The Anthem lyrics – by Toyah
(Transcript by Mike H, based on existing compiled by -Xolf- for Stab's IEYA! web-site)
I Want To Be Free
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)
I’m bored –
Don’t wanna go to school,
Don’t wanna be nobody’s fool,
I wanna be me –
I wanna be me
I don’t wanna be sweet and neat,
I don’t want someone living my life for me –
I wanna be free
I’m going to turn this world
Inside out!
Going to turn suburbia
Upside down!
Going to walk the streets,
Scream and shout!
Going to crawl through the alleyways,
Being very loud
I don’t wanna be told what to wear,
As long as you’re warm who cares?
I wanna be me –
I wanna be me!
So what if I dye my hair?
I’ve still got a brain up there,
And I’m going to be me,
I’m going to be free.
I’m going to turn this world
Inside out!
Going to turn suburbia
Upside down!
Going to walk the streets,
Scream and shout!
Going to crawl through the alleyways,
Being very loud!
I’m going to turn this world
Inside out!
Going to turn suburbia
Upside down –
Tear down the wallpaper,
Turf out the cat;
Tear up the carpet
And get rid of that.
Blow up the TV,
Blow up the car,
Without these things
You don’t know where you are!
Pull down the abbatoirs
And all that’s obscene,
Everything in life
Should be totally free.
We should live and let live
And all live our dreams.
I’m gonna turn this world
Inside out!
I’m gonna turn suburbia
Upside down!
Gonna pull my hair,
Scream and shout!
Gonna crawl through the alleyways,
Being very loud
I’m gonna turn this world
Inside out!
I’m gonna turn suburbia
Upside down!
Gonna pull my hair,
Scream and shout!
Gonna crawl through the alleyways,
Being very loud
I’m gonna be free,
I’m gonna be free,
I’m gonna be free,
I’m gonna be free –
I’m gonna be free!!
Obsolete
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen, Glockler)
Obsolete,
We’re the obsolete,
In the dawn
Where fire and darkness meet.
The electric chair
And death greet,
To obviate
The obsolete.
We’ll always exist,
We’re death denied.
Penetrate your walls and slip inside.
We’ll split your persona
See your mind divide,
Pull you apart
Take your mind for a ride.
A boy child,
A girl child,
Discover their lips,
Discover scent –
What makes life tick.
A boy child,
A girl child,
Discover new tricks,
New reason for fun –
Another law to run from.
We scanned their skies
With stardust eyes,
And kissed their rainbow minds.
So we jumped right down
And played the clown
To their glittering kind.
They clapped and cheered,
It was mighty weird,
But we had to go back home.
So we went to the ship
For our cosmic trip,
Right through their Dome.
A boy child,
A girl child,
Discover their lips,
Discover scent –
What makes life tick.
A boy child,
A girl child,
Discover new tricks,
New reason for fun.
Another law to run from.
With reference to the futures,
We’re just time troubled creatures.
With reference to the futures,
We’re just God’s forgotten sons.
With reference to your mothers,
We’re the Devil’s wanton beasts.
With reference to your brothers,
Your sister’s pretty neat!
Obsolete,
We’re the obsolete.
In the dawn
Where fire and darkness meet.
An electric chair
And death will greet,
To obviate
The obsolete.
Obsolete,
We’re the obsolete.
In the dawn
Where fire and darkness meet.
An electric chair
And death will greet,
To obviate
The obsolete.
Obsolete,
We’re the obsolete.
In the dawn
Where fire and darkness meet.
An electric chair
And death will greet,
To obviate
The obsolete.
Obsolete...
Pop Star
(Words Willcox/Music Lee, Glockler)
I walk,
Talk,
I bend and break.
Stumble,
Crumble,
The world,
A car,
Lost city of fire.
Pyramids shake,
Apartment blocks
Awake.
I am alone
On this lost city of Mars,
I have grown alone
Among glass and stolen cars.
The pylons hum,
Geckos run,
Conveyor belts rumble,
Stars tumble
To the foot
Of the temple.
I am alone
On this lost city of Mars.
I have grown alone
Among glass and stolen cars.
The doors,
The ice,
A million
Glass eyes
On a trillion
Wheeling cogs.
The dust,
The rust,
A million mouths sigh
In the lost city of the Gods.
Strangers applaud
The sect of lost horizons,
And distant shores
Applause –
Childhood delusions of grandeur and fame,
You open door,
In I came!
I am the child
You need to feed,
I receive your intentions
With instinctive greed.
I’m the pet of the multitudes,
I’m the pet of your metal and tubes.
Fluid and goo,
Corridors and pavements,
Conveyor belts
And streams,
Cosmetic operations.
For all buildings in need,
Pods and peas, metal fatigue.
Pedestrians with soda syphons,
Clockwork mice and twelve foot pythons,
Hitchhikers Guide and Monty Pythons.
