Ms. Peacock’s second studio album, X-Dreams (1978), is perhaps the most difficult when it comes to finding the lyrics. Despite my efforts, most of my attempts have been in vain, as I believe none of the pressings included them. Here, I’ll share some transcriptions I made by ear, though they may not be entirely accurate. I plan to reach out to Ironic Records or Annette Peacock herself in another attempt to obtain the original texts.
As in I'm The One, she covers another Elvis Presley song: Don't Be Cruel.
I also received some help from an article in which another listener took the time to transcribe some of these lyrics.
Trying to classify or categorize this music would be unfair. The best one can do is experience it (here) without constraints.
My mama never taught me how to cook
that’s why I’m so skinny.
(...)
My mama never taught my how to cook,
but my brother, now my brother
he taught me how to eat.
Daddy never taught me to succeed (suck-seed)
that’s why I’m so crazy, crazy, crazy.
Daddy never taught me how to succeed
that's why I'm so (un)self-sufficient.
I'm not good at the wheeling,
not much better at the dealing.
But I'm a fantastic ride.
Yeah, my daddy never taught me to succeed,
but my brother, he taught me how to turn the other cheek.
Never had no one to believe in me
and that’s why I’m not so sentimental.
Never had no one to say:
"Yeah, you’re right, you’re beautiful and free,
it gets me high to see you fly and to fulfill yourself
and I’m behind you, I’m there
even though it’s not me that’s satisfying you
and I’m not afraid I’ll loose you to your own freedom"
That’s why I’ll never be tame.
I’m not rational and secure, don’t have that confident assure
but I’m cosmic in the touching.
Never had no one to believe in me
even though you know my brother he gave me a head... start.
Even though you know my brother he gave me a head start
And I’ve had man saying:
“Hey, baby. Your love’s the greatest show on earth
and hey, baby, I’m your man with the perfect plan
and I’ll give you everything your heart desires,
I want you and I’ll give you everything you dream,
everything you need just let me get close to you, I want you.
Hey, baby, I wanna suck your honey
I wanna cop your conception,
take your energy, absorb your vibe and preach your philosophy.
I wanna become you, I want you and I want you to die so I can be you
and hey, come over here and give your sweet vampire some blood.
And I’m your man, come over here and pay your landlord some dues.
And hey, baby, that’s what I call love and that’s what I call a relationship.
Now do you wanna get it on?”
And I say:
“Hey, man. My destiny is not to serve.
I’m a woman. My destiny is to create.
***
REAL & DEFINED ANDROGENS
He makes the scene . . . Vaseline
Sometimes conscious and packaged androgen.
Perhaps he finds a kind of purity,
preferring not to wait, her petals flowering too hot.
Refusing her garden, betraying his home.
And oiling his machine he works it... hard... (?)
Rides himself to foam...
A magazine in the other hand betrays the airbrushed dream of perfection,
a connection which demands that the soul of femininity
supplant itself into the shell, which offers itself to the fantasy,
but man betrays himself with the seductiveness of media
and to live within a distortion becomes a thrill
and a responsibility to reality's too real to be a turn on or burn on
And oiling his machine he works it... hard... (?)
Rides himself to foam...
Impervious, he ponders his seed of no destiny
(...) erotically.
And he cannot see past the tip of he's own need
this creature's proclivity exist (...) to the steed.
But one cannot conclude the behavior of Sisyphus
its greed (...)
He half-dreams her, reams her taut, rotten body
caught at the wrists, helpless, unresisting.
The twisting thrusts to the rhythmic beats like the
sound of a whip drowning in the waves of sensation.
Abandoning himself to the abstract contact
takes him closer to his senses, further from defenses
to the absolute surrender he craves.
We are all slaves to a ceaseless release we reach
but will never possess.
***
DEAR BELA
You say you really love me, baby.
Is it a lie?
Is it love that makes you hurt me or
make me cry?
Is it love
you feel at all?
Or is it the fear
that makes you so mean to me baby?
Or is it the hate
that gets you off?
Well, they say you play romantic, babe
well, I know where you got that style.
You sucked upon my madness
Now all the pictures smile (?)
Is it love
you feel at all?
Or is it the fear
that makes you so mean to me baby?
Or is it the hate
that gets you off?
Is it love
a great excuse?
The vampire thinks
"Go find yourself some juice" (?)
(...)
***
THIS FEEL WITHIN
It's you who inspire the stream I send
You who require my love on land.
Then if I were a princess from some distant forest
would you cherish me?
And if things were different, could I imprint
on you as the one you love?
It's you out communing with the dreams
while I sit at home and at my knees (?)
Then if I were much smarter, would I (?)
with my feelings to be still?
Is the distance harder than this closeness,
closing in on me?
Until I'm lost in the love that can't begin
to show or to hold this feel within.
So I thought that...
I might fuse the beauty that I see in you,
the melody in that . . .
It’d tell you better than I could
how much you mean to me.
Since you play the song,
true from the heart,
tell me what I really feel
I fall apart when he’s for real.
***
TOO MUCH IN THE SKIES
Too much in the skies, too much in the skies.
My love has the eyes of a dreamer,
too much in the skies he's creating.
I cannot be sure if he's dreaming
in truth, not as real as he's seeming.
a fortune in style he's imagined.
He speaks of our love as a legend,
a gift that the Gods have intended.
I'm loosing control and I know it.
One change might undo or estrange him.
His promise is all he can promise.
One kiss and I fall into more bliss...
Oh, my love has the touch of an angel
and much more above than he's seeming.
And all I need do is to love him
Well, you know I can be found
sitting home all alone.
If you can't come around
At least please telephone.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
I don't want no other love
'Cause baby it's just you I'm thinking of, mmh
Baby, if I made you mad
for something I might have said
c'mon now, please, let's forget my past,
the future looks bright ahead.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
'Cause baby it's just you I'm thinking of.
Don't stop thinking of me,
don't make me feel this way.
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
'Cause baby it's just you I'm thinking of.
Don't stop...
I don't want no other love
'Cause baby it's just you I'm thinking of.
Baby, don't stop!
***
QUESTIONS
If I could love you more than I do,
what could I give you to make me true?
If you believed me, what would you say?
How would you leave me, what would I be?
Solitary nights of wondering one day (?)
make me dream. Perhaps I'll try to trust the dream.
You were all I thought I ever wanted
I dreamed of you and you exist.
Caught between the future yet to be,
and the silent past to which our bond's still holding me. (?)
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