Pandora's Box - Pandora's House: Room By Room
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Pandora's House: Room by Room
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Written and Produced by Jim Steinman,
except "My Little Red Book" written by Hal David / Burt Bacharach
and "Twentieth Century Fox" written by The Doors
PANDORA'S BOX is:
Elaine Caswell: Vocals
Ellen Foley: Vocals
Gina Taylor: Vocals
Deliria Wilde: Vocals
Jim Steinman: Keyboards
The Band is:
Roy Bittan: Grand Piano
Jeff Bova: Synthesizers, Keyboards, Programming
Jimmy Bralower: Drums, Programming
Eddie Martinez: Guitars
Steve Buslowe: Bass Guitar
PANDORA'S HOUSE: ROOM BY ROOM is a medley from all the tracks of the Original Sin album. It was released as on promotional singles, and an edit appeared as b-side to the Good Girls Go To Heaven single. Most of the time, the transitions between the sections are a simple, crude cross-fades.
| Label | Virgin | Cat.No. | PBCD1 | Format | 3″ CDS | Year | 1989 | Country | AT | Notes | promo |
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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 then… 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 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
(foxy)
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]
Pray Lewd
[instrumental]
It's All Coming Back To Me Now
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
If you touch me like this and if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind but it's all coming back to me
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now>
There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light
There were things we'd never do again but they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allowed—baby, baby, baby!
When you touch me like this and when you hold me like
It was gone with the wind but it's all coming back to me
When you see me like this and when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see—all coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies—all coming back to me
I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now....
My Little Red Book
Well 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
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....
Original Sin
I'm applying for a license to thrill
Going out on the edge, moving in for the kill
And there'll be hell to pay someday, so put it all on the bill
Cause we'll always be paying and paying until
We're beyond expiration with a license to thrill…
I've been looking for an original sin…
I'm applying for a license to thrill
Going out on the edge, moving in for the kill
nd there'll be hell to pay someday, so put it all on the bill
Cause we'll always be paying and paying until
We're beyond expiration with a license to thrill....
I've been looking for an original sin....
I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
Over and over again
And now I can't stop…
Can't stop…
Can't stop…
Can't stop…
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