Pandora’s Box — Pandora’s House: Room By Room

01 Pandora’s House: Room by Room
Written and Produced by Jim Steinman
Published by Lost Boys Music/Rightsong Music Inc.
except “My Little Red Book” (Burt Bacharach / Hal David) Published by EMI United Partnership Ltd
and “Twentieth Century Fox” (The Doors) Published by Rondor Music (London) Ltd
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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

Label Virgin Cat.No. PBCD1 Format 3″ CDS Year 1989 Country AT Notes promo

Pandora’s House: Room By Room

The Future Ain’t What It Used To Be

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 till the midnight hour)
(that’s when the boys come foxin’ around)

Well, he’s fashionably lean
And he’s fashionably late
He’ll never wreck 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 may be thinking of answering the personal ad I placed in volume two, number fifteen of this newspaper, two weeks ago Friday.

First: my apologies to the huge bartender with the voice and the light-hearted 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 too 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 dailed 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 — 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 Jenny, Jenny
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 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 god damn 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 pumped up jacks and the used up kids… The racists, including the one at whose place I left my white sweater and I’d rather cut off my right thumb then go back for it. The drunks, junkies, crack and coke heads… The multitude of liars and especially the nice ones who never called back… To all of you I say:

Just forget my phone number, I don’t need all the hassles! 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!

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
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 allow!
Baby, baby, baby —

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
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 barley 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 (The Natives Are Restless Tonight)

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
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…