I am alone on this lost city of Mars
I have grown alone among glass and stolen cars
I am alone on this lost city of Mars
I have grown alone among glass and stolen cars...
Elocution Lesson (The Door Is A Whore)
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)
Ro-ight!
The door is a whore,
And it’s open wide –
Naked as the beast
You peep inside –
Emotion’s an ocean in which to hide
Emotion’s an ocean in which to hide
Emotion’s an ocean in which to hide
The door is a whore,
And it’s open wide.
Silent little bitch!(woof)
I sneak in and hide.
Tell me
You love me –
No!
Tell me
Tell me you love me –
No!
The door is a whore,
And it’s open wide.
Naked as the beast
We feast inside.
Tell me
You love me,
If not then tell the truth –
Smiles mean friendship
But silence won’t do.
Silence won’t do,
Silence won’t do,
Silence won’t do,
Silence won’t do...
Jungles Of Jupiter
(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 in crystal caves,
Shattered lights
Blow my hair in a trillion waves.
The gauntlet of gold,
Chariots of flames,
The misty mountain king’s lane.
Hold my head to your scent,
We will sway in the breeze,
Whisper secrets and sweet sounds.
Rings in the trees and our heads are crowned.
Blistered confusion in crystal caves,
Shattered lights
Blow my hair in a trillion waves.
The gauntlet of gold,
Chariots of flames,
The misty mountain king’s lane.
Send me a city,
And build it deep
Within the land
Where the real people sleep.
The jewel and the grail,
The eye in the ice,
We’ll watch the real people live their lives.
Send me a city,
An intrusion in time –
We’ll return to the darkness,
Sad androids of mine.
Orphans of technology,
Orphans of technology –
Wingless angels
In soundless flight
Draw their swords
And lacerate the night.
In the Jungles of Jupiter,
Naked plant on naked flesh.
Wild essence in wild minds
Making love out of time.
Making love out of time
Clashing bodies
Making metallic chimes,
Sad androids of time.
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time
Oh sad androids of time...
I Am
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)
My fingers are grass,
My tongue the asp,
My town a burial mound.
My eyes are jewels,
My ears hear fools,
I put them down.
My feet are wings,
My body sings,
Without a sound.
Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair,
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep,
Cool dark graves where bodies creep.
My nose is sharp,
It cuts the glass,
And then we escape.
My back is flat
Off the beaten track,
I am a landscape.
My body and spine
They intertwine,
I am a raging snake.
I am at peace,
The feeling’s neat!
Then suddenly I awake.
Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair,
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep,
Cool dark graves where bodies creep.
I am a waterfall,
I come tumbling tumbling
Tumbling tumbling
Tumbling down
Into infinity,
Down
A journey to the sea,
Down
A rain through leaves and trees,
Down
On beggars and the thieves,
Down
On fools that grieve.
But I am,
I am
I am...
I stand at my window –
Wind and moonlight
Fire my hair.
I touch the glass,
It can’t be seen,
But it’s always there.
I’m told I’m free,
And I believe
Four walls imprison me.
Eyes of blind ignorance
See a world of despair,
Mountains of man
Hide cities too deep,
Cool dark graves where bodies creep.
My fingers are numb,
My tongue is blunt,
I am only me.
My eyes are shallow,
My ears hollow,
I am only me.
My feet are still,
I’m unfulfilled,
I’m only me.
My head’s a bed,
It feels like lead,
My mind is totally free.
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am
I’m asleep,
I am...
I’m asleep –
It’s A Mystery
(Words and Music Hale)
Somewhere, in the distance,
Hidden from view –
Suspended in the atmosphere,
Waiting to come through.
Sometimes it’s so far away,
Sometimes it’s very near.
A sound being carried by the wind
Just loud enough to hear.
I feel its power within me,
Bells ringing in my head.
So often I have heard its cry,
But forgotten what it said.
It’s a mystery, oh it’s a mystery –
I’m still searching for a clue.
It’s a mystery to me.
A shot in the dark,
The big question mark
In history.
Is it a mystery to you?
It can treat you with a vengeance,
Trip you in the dark.
Sirens in the distance,
Can steer you
From the path.
It can lift you to the heavens,
Put your troubles in the past.
Whisper the elixir
Then vanish in a blast.
It’s a mystery, oh it’s a mystery –
I’m still searching for a clue.
It’s a mystery to me.
A shot in the dark,
The big question mark
In history.
Is it a mystery to you?
It’s a mystery to me,
It’s a mystery to me.
It’s a mystery to me,
It’s a mystery to me.
It’s a mystery, oh it’s a mystery –
I’m still searching for a clue.
Is it a mystery to me.
A shot in the dark,
The big question mark
In history.
Is it a mystery to you?
It’s a mystery, oh it’s a mystery,
I’m still searching for a clue.
It’s a mystery to me.
A shot in the dark,
The big question mark
In history.
Is it a mystery to you?
