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NIGHT IS OVER (Anne)

Night is hereMy day has begunThe night is longI hate the sunAt night I work

And my kids run me raggedall day long.

Independent, self sufficientA modern wifeAnd I mean it.

I won’t steal from my husband for my needsWhy should I borrow or beg,When I can spread my legs?



I do my work quickly,Keep my workplace clean,

And fast,

It keeps them coming back for more.Soft and pillowy,

The neighborhood whore.

But relax ladies,Men put away your wood,

Yours is not my neighborhood.

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Strange in this placeTo hear the sounds that children make

Whoever brought them has made a mistake.The clatter of kids playing on a swing

Strange are the feelingsChildren’s laughter brings.

The dark and quiet of junkie parkHas been penetrated

By the noise of little boys.In this place to tie your armAnd shoot up in the dark.Where junkies have shot

The street lights out.

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Like a hound dog on the trailI can sense men looking for tailLike dogs circling in the hunt.

Finding what they want, I put up no front.

My radar can find the stiff



On a body hid in a car trunkThe guy with kids is no john,I don’t need my radar on.

A man with small kids fills me withAnxiety and suspicion

But it’s not my businessI’ll continue to my destination.

But they are on my benchLater there I will lie

Pleasing my customersOr after work getting high.

Kids eating, spilling soda and gooAlong with infected blood spilt on there too.

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HOOKER SONG

Can I do a trick for you?An overcoat avoids the spatter

Don’t spread herpes, do not kissWhat kind of life is this?

In a mud swamp of diseasesQuickly on with the coat

Not to seem eagerI have to make a quota

I pity the man

Alone in the cityI sit on his lap

His shy hands get busyFor a moment he is not alone

In the big cityFinding welcome in my home



We are not like their wivesThey want exclusivityWe want popularity

Our work is to give pleasureThe housewife makes her pleasure into work.

ANNE AND TOM(Scene; an urban park, dirty and rundown in the shadows

between afactory and tenement, the unsteady flicker of the lights of a

bar can

be observed.)

TomWelcome to my visitation. Would you like to go for a coffee

at BurgerKing?

AnnI'm not here for recreation, I'm a girl who is working.

TomThose are my boys on that swing.

AnnThey look a lot like you.

TomYes, they do.

AnnIt's so sad the separation.

My children are safe at home with their dad.

TomDo you work in the factory?



AnnNo, that's not how I make my money.

I do what I can to help straighten men out

You know, menOne eyed, club foot, sweat stank, fetishist, drunk and with

justenough cash.

Puke breath, dirty hands,Young and nervous with shy hesitation

Old and dreary with sick fixation.If I can stand the smell I take them to the hotel.

Bathing the unwashed and doing for them what no wife

could stand.Without contempt or adoration

I do it for the cash.

TomWe all must do what we can.

Once I wanted a wife and a family. I wanted a woman in mylife with

whom I could get along equally. Not one who would leave all

thethinking up to me. Was that nature's plan, to heap all the

weight onthe man? And when the babies started to arrive she became

like anotherchild. Without guile or subtlety I felt she was too dependant

on me. Ionly meant to remark it casually that I felt inside the need

to be

free. And with that my wife became my enemy."What's her name? I'll take everything you got. I'll divorce

you onthe spot."

Soon she remarried and I stayed alone. The support I payfor the

kids we have leaves me too poor to think of a new family.



Once was my springtime for loving and lustTaking all kisses without trusting or trustThinking how good a husband I could be

To any woman who would settle for meNever again did I let a woman in my lifeUntil this feeling for another man's wife

I can not take you awayNot from all this

Too many commitmentsToo many kids

I can't take you away like young lovers do

Where were you then?Was there ever anyone like you?

Her leery glances to protect our intimacyThere were no spies in the shadows

As the park grew darker we were quite alone

(ANNE)I know I can trust you

But don't repeat this to anyone

(TOM)Her secrets prefaced by ritual remarks

Attempting to rebuild trust after it has been shatteredOn her knees she made the effort to remove the stain

(ANNE)I don't know who I can trust after the last one I told

I am forever hopeful and a foolI thought that he could change my life's history

(TOM)Far from the first and sure not to be the last

I was a powerless listenerI rose to shower this victim with forgiveness



And to heap on compassion

(ANNE)Once hopeful in the telling and retelling it is now a drug

I accentuated every sad note of my storyTo see a shocked expression

Or a shrugOn many different faces

Upon this foundation my castle was builtWith a ring of keys in hand

Still none fit the door to that happy landStraight or stoned I shared my measure of guilt.

