just where my suspender belt starts.. do you always wear that rubber mask?" "how about some st.michael strong gusseted corsets.. this isn't going to go too far.. I'm embarrassed.. libertine!" "what's it mean?" "one who's free" "and.." "free with themselves and others" @SONG: PROSTITUTE (Willcox/Sidelnyc) Fingers cross my lips Drawing pretty maps With my bright red lipstick Pictures of deviation I read in the dictionary That I'm a miscreation A nonconformist Make it quick, make it quick, I make a livin' off-a this This is your fifteen minute call ladies and gentlemen fifteen minutes. Thank you. God you're beatiful. Na na don't use the back breaks honey Forget my lips just let the muscle fix fit Pr..pr..prostitute Pr..pr..prostitute Now don't quote Karl Marx to me What's yours is yours, What's mine is ours When you touch me I feel the media printing porn Across my female form Cigarette burns on your jacksaw chin Come on man I need a girl If you can't do What she can man. They say, when something begins, there is no sin... Na na don't use the back breaks honey Forget my lips just let the muscle fix fit Pr..pr..prostitute Pr..pr..prostitute Come on baby, baby, baby, baby Reach my maturity No bones about it Slow burn speed car racing Three point turn b..b..body tracing we're heading for that wall we're heading for that wall @SONG: WIFE (Willcox) This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you Where's my lunch? Where's my fucking lunch? Big big tears By the bright blue sea As deep as forever Oh Shirley, Shirley Valentine If only mother found What you found I wouldn't be here, dreaming Salutations dear listener This is a comedy in three acts Breakfast, lunch and tea And they better not be late Here he comes Through the bordello doors I kowtow to my pimp I'm a good little whore Hello wall Nice to see you wall Good day at the office wall Your dinner's on the floor darling And scrape me off the ceiling Well I'm a mercenary wife Where it complies I compromise I only wear this skin 'Cos I sinned in m'past life I want war And you want me I want war And you want breakfast, lunch and tea On stage please, on stage, thank you. Sweat drips off my brow I know my lines, my moves My place in life And it's ticking away I'm not going on tonight That insecure feeling A void of nothing-ness I'm dripping away Well I'm a mercenary wife I want what money buys I only wear this skin Cos I sinned in m'past life I want war And you want me I want war And you want breakfast, lunch and tea @SONG: THE SHOW As you sleep in our bed In my arms I see I dying man You will always be What you will be Ready to take Waiting to recieve I'm the object in your life called wife Struggling for existence While all around Glides by You will always be What you will be Ready to take Waiting to recieve Hope, pride, will a hand Break the ice Pull me from the sea If I don't ask I don't recieve You will always be What you will be Ready to take Waiting to recieve Just remove the hook >From my mouth Let me go free @SONG: DREAM HOUSE (willcox/sidelnyc) There's a house on the outskirts of Marlborough Past the polly tea rooms Hidden in the trees That watch your every move Consumed by birdsong Over the bunker Below radar Away from the sports centre City tip and parked cars. Perched on a hillside An undiscovered u.f.o. A time thief In mechanical conversation Flashing beaming winking gleaming At the gaping sky. Throbbing with generation Yet stalling your car Burning all circuits Among the standing stones And old Sarum. Real estate owner occupied A growing concern Attractive moods in the woodwork Subsidence tolerated The blinds hide the Blushes fading adds maturity Prime investment for the voyeur Only jealously guarded. The paint never peels And the dust doesn't settle On the linoleum-like substance Across walls and floor. Dark is the stage No children live here And no old die Only silence prevails Paranoid actors Hide on the stairs Little creatures Cought in the thorns of the rose Arbour helicopters, jets and siren Wall reciting everry word that has Ever brought a tree down And bounce off the walls of the Dream home whispering obscenities. @SONG: HOME CRAFT (willcox) I must I must not Homecraft I must I must not Homecraft I must be a bad cook I must not bath Homecraft I must, I must I must wear dirty clothing I must be anti-social Homecraft I must I must not I must I must not I must not be quiet I must answer back Homecraft I must, I must I must be foul tempered In company Homecraft I must, I must I must bury the vacuum cleaner Somewhere in the garden Homecraft I must, I must I must remove the sheep notches Off my husband's wellies I must I must not @SONG: OBSESSION (willcox) Baby, baby, baby, baby 1, 2, 3 Oh never mind Pr..pr..pr..pressing my heel of my shoes Into your paintwork Shattering determination Brick thoughts crumble We've stood under this sky Far too long baby Come on meet your soul Wife now, I don't believe you Don't want to see me, come on baby. Flash bulbs squeeze light >From metal veins Across the blistering night I arrest your image and Detain We're not waalking on safe land We're sinking in quick sand Obsession Good god, have you seen that weirdo in the car behind No, no don't look Don't make it obvious anyway, As I was saying Envy scratches all down the side of the car Flirt you're in the car in front I think with someone else Her cigarette glows in the dark I see my arm on the wheel In the oncoming lights Mascara black tears trickle down It's not me, it's just meat that drives Born by man captive and Damned to shed this skin and Enter you in the bliss of death A soul bathed in fur A heart robed in flesh Whichever way you wear yourself I'll get in Obsession Every time I venture out I leava a note in my pocket Or on the table, or posted to a friend To respect fate to let you know where I stand with you If not in life, perhaps another time Obsession England this burning land Sensuality of tone Twenty-two miles till the earth curves Then you're out of sight I'll be clothed in confusion, When I woke