"Spoken intro" (Left in the Dark)
Performed by Jim Steinman
where did he touch you and how did it feel
and why did you let it begin
what did he whisper and when did you cry
and where do you think it will end
how long did you do it and why did you stop
did you get to try anything new
how good was he honestly and were did you go
and who made the very first move
Performed by Ellen Foley
If light were dark and dark were light
the moon a black hole in the blaze of night
a ravens wing as bright as tin
then you my love would be darker than sin
"The love and death of an american guitar" - "Wasted youth"
Performed by Jim Steinman
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it had a heart of crome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angel
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
soon dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was chuckberry-red.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and i shashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity-cheerleader
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat.
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly i opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing ? Thats no way to treat an
expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it,daddy,you know i love you"
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL"
"Nocturnal Pleasures" (I've been dreaming up a storm lately)
Written by Jim Steinman 1989
Spoken by Jim Steinman (1989)
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
I've been dreaming up a storm lately!
And the entire city is burning
Look! You can see the colors dancing around the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox.
Horny angels stalk the streets looking for a little damnation and wearing nothing but the red badge of love.
Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys, groaning with greasy pleasure.
And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon and sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls.
And if I fall asleep here tonight you better give me some asbestos sheets 'cause I've been sweating gasoline.
My dreams are highly flammable, and there are parts of my body that just won't stop giving off sparks!
Stop me before I dream again!
Why must I be a teenager in love...?
I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately
Written by Jim Steinman 1989
Spoken by Jim Steinman (1989)
ah, come on
come on
let me tell you all about it
we got all the time in the world
that's good
that's nice
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
over and over again, now I can't stop, can't stop
dreaming about mirrors
millions of mirrors
an endless army of mirrors, out of control, reflecting people to death
to blindness and then death
on, the mirrors kept getting larger
they kept growing, swelling
they kept spreading out
and now I can't seem to stop them
they're still growing and I can't seem to stop them
I have to keep filling them up,
I have to keep feeding them,
and they still getting larger and larger
the mirrors have become vast and beautiful and very, very hungry
hungrier than I've ever been
too hungry
I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see
they decide themselves what they would like to reflect
they won't obey me!
they create a reflection and then,
then I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it
and almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors,
it is not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first
and at that point, I have to destroy the real thing, and go out looking again
until finally, I find another real thing, a thing that does match what's inside the mirror
and is truely worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first
I almost never find it
and the mirrors get even hungrier
pretty soon now they're going to devour me
they're going to swallow me up -
piece by piece, bit by bit, shiver and shiver, tremble by tremble,
sliver by sliver, and splinter by splinter!
ah but you can help me, please
they want you
they've given me your image, before I ever saw you they gave me your image, please
I'd like to make you one of my reflections and feed you to the mirrors
I only need one more to fill them up, and if it were you,
I feel that they would be satisfied, as I would be
please
you have such a beautiful reflection
don't ever waste it
now! your place or mine?