DO YOU TRUST ME? (Anne sings)

May I pick up your child?Do you mind?

You can see I am gentle and kindA natural mother butOne born to suffer

My boys are now young menI can not remember them

Out on the swingPlaying free

When they visited meIn the Women's Penitentiary

When I was high I dreamed I was still a good mother

Imagining my kids were safe where they areSleeping and locked in the trunk of my car.

After prison I was able to start overThe drugs I was craving forever strongI would not repeat what I did wrong

Tonight they are with their dad at homeAnd I can stay out all night long.



In prison I rebelled against authorityThe only thing they could take from me

Where visits with my family.

How do you wreck the life of a child?Take away a poor baby's smileNot there to help them grow

There is so much they need to knowSo little a mother could I be

On a Sunday from noon til three.

(TOM CONTINUES)

I've seen you at night under the street lightNow you offer yourself for freeYour way of saying you like me

My passion for you will never be sated.If you were not to another man wed

I would take you straight to bedOnce again I feel like I am alive

And not all dried up at thirty five.

YOU STUPID GIRL (Husband's song)

This bacon tastes like rubber,

Haven't you taken out the trash?Not spaghetti again for supperI need you like I need a rash.

All the rooms need to be swept and dustedDo you just lay in bed watching TV?

Must I tell you to do everything?



At least my pipes are not getting rustedYou are my lusty depository.

The stupid girl who turns me on

You make my world go round and roundYou are my sun and moon

Doing your best work in the bedroom.

See your mother, she's still a mill rat,Imagine how poor you would be,

But really you had no choice,You had not come home with me.

And potato chips are not a vegetableA meat dish is not hash.

Why did I drag you out of your mobile home?You will always be white trash.

CHILD'S SONG (ANNE SINGS)

Is this the place I belong

I hide when Daddy is homeI can't help but wonder what's wrong

Hiding in the corner begging for a crumb.

BANSHEE (ANNE SINGS)

I was a banshee in the streetI used to throw my love around

Dragging little boys into the closet at schoolCrying over a new heartbreak every week

Wanting the love I never hadAnd needing it so bad

There were lots of names for a girl like meI was a banshee in the street

Like a dog on a leash



With wet kisses for whoever I could reachNeeding love and out of control

MY DADDY'S BAR (ANNE SINGS)

I was glad to be with him when we lived togetherBut after our marriage I avoided him like sin.

I went to the church, PTA meetings and even visitedMy mother in law

Another nightAway from home and him

I take out the trash and say I am going for cigarettes at thestore

But I won't be home til it's morning once moreAshamed of being in his sight

Makes for a very long night at homeI do not know who will

Send the children off to school.

One night I was drawn to the lights of this bar.From my husband's gaze I shrank

Into the depths of this world I sankOf bikers and drinkers and tattooed ladies

Where no one is judging me.

Wandering into the door of my father's barWhere he made me a whore and I was his star

"Whose little girl is this?" asks a voice with a hiss"Come and sit with me, sit on your daddy's knee"

Could it be so? Twenty years agoA voice still calling me

It does not have to ask twiceBegging me into this place



Here my youthful energy is restored.

A housewife flown her nestHere I drink hardest and laugh loudest

Casting off my inhibitionDashing responsibility like a stack of dirty dishes

No one touches my reputation for inebriation

(DEALER SINGS)I run my business from my pocketAnd like those bottles on the shelf

My product sells itself I need no attention here

I do not want her near

(ANNE SINGS)Whose eyes are those I see? A guy in the shadows

Flirting with me?A few drinks will free my curiosity

And a few drinks after that I will flirt back.

(dealer quietly rebukes Anne)

(ANNE SINGS)You think you can so coolly push me away

There are ten other guys here with whom I can play.

