[Philippa presses play. She stands for a long time before starting. If possible we fade it up on the second verse, rather than having the complete build up.]
-All woman is mad
hysterical
All together
en masse
sing it now
break down
go on, break down
in sobs and tears
Why don’t we break it down?
Can we put it back different?
All functions of gender, race, class and sexual preference
Can we live in different cardboard houses?
Please sir
I have these unmanageable emotional excesses
and I don’t understand or know how to help myself
Maybe you can show me the light
Help me exercise some self control
I can’t remember what it was like without you
I don’t know what I can do with all this in my past
I don’t know how to come back
Please fix me
I know I need fixed
Maybe I need a new language so that
Don’t touch me
Please don’t
It’s all coming… up
[Philippa begins to vomit. She takes a moment. She can’t contain this one. It comes out as the song. It’s fucking weird, but the audience tries their best to get on board.]
-“There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby! Baby!”
[Philippa really starts to take the piss now and tries to get the audience to join in. The words are probably projected somewhere so that even those that don’t know the song have no excuse.]
“When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now…”
TBC
PHILIPPA MANNION 