Adam Lucas & Jo Hustler - The Girl in the Red Dress

THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESS PT.1
by Adam Lucas.

Across the room; across the night, her chique perfume came shining bright.
I was surprised, she didn't see me.
Amongst the gloom: the disco light, nothing made her look a sight.
I could see her all so clearly.

Makes a model look like a crone;
My luck's in: she's all on her own.
Approaching her personal zone.

Come, you people: break away.
Time for loving's here to stay.

"Hello. You look lovely. You look right. You care to dance right through the night?"
"Well, I don't know..." she fobbed me off, so quickly.

Makes a model look like a crone;
It's all excuses and 'moan moan moan'...
"Stop cramping my personal zone."

"Come, little darling: break away."
"No, I can't. Look, would you go away?"
Me thinks the lady doth protest too loudly.

Well she made me mad as she fobbed me off, but I wouldn't break away,
So I stuck around and I persevered, trying to get my own way,
And she pushed me back, and she turned away, and she had a lovely back,
And she was the girl with the red dress on and I was the chap in the black.

"Push off, go home, man, can't you see? I wouldn't want you anywhere near me."
Deep inside, I know she wants me.
"Give me a break, you dozy prat."
She means 'I love you' when she says that.
"Just bog off!" : 'I think you're lovely'.

"What is it with you? Go away. Let me be on my own."
It's all excuses: 'moan moan moan'.
Then she kicks me in my personal zone.

"Come, little honey: break away. Gimme your loving."
"Oh just go away!"
Deep inside, she's aching for it.

"Now you've made me mad. Please leave me be. Just leave me on my own.
"They'd turn me into salt if I fancied you. Now will you let me use the phone?"
And she squeezed right past and I followed her and then she pushed me back,
And she was the girl with the red dress on and I was the chap in the black.

And I know what I mean when I say what I mean, and I mean just what I say:
When you meet a girl who's as good as that, you don't let her slip away.

Makes a model look like a crone;
Money's up. She puts down the phone.
Now she's set for going home.

"Come on, woman: break away. Gimme some loving."
"Bog off."
She doesn't mean it, I know.

THE AGNOSTIC'S SONG
by Adam Lucas & Jo Hustler

I'm walking down the street, minding my own business;
I pass the public telephone, and just as I try to cross the road alone a large steamroller comes out and squashes me.

So which way should I turn?
Will I get buried or be put in an urn?
In which direction do I go?
Please tell me. I  don't know.

Am I sat outside the pearly gates or just haunting some old lady as she sits and waits to cross?
The anxiety is killing me but then, of course, does that effect you when you're already dead?

So which way should I turn?
Get ate by maggots or just quietly burn?
And do I get another go or is it 'end of the show'?
You know I just don't know which way to turn.

LIFE II
by Adam Lucas & Jo Hustler

I've been trying to see it your way. All in all it's been a wasted day.
I guess that neither of us were in the right.
Of course I wanted you to stay,
But you would never say that you would wish to stay the night.
You were uptight.

Life's quite over-rated. Life should be dissipated. Life's not all it's cracked up to be.
Life with you was certainly heaven, but now you're gone it's hell.

You may say it was my fault. I know I say it was your fault.
Maybe it was both of us to blame.
But I'm sure it wasn't my fault, and you claim it wasn't your fault,
And so I still believe the same.
That's a shame.

Life's quite over-rated. Life should be dissipated. Life's not all it's cracked up to be.
How I loved to be with you, but now you're gone I'm blue.

I was a bag; just a bit of a drag to you.
Sheer bloody poetry; that's what you were to me.

MUSIC
by Adam Lucas

Man and woman at a party; woman notably divine.
Man put's forth a proposition; woman's sorry: must decline.

Always one for perseverence, the man persists with his request;
The woman puts up a resistance; she does her very very best.

Well it could last all night and it could last all day but eventually she cracks,
And they both take to the dance floor but neither can relax.

And as the music plays the two talk freely in a tranquil daze of loves gone by.
Neither dare stare; his face in her hair as the music plays.
Should he ask her now?

And as they stumble cross the dance floor to a song that they both know,
The man is hoping it will never end; he cannot bare to let her go.

And as the music nears its untimely end he shuts his eyes and dreams
Of a love he wants so desperately. Not as easy as it seems.

And when the music ends the two of them part.
Both run to their friends and he loses heart.
Opportunity gone; the night'll be long, when the music ends.
He'll just wait a little while.

And as the night goes on he's staring at her face.
Should he ask again? Would it just be a waste?

And as the music plays he's thinking of her; loving in his gaze.
He just can't stop; can't stop but stare at the beauty sat there, while the music plays...
He's wishing he'd asked her now.

And as the night goes on he finds it hard. He sees she's gone.

And when the music played he held her tightly,
When the music played his mind went wild.
Eyes closed, his stare, into her hair, when the music played.
The best night of his life.

And when the music played, the glorious scene they made.
Neither dared stare; his face in her hair.
Bliss as the music played.