Masai Boy
(Words Willcox/Music Willcox, Lee)
Rise O sun
Rise O sun
Golden one
God of our horizon.
God’s eye. Volcano cry.
Warrior. You’re a Masai.
Africa
Africa
Africa
Africa
Spear your toy
O Masai boy.
Spear your joy
O Masai war-boy.
Manhood. You must kill the boar.
Be a warrior, as your elders before.
Painted loins. Africa.
Seeking
The spirit of adventure.
Dye your hair,
Paint your skin,
Sacrifice
The youth of your skin.
Run to the sun
Run to the sun
Run to the sun
Run to the sun
Exhaustion
Exhaustion
Exhaustion
Exhaustion
Your body’s screaming
Your body’s screaming
Your body’s screaming
Your body’s screaming
Masai boy
Masai boy
Masai boy
Masai boy
You’re a warrior...
Marionette
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)
Twisted strangers
Have gone to war.
Oxygen drunk
Fall bleeding to the floor.
Glass-eyed creatures,
Fragmented features,
Piecing together
Fallen warriors.
A revolution
For the maiden queen, (the legacy)
Sherwood Forest
Or an African scene.
The Marionette,
She has velvet claws –
She pulls the strings
In this city of whores.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
You say yes,
You bend, she wins.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Pulls and pulls
Til your spirit gives in.
Gruelling hot sweat
In the land of a whore –
Oh will this be war?
Oh will this be war?
The knave and the pawn
Ripen the whore.
With bastard sons
Her brats of law.
The hawk and the falcon
Swoop to blind their eyes.
The reaper she laughs,
She chokes she cries.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
You say yes,
You bend, she wins.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Pulls and pulls
Til your spirit gives in.
Foaming white horses,
Cracking their sinews
For the Maidens of Troy.
The bell tower falls,
Pouring to the floor,
Whoa, love and death, a climax all in all.
Medieval shores and madrigals,
Her velvet claws pull you with passion
to her floor.
In the cathedral
Her children sing,
In the cathedral
The pendulum swings.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
You say yes,
You bend, she wins.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
Pulls and pulls
Til your spirit gives in.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
You say yes,
You bend, she wins.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
Pulls and pulls
Til your spirit gives in.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
You say yes,
You bend, she wins.
The Marionette pulls the strings,
Medieval shores and madrigals
Pulls and pulls
Til your spirit gives in.
Medieval shores and madrigals
Medieval shores and madrigals
Medieval shores and madrigals...
Demolition Men
(Words Willcox/Music Lee)
Calcium deposits grow at the base of a concrete monument.
Evolution gives it a brain.
Mother nature takes her revenge and runs amok,
With the demolition men or the insane
In the labyrinth
We grow so thin.
We grow protrusions
That we can fly and fight in.
In the labyrinth
We grow guns with bullets in.
We’ve all got a game to play,
And we all want to win.
The world blows so cold
Around scores of concrete plinths,
In the metropolis we live in
Stands the President’s men.
The ones I have to deceive
To win the prize I want to win.
Run run run run...
I’m going to gun you down!
Ratatatat...
It’s fun to see you run,
Run like rats,
Run in packs –
Run
Run...
We are the demolition men
We are the demolition men
In the labyrinth
There is no sun.
We are great moon warriors
With built in guns.
In the labyrinth
We have all of the fun.
Creeping up on the President’s men
And laying them out in one.
The world blows so cold
Around scores of concrete plinths,
In the metropolis we live in
Stands the President’s men.
The ones I have to deceive
To win the prize I want to win.
Run run run run...
I’m going to gun you down!
Ratatatat...
Demolition men
We are demolition men
We are demolition men
We are demolition men
We are demolition men...
We Are
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)
This is a word
In your ear,
Can you hear?
We have come for your minds –
We walk the streets
Arm in arm,
Hand in hand,
With charm and chance.
We are
The chosen ones,
We are
The moon and sun,
We are
Lots of fun!
We are
The only ones.
We move,
We dance,
We sing,
We burst into flames!
We are
The chosen ones,
We are
Painted ladies,
We are
Of moon and sun,
We are
Painted boys,
We are
Lots of fun!
We are
Liberators,
We are
The only ones,
We are
The golden ones –
We move, we dance, we sing,
You touch, we burst into flames!
Yes, this is a word in your ear,
Can you hear?
We have come for your minds.
We walk the streets,
Arm in arm,
Hand in hand,
With charm and chance.
We are
The chosen ones,
We are
The moon and sun,
We are
Lots of fun!
We are
The only ones.
We move,
We dance,
We sing,
We burst into flames!
We are
The chosen ones,
We are
Painted ladies,
We are
Of moon and sun,
We are
Painted boys,
We are
Lots of fun!
We are
Liberators,
We are
The only ones,
We are
The golden ones.
We move, we dance, we sing,
You touch, we burst into flames!
You know the time has come
To call a romance.
Take a chance,
Take a leap,
Make a modern classic dream!
