Pandora's Box - Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
| 1 | Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (3.88 edit) | 4:39 |
| 2 | Requiem Metal | 0:54 |
| 3 | Pandora's House: Room By Room | 12:18 |
Track 1 written and produced by Jim Steinman
Track 2 excerpt from "Messa de Requiem" (Guiseppe Verdi)
Track 3 a specially produced sampler of the "Original Sin" album
Written and produced by Jim Steinman
except "My Little Red Book" (Burt Bacharach / Hal David)
and "Twentieth Century Fox" (The Doors)
PANDORA'S BOX is:
Elaine Caswell: Vocals
Ellen Foley: Vocals
Gina Taylor: Vocals
Deliria Wilde: Vocals
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
Also available the album "Original Sin" cat. no V2605 * TCV2605 * CDV2605
| Label | Virgin | Cat.No. | VSCD1227 | Format | 3″ CDS | Year | 1990 | Country | AT |
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Pandora's Box - Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
| A | Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (video version) | 5:12 |
| B1 | Requiem Metal | 0:54 |
| B2 | Pandora's House: Room By Room | 12:06 |
Side A written and produced by Jim Steinman
B1 excerpt from "Messa de Requiem" (Guiseppe Verdi)
B2 a specially produced sampler of the "Original Sin" album
Written and produced by Jim Steinman
except "My Little Red Book" (Burt Bacharach / Hal David)
and "Twentieth Century Fox" (The Doors)
PANDORA'S BOX is:
Elaine Caswell: Vocals
Ellen Foley: Vocals
Gina Taylor: Vocals
Deliria Wilde: Vocals
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
Also available the album "Original Sin" cat. no V2605 * TCV2605 * CDV2605
| Label | Virgin | Cat.No. | VST1227 | Format | 12″ | Year | 1990 | Country | UK |
|---|
Pandora's Box - Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
| A | Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (3.88 edit) | 4:39 |
| B1 | Requiem Metal | 0:54 |
| B2 | Pray Lewd | 3:38 |
Side A and B2 written and produced by Jim Steinman
B1 excerpt from "Messa de Requiem" (Guiseppe Verdi)
PANDORA'S BOX is:
Elaine Caswell: Vocals
Ellen Foley: Vocals
Gina Taylor: Vocals
Deliria Wilde: Vocals
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
Also available the album "Original Sin" cat. no V2605 * TCV2605 * CDV2605
| Label | Virgin | Cat.No. | VS1227 | Format | 7″ | Year | 1990 | Country | UK |
|---|
GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN (BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE)
(oooh du du du)
(oooh du du du)
When the wind is howling through your windowpane
It's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
And there's not an anti-body in sight
Hey Danny, Danny why are you crying?
There is a beauty of a moon in the sky!
But I guess when you've been leading such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high
You don't have a lot, but it's all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot—fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of you dream
No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer I'll be praying
That the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark
And you're desperate now for somewhere to turn
Every muscle is rebellious, every nerve is on edge
And every limb has been erotically burned
Hey hey hey hey
Hey Johnny, Johnny why are you shaking
When a boy should do whatever he can?
You've been nothing but an angel every day of your life
And now you wonder what it's like to be damned
You don't have a lot, but it's all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot—fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of you dream
No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you've been wanting to feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air
And the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer I'll be praying
That the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Every time I try and dream you
I can't believe how hard it's been to
Conjure up your face
And trace your body in the air
All the seconds go on forever
But the thirds and fourth ones are even better
Every time I do it just a little bit longer
Every time I dream it's just a little bit stronger...
Than real life....
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
And the bad girls go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know every night in my prayer I'll be praying
That the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere....
GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN (BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE)
Lead Vocals: Holly Sherwood
Eddie Martinez: Guitars
Steve Buslowe: Bass Guitars
Roy Bittan: Grand Piano
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
Jeff Bova: Keyboards, Synths, Programming
Jimmy Bralower: Drums, Programming
Arranged by Jim Steinman, Roy Bittan and the band
Backing vocals arranged by Todd Rundgren and Eric Troyer
PANDORA'S HOUSE: ROOM BY ROOM
The Future Ain't What It Used To Be
NO! NO! NO!
NO! NO!
The Invocation
If light were dark
And dark were light
The moon a black hole
In the blaze of night
A raven's wing
As bright as tin
Then you my love
Would be darker… than sin....
Original Sin (The Natives Are Restless Tonight)
I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones 'till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking—then I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin...
All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never got an equal share
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight...
All I needed was a spot in the light
It never had to get so dark
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight...
I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones 'till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking—then I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin...
I've been looking for an original sin...