THE VOLUPTUOSITY DEVOTEE
by Adam Lucas & Jo Hustler

When I met you you were seventeen: short black mini and a skirt to match;
The longest legs I've ever seen. Oh so pretty; what a lovely catch.
Well they said "Don't you touch her" and they said "stay well clear.
"It's true what we're saying, old boy."

Never one to heed such advice, I took her out to eat somewhere nice,
I took her home, she took off her bra; a ra da dee, a ra da dee da.
Well I said "what you doing?" and she said "don't you know?",
And she said "come along now, my boy."
And she said "have some fun, lover-boy."

Pretty soon everything seemed right. She'd really whet my appetite.
Her's or my place every night. Provided she was there, I didn't give a shite.
Then I said "will you wed me?" and she said "think again,
"I'm not that type, stupid boy."
It's true what they're saying. Oh boy.

When I met her she was seventeen: hair was dark with a life to match.
Like the others, I stay well clear now. Not really such a lovely catch.
And it's true what I'm saying. Oh boy.

THE STORIES OF OUR LIVES
by Jo Hustler & Adam Lucas

I was born but soon I'll die.
Hope my friends don't have to cry.
Learn to live, give it a try.
Don't you stop; just say goodbye.

You all know we all have to go some time.
You all know it's not been such a long long line.
Don't give up. I know you'll be just fine.
Have a beer, have a chat, have a glass of wine.
Don't think of what could've been.
No. Just recall the stories of my life.

Looking back on our yesterdays;
All our loves, all our lives, all our works and plays,
All those beautiful memories we have.
Have some fun, have a drink, have a real good laugh.
Don't think of what could've been.
No. Think instead of the stories of my life.

Recall the glories of the past:
The dreams, the games, all of our laughs;
The lovely times we used to have in the stories of my life.

When I'm gone, don't be too sad.
Think of the good times that we had.
Don't waste your time on what could've been.
No. Think of the good times you're yet to have.

Retain the glories of the past.
Have dreams, play games, don't forget to laugh
At the happy times you've yet to have in the stories of your lives.

THE GIRL IN THE RED DRESS PT.II
by Adam Lucas

"Well I know what I say and I mean what I say when I say just what I mean:
"With beauty like this, won't you just give us a kiss and a chance to keep the dream alive?

"Well a week has gone and not a single call, and it seems we meet again.
"The gods must be smiling on us."
"Give us a break; you know I'm here from half past ten."

"Well I think I love you, do you love me too? Can't you see I'm chained to the rack?"
"Where?"
"Cos you were the girl with the red dress on, and I was the chap in the black."

"Well it makes me angry, girl, it makes me sad. Can't you see I'm in your heart?"
"Where?"
"Love me please; I'm on my knees."
"Go away, you little fart."

"And I love you desperately, I love you mad. Will you say you'll love me back?
"Cos you are the girl with the red dress on and I am the chap in the black."

"Well I know what I mean when I say what I mean and I mean just what I say..."
"We're water and fire."
"Well we'll stand on the earth. I can't bear another day without you.

"And I love you desperately, I love you mad. Won't you say you'll love me back?
"Cos you are the girl with the red dress on and I am the chap in the black."

Look around you, here today. Time for loving here to stay.
 



DREAMS
by Jo Hustler & Adam Lucas

The voices call within my mind; they shout and scream and now I find that there is nowhere left to turn.
The creatures of my darkest nights that haunt my world, so full of frights, are telling me I will never learn.

I'm calling your name; I'm crying out loud but you don't hear me.
I'm praying that some day you'll return.
I'm trying my hardest but the screams just drown me out and I'm not heard.

And did I see you in the darkness of the night? Was it not you that called my name?
What is it I don't see but still I think is right? You're slowly driving me insane.

Wasn't it you who I saw last night? Weren't you standing there in the shimmering pale moonlight?
My nights are nightmares, can't you see? I'm dreaming you won't come back to me.

The voices call within my mind, and I'm looking round to find that you're turning me inside out.
I twist and turn throughout the night. Can't you just make the future brighter now?
You know, it's time that you let me out now, baby.

And do I see you in the darkness of the night? I stretch to touch what isn't there.
I'm fighting hard against the dying of the light. My dreams return but do you care?

Wasn't it you who I saw last night? Weren't you standing there in the shimmering pale moonlight?
My nights are nightmares, can't you see? I'm dreaming: won't you come back to me?

And I cry out but you're not there and you don't give a damn, girl.
The voices say that you don't care and you don't give a damn, no.

And will I see you in the moonlight?
And will I touch you?
Will we hold each other tight and say that living without you we never shall do;
I'll always be there trying to find you: someone to cling to forever and ever.
I'll always need you there.

And so lets both meet up tonight, sharing our love in the pale moonlight.
My only dream is that we'll meet. I'm dreaming: my life is oh so sweet.

But I cry out and you're not there and you don't understand.
I guess that you don't even care; you'll never hold my hand at all.
But I'll never give it up, even if I'm not with you.
No, I'll never give it up. I'll just be spending my nights with you in dreams.