Angels And Demons
(From ‘Four From Toyah’ EP – Willcox/Hale 1981 includes It’s A Mystery, Revelations, War Boys. Corrections credited to: Alv and Mona, 'Popst@r')


Little girl kneels
At the foot of the bed,
Angels and demons
Play in her head.
She carries them around
Wherever she goes,
She puts on a brave face
But somehow it shows.

Little boy stands
At the foot of the stairs,
Hoping that someone
Will answer his prayers.
He puts out the candle –
It catches his eye
As ten thousand spaceships fill the sky.

Angels and demons,
Omens and requiems;
Peers and sightseers,
Merchants with souvenirs.

Little boy runs
To the top of the stairs,
A voice in his head
Says “Don’t worry, we care.
We’ve been watching you
Standing there,
Cascading messages
Through the air –

“We’re the angels and demons
That play with your hair,
We’re the angels and demons,
And we’re always there.
We are the breeze(brooms*)
At the well of the stairs;
We are the noises
When no-one is there.”

Angels and demons,
Omens and requiems;
Peers and sightseers,
Merchants with souvenirs.

The sky feeds the earth
And the earth feeds me –
Come with us and we’ll let you see,
The lofty spiders
Climb swiftly away,
Our rumbling machine
Takes us to another day.

Little boy smiles
As they whisk him away –
“My angels and demons
Have come to play.
Monsters with claws,
Wings and all!
I can walk through the air
Without touching the floor.”

Angels and demons,
Omens and requiems;
Peers and sightseers,
Merchants with souvenirs.

Little girl cries
At the foot of the bed,
Angels and demons
Play in her head.
She carries them around
Wherever she goes –
She puts on a brave face
But somehow it shows.

A spaceship descends,
The demon spreads his wings,
Says he’s here to be
Earth’s friend again.
Little girl cries
At the foot of the bed,
Wondering what it is
That plays in her head.
Who knows?
It shows
Who knows?
It shows...
Who knows?
* on sleeve but not sung – M.H.

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Warboys
(From ‘Four From Toyah’ EP – Willcox/Hale 1981 includes It’s A Mystery, Revelations, Angels and Demons. Transcribed by Alv, 'Popst@r')

We're the lords of the jungle –
We're the warboys,
We're the ones who make all the noise.

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

Up with the dawn,
It's just another day;
On with the warpaint,
It's just another day.

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

We're the lords of the dawn

I'm a child of the birth sublime, *
Nubile Warriors
Drifting with time.

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

We live every day
As though it's our last,
One step wrong
We're a thing of the past.
Obscure objects
With strange desires –
Step in our way,
We'll burn you with fire!

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

The sun goes down,
It's been another day –
The lights go out
And we fade away.

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

We run from the dawn
Into the night;
All you can see
Is the whites of our eyes.
See me –

And you can come too
And you can come too
And you can come too
And you can come too

Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai
Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh
Layay man tey sa-ra-rai

*¹ Songbook says:
"We are on trial for the first a-time,
Boom wild warriors drifting with time."
After checking with bootleg versions and "The Merchant And the Nubile" we think it is most likely:
"We are a child of the verse of light,
Nubile warriors drifting with time."
– Alv, Popst@r)

*² Update – it's actually "I'm a child of the birth sublime" – that was from Toyah direct to the US newsletter – supplied by courtesy Craig Astley February 1999

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Revelations
(From ‘Four From Toyah’ EP – Willcox/Hale 1981 includes It’s A Mystery, War Boys, Angels and Demons. Transcribed by Alv, 'Popst@r')

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pale of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And we came tumbling after.

Up got Jack and home we went,
As fast as we could caper;
And jill came home and wrapped his head
In vinegar and paper.

We crawl on hands and feet,
Smell the scent of a fresh stream.

We went up the hill like Jack and Jill
To fetch our ration of water.
When we got to the top the bomb was dropped,
We tumbled down with laughter!

Up we got with our adrenalin shock,
And ran to the nearest shelter.
The doors were shut they were full enough (Songbook quotes this line as "The girls were shocked they were fool enough" – Alv)
But we are true survivors.

We crawl on hands and feet,
Smell the scent of a fresh stream.

San Francisco's fallen down

We crawl on hands and feet,
Smell the scent of a fresh stream.

Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter –
Who will go and who will stay?

Warlords, Warlocks, Wizards, Shepherds;
Will you stand up, Holy Ghost?
Witches, Serpents, Superstitions;
Peers and their futuristic ploys.

Nosferatu, Nostradamus;
Nymphs and pixies,
Goblins, Demons.
Crying pirates (So says the songbook, but we reckon it's "Crowley (definitely), Byron (probably)" – Alv)
John and Peter.

Space ships fill the sky with warmth and laughter –
Who will go and who will stay?
Who will go and who will stay?
Who will go and who will stay?