Twentieth Century Fox
(I'm gonna wait til the midnight hour)
(that's when the boys come a-foxin' around)
Well, he's fashionably lean
And he's fashionably late
He'll never make a scene
He'll never break a date
But he's no drag
Just watch the way he walks
( foxin' )
He's a... twentieth century fox
He's a... twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears...
The Want Ad
This is addressed to all the people who answered or maybe thinking of answering the personal ad I placed in volume 2, nr. 15 of this newspaper, two weeks ago Friday.
First: my apologies to the huge bartender with the voice and the lighthearted dark-skinned advertising man. If either of you had called me back, I might not be writing this retraction of my ad, even though I will soon be to busy to date much, but why didn't you call back???
But to the others- which include the two terrifying sisters, the under 18's and the over 60's, the numerous ones who dialed my number and hung up as soon as I said "hello", the 35 or 40 of you who made dates with me and never showed up, including the one who complained his body was so powerful he couldn't control it anymore... The desperate wife-seekers, the already married, the one was so one-sided that he could think of nothing but sex, and then had the gall to ask me if his nationality was the reason I wouldn't sleep with him! The many who couldn't get it up when I was agreeable, and the many who could and did when I was not....
Safe Sex
No one ever said I was a gullible girl
I don't believe everything that I'm told
I've been around and I know the ropes
And I won't get fooled again
I don't believe in no fairy tales
I don't believe in the man in the moon
And no pot of gold or anything else
Is waiting at the rainbow's end
I got no illusions now, I guess I lost them long ago
You're not gonna get me with this—'cause I already know!
Baby, there's no such thing
Baby, it just ain't true
And there's no such thing as safe sex
When it comes to loving you
When it comes to loving you
No such thing—baby, it just ain't true
And there's no such thing as safe sex when it comes to loving you....
Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
When the wind is howling through your windowpane
It's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
And there's not an anti-body in sight
Hey Danny, Danny why are you crying?
There is a beauty of a moon in the sky!
But I guess when you've been leading such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high
You don't have a lot, but it's all that you got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot—fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of you dream
No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere...
The Want Ad
...and the many who could and did when I was not. The pleasant young foreigner who turned out to be the private property of his gigantic girlfriend, the ones who was so grotesque in their appearance that I couldn't possibly get pass their faces to even consider a relationship with them, especially sexual. The sharks, and the geeks and the sadists, the latter category that I had specifically stated I didn't want, the ones who wanted endless dirty talk, the ones who wanted to be punished, the ones who could only boast about the size of their bank-rolls and / or their equipment; and this definitely includes the teacher who said: All the kids want my stuff...
The business-man who had an adjective for every letter in his last name (R is for rich
), the ones, and they were many who said: My name is so and so and so, how far do you go?
The 300 pound lady judge....
The Future Ain't What It Used To Be
Is there anything left to hold on to
When the rivers wash it all away?
Is there anyone left to hold on to?
Is there anything left I can say?
Say a prayer for the falling angels
Stem the tide of the rising waters
Toll a bell for the broken hearted
Burn a torch for your sons and daughters....
Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
(good girls go to heaven)
(good boys go to heaven)
The Want Ad
...so and so, how far do you go?
The 300 pound lady judge, who screamed "Abuse" at me, the transvestite who wanted me to support him, the numerous young studs who had nothing to offer besides the negative result of their goddamn blood tests, the diminutive actor and all the other short ones, the astronomer who cried like a baby and said he'd been betrayed by every star he ever knew, the fanatic priest who wanted me to confess to things I'd never even dreamed of, the worn out soldiers, the burned out poets, the bumped off jacks and the used up kids. The racists, including the one at who's place I left my white sweater and I'd rather cut off my right thumb than go back for it, the drunks, junkies, crack- and cokeheads, the multitude of liars and especially the nice ones who never called back...
To all of you I say: JUST FORGET MY PHONENUMBER—I DONT NEED ALL THE HASLES!!!!
I'll be starting school next month and I just don't want to be bothered, so don't hold your breath any of you.
Sincerely, the underweight platinum blonde.
Have a nice day.
Requiem Metal
[instrumental]
My Little Red Book
I just got out my little red book
The minute that you said goodbye
I thumbed right through my little red book
I wasn't gonna sit and cry
And I went from A to Z
I took out every pretty boy in town
They danced with me
And as I held them
All I did was talk about you
Hear your name and I start to cry
There's just no getting over you—oh no
It Just Won't Quit
Oh, is this a blessing or is it a curse?
Does it get any better, can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever or is it over tonight?
Does it come with the darkness? Does it bring out the light?
Is it richer than diamonds
Or just a little cheaper than spit?
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit
I don't know what it is but it just won't quit....
I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately
I've been dreaming up a storm lately...
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