(DEALER SINGS)The girl who is laid back

She has that look in her eye,Although she is no prize,

She really needs to get high.

Shaking and shuffling they come and goThe parade of druggies are such a bore

She says she is smart but what does she knowAren't loose women all the same?



A little smoke and she's in my bedA needle makes it better since sex is mostly in your head

Here I have the essence of happiness

First I will tie off your arm and pop up a vein

(ANNE SINGS)I am a virgin again

It was supposed to feel good then

(DEALER SINGS)Don't flinch as I tighten

No need to be frightened

I should have been a doctor or surgeonI don't feel any of your pain

(ANNE SINGS)Cover my eyes and turn away

The ocean roars on a beautiful beachSinking in the sand unafraid to breath

I am all beauty on the shore of a tropical seaSuch a wonderful thing is happening to me

For the first time in my life I am light and free.

BIG MAN (HUSBAND SINGS)

I know I am no competition for your addictionI won't spend a dollar for your dope

You can go out then as a whoreReturn with new secrets for the boudoir

You can no longer live here for freeYou must share your adventures with me

Of freaks and men who are odditiesYou will not find a man bigger than me.

Children who may not be mine but carry my nameTo keep my kids with me I will bare any shame



I have set my woman freeDo not call me a prick

It means an open the door for meAny time I want to wet my wick

The vice that feels so niceI am not one to condemn

I want to hear about all of themThe moose, the midget, the bi-couple too.

It is no price for me to pay, insteadI get the bonus of a free whore in my bed

Of course I live by rules and the moral code of oldBut when my pants are on the floor those rules go out the

doorAnd I don't tell my children that their mother is a whore.

Handling the truth today is so elusiveThe price I pay for a father-in-law who was abusive

What is right or wrong when you are led around by yourdong?

I take what is my measure of guiltMy fault for taking a wife so well built

She is the type men likeAnd I like to hear

What she does with other menDoes that make me queer?It's all a secret down below

I never know what will turn me on nextIs there a woman here who would lie about sex?

PLEASURES OF A CHILD (Anne sings)

Kind smile,Warm food,Clean bed,Nice place,

Being happy



A ray of sunshineOn a smiling little face.

Free from fear

And held tightFor his touch

At nightI loved my daddy so

I would never say "no"

I understoodWhen he said

He did not want them to be

Jealous of him and me

Today I step into this barI sense my daddy is not farI can smell him very near

In a dark room that stinks of beer.

Could it be so? Twenty years agoA voice still calling me

"Whose little girl is this?" asks a voice with a hissIt did not have to ask twicePulling me into the place

My youth and energy are restored"Come and sit with me, sit on your daddy's knee."

In my father's barWhere he made me a whore and I was his star.

THE FRONT (Husband's song)

When I tell you to say yes you say noIf I tell you to come then you go

I am the man don't you see?



And you must learn from me.Only then will we be a family

In our home we will live by a codeJust like my father and his father long ago.

Let's have seven kids you saidWell ten was the number in my headIf you can't obey me it's just as wellThen all of your plans can go to hell

I thought I knew what marriage meantBut month after month I feel nothing but regret

Years cut through me like a dull knife

For our families I put on a good frontBut there is nowhere left to run

I met you and soon threw away my life.

Divorce is a saving graceOne you don’t deserve

I don't know what the bible meantDivorce should be a sacrament.

MOTHER'S LAMENT (ANNE'S MOTHER)

I could not be party to goings on in my own homeI should have never left them alone

They were far too much alikeMy lazy handsome husband

Too shy to knock on pleasure's doorWith our most beautiful daughter who proved to be a whore.

Daddy's pride and joyI wish she had been a boy

Oh, that is even more a curseA boy would have been worse.

The little whore



She couldn't say NoShe stole my man awayWhen she was only three

And more of a woman than me.