in this body By my mother's side Born from all Seeing to one sight I am all I am in a microcosm of time before I become one and all again I want to experience I want to walk all over you @SONG: LET THE POWER BLEED (willcox/sidelnyc) I cut the sky with a hopeless cry Let the power bleed down on me I feel dreadfully torn Like a new-born Deep unrest beneath the Great great undressed stigmatism of flesh Little little lady grow Little little lady grow tall Stand before it all And roar the door Before you grew from a seed to a tree With timber cut life drained away A barrier was made Fly away phoenix love, love me do Hold me close to you Break my inhibitions Let the kudos wake Little little lady grow Little little lady grow tall Stand before it all And roar, roar, roar..... Let the power bleed The cut beneath the skin never heals A furtive glance from a stranger Existence recognised body Immortalised yes, there's a Woman in those flames Yes, that wreckage has a soul And just a little self respect Will make this baby whole again Fly away phoenix Fly away phoenix @SONG: RESTLESS (willcox/sidelnyc) Well you know I've been dloating here for hours Just like this Suspended gently swaying like a pendulum Look, no strings attached There's the odd insect It don't worry traffic control But I just don't seem to wake up I've been all the way to Budapest Seen riots, yes riots in Tibet Seen the burning monks Crackling in pain Saw bombs in Gibraltar Fear in Christ's eyes Frozen in concrete As all of Europe fries Wake up a mother's son Lynched in a graveyard Bullets in MacDonald's Mottos born to kill Tattoed on children's skin And when I saw the hole in the sky At the north pole I really wanted to wake up I heard the last breath of the dolphin Behind the doors on the fourth floor Of a Manchester morgue Little fingers on the durex machine God bless them, yes God bless them And God bless Milton Keynes Now I've been floating here For thirty years >From the mid west to the North Sea Seen nothing but soot covered misery Witnessed crossbreeding giving birth to Bad dreams now I want to wake up Now I'm floating here on the outer atmosphere And I've brushed aside the waste paper There's a sign, It says "Self destruct in 99" Evacuate. @SONG: FALLING TO EARTH (willcox) I cannot sleep The saint in me eludes me This man is not what I think He is a halo of thorns, Spear in his side Coaxing me to earth A parachute eclipses the sun Hovers on the slipstream Hangs on every note He denies me his knowledge Eyes piercing and eagle bright Lifts me from my dull existence Hurls me off the cliff In clumsy flight Falling to earth... The air's so good it Gives nutrients and Your presence builds As you rumble on down the corridor. It's rockin' and I feel as if I'm floatin' in water but I'm not drowning I must be there In every moment ooooo Ten thousand decibels so mean, It pins me to all four walls Opening up my secrets, I'm exposing myself So uncool, I'm storm-torn but it's really exciting Spread-eagle in the air This telekinetic hold Christ, he's the mirror that Reflects my thoughts And he's pulling me from the firmament The sun goes behind the mountain and night eclipses Oh god, I'm falling to earth.... I thought I was supposed to feel prepared Can you hear me calling I'm calling on the esp telephone Falling Falling @SONG: JAZZ SINGERS IN THE TREES (willcox/sidelnyc) Jazz jazz singers in the trees now, Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks Remote in the key of green Perched high in the citadel Scaping scaping the land Claiming claiming the world Throwing scoring ripples across the sky Here I am Find me Here I am Where's the scalpel O.K., O.K. I think I think We've successfully removed the tumour Well, what does the astrologer say today ronny Voices voices in the brilliant dawn Rejuvenate rejuvenate the archer, The moment's aim is in his hands The sorceror Spewing spewing over the brim of the world You pay your debts to the reaper O.K. H.Q. We're over the designated target We await your instructions Hi there, your cheque's in the post O.K. boys, we've got the go-ahead Open bomb bays Nancy, I swear I can hear jazz singers in the trees Jazz jazz singers in the trees Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks @SONG: VALE OF EVESHAM (willcox) I can feel summer at last from the heat In the red-brick city The evening light pulls a veil of linen Over the night time Life's a gas Will I walk there again. In the sleeping Vale of Evesham lies a shady town in market garden land The abbey, demonic and provoking I have laid across its stones The back street pub where Bowie sang "Is there life on Mars" While the boys in the back room pumped heroin into their veins The girls, my friends determined Not to succeed Pregnant by unknown fathers by fourteen Mocked me my ambition The tramp we thought we killed Had us running scared Deeper into night >From fight to fight The transport cafe from which We'd steal our golden dreams So few survived and Those who have, Have disappeared just flowers on their graves Born with broken hearts yes, Thank you world for my crucufied icons Lovers of the impossible dream T.V.'s suicides, mass sacrifice We're just buzzing in the hive Born with broken hearts. @SONG: GHOSTS IN THE UNIVERSE (willcox/sidelnyc) Here I stand on a large chunk of rock Floatin' in the piss-pot part of the firmament We all push me pull you fuck chuck a buck you Wall to wall vermin piss points floating In these city shells hovel hotels grovel Habits in bedsit habitats It's cowdung Disneyland Tip toe ting-a-ling Gathering at the meeting cardboard people yappin' top table, Currency Ghosts in the universe Hiding in the architecture Drawing up big plans Bang to bang designing I buy this, you buy that They build this here then Knock it down Shoppin' mall propagatin' Paradise is waitin' It's all in the hand shake Expane the big gland Ghosts in the universe Hiding in the architecture Drawing up big plans Bang to bang designing.... Note that the above from Prostitute are copyright (c) 1989 EG Music Ltd.