(I'm bored I don't want to go to school Don't want to be nobody's fool I want to be me I want to be me I don't want to be sweet and neat I don't want
(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
(Words and Music Hale)Somewhere in the distance Hidden from the view Suspended in the atmosphere Waiting to come through Sometimes it's so far away Sometimes
Ieya, Solar Ieya, Calling The perfect sphere, A star My crystal vase, Exploding Ieya Solar Ieya Calling, calling, calling you, Solar?s calling Calling
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/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
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen, Spalding) The Jungles of Jupiter Naked plant on naked flesh Wild essence in wild minds Making love out of time Blistered confusion
Life in the trees Reflections seen in mango leaves No more spaceships for me I'm landed in with my very own Babbon society Eating the bark and
(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
(willcox/sidelnyc) "do I improvise this?" "just be obscure. hello doctor.." "hello sweetie, how are you today, oh hello patient, how are you today?....." "
Standing alone on a treacherous landscape A dissolute city screams sublime obscenities at me You, you won't love me If you won't pursue me through your
Twisted strangers Have gone to war Oxygen drunk Fall bleeding to the floor Glass eyed creatures Fragmented features Piecing together Fallen warriors A
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen/Darlow/Spalding) Desert Hound Martian Cowboy Let me hold your hand Down the freeway rolls a wayward beer can And a desert
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) 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
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen) Who are you? Your skin cuts.. it bleeds Then is clear before the new day is through Who are you? You've opened the door
The doors blow open "You've arrived Now why do you kill Bring diseases and plight?" I sigh Silence Cold icy air Black manic stare Wait A reply "
(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