Phantom of the Paradise

1 Ellen Foley — Invocation
Pandora’s Box — Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight) (rough mix)
6:28
2 Rory Dodd — A Kiss is a Terrible Thing to Waste (intro) 2:23
3 Pandora’s Box — Good Girls Go to Heaven (But the Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (rough mix) 5:50
4 Rory Dodd — Making Love Out of Nothing at All 5:18
5 Fire Inc. — Tonight Is What It Means To Be Young 6:56
6 Jim Steinman — Love and Death and an American Guitar 2:39
7 A Kiss is a Terrible Thing to Waste (instrumental) 2:25
8 Bonnie Tyler — Total Eclipse of the Heart 7:02
9 Jim Steinman — Who Needs the Young? 5:55

A Kiss Is a Terrible Thing To Waste (intro)

A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
Just tell ‘em your mama said so
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
And if only are the loneliest words you’ll never know
And if only are the loneliest words you’ll never know....

Making Love Out of Nothing at All

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie

I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And I know just when to dream

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know just when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose

And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and I know how to break ‘em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it—
Making love, out of nothing at all

(making love) Out of nothing at all
(making love) Out of nothing at all
(making love)

Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight

The beating of my heart is a drum and he’s lost
But he’s looking for a rhythm like you

You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright
I gotta follow it
‘Cause everything I know, well, it’s nothing ’till I give it to you....

I can make your money double
Or I can make you lose your shirt
I can make the old wounds start to heal
Or I can make the new ones hurt

I can make the music louder
Or I can make the songs all fade
I can make every girl just wanna get up and dance
And make the boys in the band start to play

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make the tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock

I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone

But I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl?
And I’m never gonna make it like you do—
Making love, out of nothing at all

(making love) Out of nothing at all
(making love) Out of nothing at all
(making love)

Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all....

Who Needs the Young?

…la la la…

Who needs the young?
The revelation of their faces and their hair
When all we have are filthy traces of the faces we once were?
And suffocation in the dirty, withered air
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?

Who needs the young?
The celebration of the races that they’ve have won
The sado-masochistic things we’ve never done, disgusting
And all the places that we never will have gone
Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun?
Who needs the young?

My eyes just aren’t what they were
My eyes just aren’t what they were
My eyes just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can see?
Blind him!

My lips just aren’t what they were
My lips just aren’t what they were
My lips just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can kiss?
Spit on him!

My legs just aren’t what they were
My legs just aren’t what they were
My legs just aren’t what they were
Is there anyone left who can dance?
Cripple him!

My mind just isn’t what it was
My mind just isn’t what it was
My mind just isn’t what it was
Is there anyone left who can dream?
Wake him!

My voice just isn’t what it was
My voice just isn’t what it was
My voice just isn’t what it was
Is there anyone left who can sing?
Silence him!

My sex just isn’t what it was
My sex just isn’t what it was
My sex just isn’t what it was
Is there anyone left who can fuck?
Screw him! …

Who needs the young?
The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry
Who needs the filthy moaning passed from thigh to thigh?
Who needs the self-appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky?
Who needs the young
When we’re spending all the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die?

…la la la…