LIE DOWN hello (willcox) 1.20 prostitute (willcox/sidelnyk) 2.58 wife (willcox) 3.46 the show (willcox) 2.45 dream house (willcox/sidelnyk) 4.29 homecraft (willcox) 3.02 obsession (willcox) 3.44 THINK OF ENGLAND let the power bleed (willcox/sidelnyk) 4.43 restless (willcox/sidelnyk) 4.05 falling to earth (willcox) 3.26 jazz singers in the trees (willcox/sidelnyk) 4.52 vale of evesham (willcox) 2.50 ghosts in the universe (willcox/sidelnyk) 3.55 Q: What is a Prostitute? A: “A woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse for payment”, if you want to be literal. But that is not the meaning in this case. For me, Prostitute is a word of great power, often misused and misinterpreted. It is a word that evokes poverty, a slavery and entrapment of the opposite sex. It is a word that says compromise has become exploitation. A word created by misogynists and applied to too many great women through the ages. The period in which Prostitute, a pop star, shallow, an airhead in the album became a concept the eyes of the academics. This is in my head was a period of how we were perceived and I had unavoidable change. I had lived made the fatal mistake of believing through phenomenal popularity love was enough to justify a bond as an early Eighties icon, and I felt between two people. Boy! I was that all that was new and vibrant f------ angry. All the scum of music about me had become staid and journalism suddenly felt the right predictable. I was desperate to play God and judge our private to change and move on and to lives, instead of showing any express the real me that had form of decent human nature, all become embedded in layer upon they did was display their mental layer of images and misquotes. fascism. At this time hubbie and I had the same management and I had recently married my they too treated me as the little husband, it was 1987. I made woman who would retire and one fatal mistake. In private we have babies. I was ready to kill! were an ordinary couple who loved everything about the other. By entering into this marriage I In public we were the odd couple felt I had gone from all-powerful that prompted ridicule and artist to invisible woman. My speculation about the longevity bank manager would discuss my of the relationship. My husband bank accounts to my husband Robert Fripp is a very intelligent without even bringing me into man and considered an academic the conversation. It goes in music. I, on the other hand was without saying I was f------ fuming. There was a great need to anyone. Alex went away and get this out of my system. created “Little Fluffy Clouds”. Metaphorically I was ready to I’m not a musician in the true kill. A friend of mine at the time sense of the word and I am was Alex Paterson, he was a the first to admit that, but on roadie when I knew him, and this album I wanted to play later went on to form The Orb. everything I could. There was I mentioned to him that I was no way I could play drums and desperate to do an album of pure I didn’t want to use samples vocals, where the content of the because I wanted the backbone lyric was the driving force and of the album to have immense very little else interfered with strength and honesty. Steve it. Where the structures were Sidelnyk played all of the live basic but the words carried the drums and percussion. I would impact. This fascinated Alex, tell him to give me 22 bars of where I saw vocal complexities, this and 16 bars of that. He he saw vocal minimalism. It was playing blind, as I was was a good meeting for both of the only person who knew us, he helped me sort my head what the end result would be. out and after that I decided that Steve worked at night, I always for the first time in my career worked in the afternoon, so I was going to compose and by the time he came into the produce an album where I would studio I’d have turned one of not compromise my ideas for his drum tracks into a song. My co-producer Tony Arnold, an new era for me as a producer ex-BBC man (always the best) and that it was an antidote to was ingenious about creating Madonna. I disagree as I feel sounds. I would get up at 4 Madonna is one of the greatest in the morning and record the women of all time. I started to dawn chorus, record church receive mail from professors at bells, snippets of conversations eminent universities telling me and Tony would marry them they played the album at their into the tracks. We worked lectures as an example of the as if we were compiling a new way of thinking coming scrapbook with glue and paper, from contemporary women. old newspaper cuttings, lost love letters, odd thoughts and I could have made a career tons of fractured emotions. out of being angry in America alone, but why throw fuel onto This album was an exorcism an insatiable fire when change for me, an exercise in self- can be achieved in far subtler worth. In the UK when my ways. This album struck a chord management tried to sell it to that never stopped resonating. the music reps, an awful lot got It is the one album people ask up and walked out of meetings; me where they can replace all male I hasten to add. In their worn out copy time and America, Billboard magazine time again. Well here it is. said it was the dawning of a Toyah Willcox LIE DOWN HELLO “do i improvise this?” / “just be obscure. hello doctor...” / “hello sweetie, how are you today. oh, hello patient, how are you today?” / “oh, i’m somewhat o.k.” / “good” / “well really, to be honest with you, i have this little problem” / “and i have this answer... where is it?” / “yes, but my problem’s just here, can you see it? just where the suspender belt starts...” / “oh, that little problem. oh, look at this...” / “that little problem, yes, just where my suspender belt starts... do you always wear that rubber mask?” / “how about some st. michael strong gussetted corsets... this isn’t going to go too far... i’m embarrassed... libertine!” / “what’s libertine mean?” “one who’s free” / “and...” / “free with themselves and others” PROSTITUTE fingers cross my lips drawing pretty maps with my bright red lipstick pictures of deviation i read in the dictionary that i’m a miscreation a nonconformist make it quick i make a livin’ off-a this “this is your fifteen minute call ladies and gentlemen fifteen minutes... thank you... darling your beautiful” don’t use the back breaks honey forget my lips just let the muscle fix fit prostitute now don’t quote karl marx to me what’s yours is yours what’s mine is ours when you touch me i feel the media printing words across my female form cigarette burns on your jacksaw chin come on man i need a girl if you can’t do what she can man they say when something begins there is no sin prostitute come on baby reach my maturity no bones about it slow burn speed car racing three point turn upper body tracing excuse me, we’re heading for that wall WIFE this is your five minute call... five minutes ladies & gentlemen, thank you “where’s my lunch...come here - where’s my fucking lunch?” big, big tears by the bright blue sea as deep as forever, oh, shirley if only mother found what you found, i wouldn’t be here dreaming salutations dear listener this is a comedy in three acts; breakfast, lunch, & tea and they better not be late here he comes through the bordello doors i kowtow to my pimp i’m a good little whore big, big tears by the bright blue sea hello wall, nice to see you wall good day at the office wall? your dinner’s on the floor darling and scrape me off the ceiling well i’m a mercenary wife where it complies i compromise i only wear this skin ‘cause i sinned in my past life i want war and you want me i want war and you want breakfast, lunch, tea “on stage please, on stage thank you” sweat drips off my brow i know my lines, my moves, my place in life and it is ticking away i’m not going on tonight that insecure feeling it’s my nerves a void of nothingness i’m dripping away well i’m a mercenary wife i want what money buys i only wear this skin ‘cause i sinned in my past life i want war and you want me THE SHOW as you sleep in our bed in my arms i see a dying man you will always be what you will be ready to take waiting to receive i’m the object in your life called wife struggling for existence while all around glides by you will always be what you will be ready to take waiting to receive hope pride will a hand break the ice? pull me from the sea if i don’t ask i don’t receive you will always be what you will be ready to take waiting to receive just remove the hook from my mouth let me go free DREAM HOUSE there’s a house on the outskirts of marlborough past the polly tea rooms hidden in the trees that watch your every move consumed by birdsong over the bunker, below radar away from the sports centre city tip and parked cars perched on a hillside an undiscovered u.f.o.