 Guide
to the game of love
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music 2003, Lyrics 2004.
If you ever see a woman light the
fire to your flame
No matter what it takes, you gotta
have her just the same
If you wonder what it takes to make
that claim
You're gonna have to play the game!
A man is a hunter but a woman ain't
no game
How you gonna make her see what
you feel
You'll find yourself hunting for
her just the same
But don't think that's no big deal!
Mind your little list of do's
and don'ts
Respectful adoration, unresolved
sedation
Mind your little list of do's
and don'ts
Tender adoration; lift her into
heaven
You don't win a woman just once
You don't give up but take that
chance!
I don't see why a love shouldn't
last forever
Guide to the never-ending game of
love
Give her protection, it's no small
endeavor
Love's what you're thinking of
I don't see why a love shouldn't
last forever
Guide to the never-ending game of
love
Don't be a fool, play the game clever
Know what she's thinking of
If you ever see a woman light the
fire to your flame
No matter what it takes, you gotta
have her just the same
If you wonder what it takes to make
that claim
You're gonna have to play the game!
A man is a hunter but a woman ain't
no game
But you'll find yourself hunting
for her just the same
Find out all the things that she's
thinking of
Guide to the game of love!
Mind your little list of do's
and don'ts
Love is a game, love is a dance
If you're gonna play the game
then
Never give up but take that chance!
 Remote
control
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music 2002, lyrics 2003.
Would you not be willing to sell
your soul
Do you feel this need to be whole?
Listen to me, let me take you to
the light
An end to all your fears, all your
fright
It's only a channel away
It's only a button away.
Slave to your remote control, there's
no spirit in your soul
We're not howling at the moon.
Lie down, no more tears - slumber,
no more fears.
Slave to your remote control, there's
no spirit in your soul
We're not howling at the moon, you're
indoctrinated soon.
Lie down, no more tears - slumber,
no more fears.
The stuff the people need is quite
the same
When you face the dark and cold,
watch my cure unfold.
Listen to what you need
And satisfy your greed!
Lie down, no more tears - stumble,
it's all too clear.
Lie down, no more tears - crumble,
to me you're near.
 Punk
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music 2002, lyrics 2003.
Fourth floor up, and the lights go
down
I'm living on top, and the roof
is brown
The landlord screams, in my conscious
dreams
I scream and shout - it's nothing
but a rout!
Life in the city, live my life
Better burn up, than to stifle
and die
I'll be fine and quite alright
Live my life, better stand up
and fight!
Pack the rent, I'm on dire straits
Well my life is bent by people that
hate
I'm living in a mess, and I walk
barefeet
It's all a game of chess, when shall
we meet?
Life in the city, live my life
Better burn up, than to stifle
and die
I'll be fine and quite alright
Live my life, better stand up
and fight!
Fourth floor up, and the lights go
down
I'm living on top, and the rest
is brown
I'm living in a mess, and I walk
barefeet
It's all a game of chess, when shall
we meet?
(Chorus)
 Born
of hope
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music 2002, Lyrics 2004.
Hope seems to fade like a blood-red
sunset
Oh my beloved one, can there be
so dark a time?
I keep thinking of all the things
we might have had
Ooh my precious darling, it could
all have been so fine
And all these lonely lonely lonely
days
They're eating away at my sanity
I wish I had the strength to forget
the many ways
In which we ran out on understanding.
In spite of all the wounds and
memories so cruel
I'll always be the same old fool,
for I keep needing you.
And all these lonely lonely lonely
lonely nights
In which I pray for a different
course in time
Yes hope seems to fade like a blood-red
sunset
Gone will be the cool white light,
like the white-winged dove
In spite of all the wounds and
memories so cruel
I'll always be the same old fool,
for I keep needing you.
Oh I pray that you will wake up one
day to see the long and winding road to peace
To let go of all the struggling
is really not the hardest way
Bring us back our sanity, will you
wake up, wake up please!
Yes my precious darling, there's
always, always hope; hope for another shining sunrise
I ask you please to hear this call.
In you all hope lies. In you all hope lies.
In spite of all the wounds and
memories so cruel
I'll always be the same old fool,
for I keep calling you.
The healing of the wounds, the
strength of all our roots
With every wave of hate we'll
cope - this song is born of hope.
 Wet
dream market
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music 2002, lyrics 2004.
Welcome my friend to the journey's
end
From heaven I was sent, welcome
to my market stand!
This dream is all too real
Why should you even wonder what
you feel?
Lips like a blood red shining rose
Peaches so blown, you are now so
close
This dream is all too real
Why should you even wonder what
you feel?
Welcome to the Wet Dream Market!
Let yourself go - don't be afraid
to let yourself go, Just let go!
Widening your eyes, these are no
lies,
It's no cheap fun, hold
the life-giving gun.
Stroll around and you will see
There's really nothing else you
need
Head turning skywards andhair is
flowing downwards
We are one with the whole universe.
Stroll around and you will see
There's really nothing else you
need
Welcome to the Wet Dream Market!
Let yourself go - don't be afraid
to let yourself go, Just let go!
I'm giving my gift to you
It's the warmest thing we can do!
 Red
light job
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music: 1999, Lyrics: 2004.
Monday morning, nine o'clock, the
rain is pouring down
Gloomy are my thoughts of the dock
where red lights light your gown.
I don't like the job I've got, with
offices full of clowns
I turn my back on the crazy lot
in these frenzied western towns.
Your job is behind red window lights
Making love without real love for
people who'll never make love.
Gloria, you and I together
Gloria, we can stand the stormiest
weather.
Your job is behind red window lights
Making love without real love for
people who'll never make love.
Gloria, Gloria
When will your job be done, living
in endless fear and doubt
Where in the end will you be
Gloria, Gloria
Though I'm silent when I see
you come, my heart is screaming out
When will we be free.
Gloria, in this prison you must stay
- I wish we could fly away.
Your job is behind red window lights,
making love without real love
For people who'll never make real
love.
(Chorus)
 Prefab
bliss
© Written by Maida Vale.
Music: 1998, Lyrics: 2004.
Jenny and Ken got it all figured
out
Each and every day they got their
heads in a cloud
Any uncertainty melts in the sun
'Cause why should life be anything
but fun?
Jenny and Ken go for quality time
True, it takes more than a dollar
and a dime
Set on having the sun always shine
If you try hard enough, life will
always be fine.
Jenny and Ken are forever in flow
Don't really realize that nowhere
does it go
And if you feel you may be blue
for a while
Chase it away - close your eyes
and smile
You got to think positive - you got
to think positive
You really must convince yourself
- you will deceive yourself
Living on a highway lane, who
am I to blame?
Nothing else that you can lose,
everything to gain
Life is an empty glass lonely
at the bar
Fill it with the things you see,
though that's not very far.
What's that nagging doubt saying
'Is this all there is?'
Now you got it figured out -
go for prefab bliss.
Close your eyes to anything that
you deny there is
Now there'll never be a doubt:
you got prefab bliss.
Jenny and Ken got relational therapy
To prevent this lack of energy
Don't be rash, but go for cash
Life must be organized; it's over
in a flash
Jenny and Ken got this savvy diet
What the heck - don't moan - just
buy it
On TV everybody is doing it
We just want to make sure we fit.
(Chorus)
I say hail to the lunatic
Promise us all to never be sick
Maybe life is just a game
Don't ever think you are to blame.
(Chorus)
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