100 Dollars an Hour

Music and Lyrics by Richard O'Brien

Druidcrest Music, 1999

The low autumn sun of the late afternoon
Brings sweet heaven's fire and desire to the room
You hold me so gently, our hearts entertwine
And for One Hundred Dollars an Hour, or part thereof
You're mine.

Still running from life and hiding from death
I lay here beside you, your touch stays my breath.
If this is illicit, we're partners in crime
And for One Hundred Dollars an Hour, or part thereof
You're mine.

You're every woman, you're every girl that I've ever known.
The moon, the earth, the waters. Eve's eternal daughters
My cornerstone.
I bring my hunger to your shrine
And for One Hundred Dollars an Hour, or part thereof,
You're mine.

So cool this fool's fire that rages within
And we'll both disengage from the wages of sin
Sweet Goddess of healing, the artistry's thine,
And for One Hundred Dollars an Hour,
One Hundred Dollars an Hour
and for One Hundred Dollars an Hour, or part thereof
You're mine.

About the Song: One Hundred Dollars an Hour is one of the five songs on Absolute that did NOT appear in Disgracefully Yours. It was instead written in Australia while Richard was filming Dark City. Though the song is about a prostitute, and though Richard did indeed write the song in a hotel, he has stated the song "is not autobiographical, if you're wondering" Appearances: Absolute O'Brien (1999) Approximate date of creation: 1998