With the charge Child Lover policemen watchedHe would never be able to follow us downI packed the kids and we went to America

Where the evil one would no longer be around

THE FRONT (ANNE SINGS)

Two young CatholicsIt seemed like an agreeable matchYet something rank was seeping in

Like water in the walls in an old house on a rainy dayFetid smell, a fungal odor, the stink of hypocrisy

Everything touching it became slimy as well

Living for years under the oppression of liesMother changed my name more than once,

Unable to scrub away the past,Again I was someone else

Mother put up the claim that I was a virgin,A good girl

"Good because I watched her night and day."An unwed mother with 6 children that was something for her

to sayMy husband claimed to be a country boy who did not smoke,

drink, or

get laid.He sputtered when he spoke like a wet candle that snapped

and sizzledonce it was lit.

Something was wrong with that picture.



THE SOMEONE I NEED (ANNE)

Who I could be with the someone I need

This life on Earth really messed me upStarting almost from birth and how I grew up

With someone I need it would be more than love

A thing that is trueWould save a life or two

Me and that someone whoWould start a brand new day

And wipe the past away

You see I am so dumbI got stuck with someone

Who made me feel how I once didBeaten down and lied to

Like when I was a kid

I paid the priceI’m paying it twice

He took me from my hovelWith a promise that his love will

Give me the life of a queenAnd because I was a woman I believed

That he would give me everything I need

Even when we were innocentHis love did no more than pay the rentEven when his kids came through me

I was only being what I was born to beHe was not the man for a woman like me

I need someone who will take a step that is boldNot repeat the mistakes of oldNot a standard Stepford wife

But born again into life



I will accept equalityIf I am also treated womanly

With the touch

And the words I need to hearA promise you will always be nearFor the little things I appreciate

Like a special day you let me sleep lateThen I will be the equal that you seek

The touch of my hand is not like yoursI don’t mind if you open doors

By showing me you are strong and I am weak

If you do I will be the woman you seekBy getting you to bend your ways

My strength will equal yours.

DON’T BE MY FRIEND (ED)

I’m not a snob when I say, I don’t need another friendA friend to break my heart in the end

I don’t need a woman friend.Happily divorce I am a born again bachelor

There is no woman who I have metWho did not have an agenda

It takes a woman to make a man swaggerUntil the angry husband appears to make him stagger

When she says, take me, I’m yours

That doesn’t mean take her for grantedI never met a woman who was a friend

Without it getting romantic

It takes a woman to say about someone else,It was only sex

When morning comes and you are the one



Who she no longer respects

You might as well say she thinks you’re gayWhen every other guy she knows is a lover

It’s one more way to make your marriage endBy telling your wife you have a new woman friend

It might be my superficialityThat I’d like her to see a man when she looks at me

And if it is a boyfriend she wants I will drive her crazyBy talking about fashion, crafts, coupons and babies

I don’t need a female friendI don’t want my woman troubles to start again

I am too much of a man to run awayOr tell her my girlfriend is on her way

Isn’t jealousy still accepted universally?

There must be somewhere else I can be

When I see one heading for meSingle’s so much easier on my sanity

I only have the normal things wrong with meI don’t want to be Mr. Popularity

For the source of all men’s problemsThy name is women

I DON’T WORRY (HUSBAND)

In business as with wives, one must capitalizeI need not go out for other loversThat saves me time and moneyShe brings every fantasy to meI don’t waste time with worry



In for one or in for a million, it’s all infidelityNo matter how far she roams

No one else will offer her a homeI will not go sourly

Counting her lovers hourlyAnd I do not seek new company

Being satisfied with fantasy.More savings

All for me

MY NAME IS JOHN

Last week I started to worry about youAnd some of the things you have to do

There’s no retirement or health plan in your workAnd some of your customers are famous jerks

Too needful for the normal worldTo do what they must to get a regular girlI tried to see the world through the eyes

Of one of those pathetic guys

One must approach her very softYou must blend with the background

Or she will run off You must be respectful and never rude

If you want to catch a prostitute

But once you’ve got a dirty whoreYou can do it til you’re bloody soar

You can even do it on your grandma’s floor

Do not worry about decorumIf you can afford three or four of ‘em

Get one when you are boredOr if you feel the pressure in your guard

Get one to practice for your dateOr so you will not commit a rape



Hire a whore if you need a thrillAnd they are also easy and fun to kill

(ANNE JOINS)

It is so sweet to hear your fear for meIt almost is like you have a touch of jealousy

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