GhostGirl

QUOTE (Earthshine @ Aug 24 2004, 03:50 PM) Pull my finger? Hardy har har... NO!!!!

Cool, ya old fart, you! Nice work.

QUOTE (rushfreak @ Aug 24 2004, 02:44 PM) X-1 Book 2 Hemispheres 'Apollo was astonished Dionysus thought me mad' HA! Good one, but that's not it.

HA! No, not either one, BSG...

By popular demand (actually, just 'cause I WANT to) here is a thread dedicated to the beloved and sometimes challenging RUSH PICTURE GAME. I will start things off...what song does this picture represent? http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/RushBabe/NYC/c99dfd4d.jpg

The Seeker, with Mr. Soul coming up second.

Summertime Blues (3:43) ( Eddie Cochran, Blue Cheer, The Who) Heart Full of Soul (2:52) (The Yardbirds) For What It's Worth (3:30) (Buffalo Springfield) The Seeker (3:27) (The Who) Mr. Soul (3:51) (Buffalo Springfield) Seven And Seven Is (2:53) (Love) Shapes Of Things (3:16) (The Yardbirds, The Jeff Beck Group) Crossroads (3:27) (Robert Johnson, Cream) Summertime Blues Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss, Yes I'm a gonna raise a holler About working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well I went to the boss man And tried to get a break... ("He said, "No, dice, bud You gotta work late") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and poppa told me "Son you gotta earn some money, If you want to use the car To go ridin' next Sunday." Well I wouldn't go to work Told the boss I was sick... (They said, "Now you can't use the car Cause you didn't work a lick") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues I'm gonna take two weeks I'm gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problems To the United Nations Well I went to my congressman And he said, quote... ("I'd love to help you, son But you're too young to vote") Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heart Full Of Soul Sick at heart and lonely, Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only- Where is she tell me where And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her that I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For What It's Worth There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, now, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Seeker I looked under chairs I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked the Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand Focusin' on nowhere, investigatin' miles I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah but look at my face, ain't this a smile I'm happy when life's good, and when it's bad I cry I got values but I don't know how or why I'm lookin' for me You're lookin' for you We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Soul Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said "you're strange, but don't change," and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster? Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seven and Seven Is When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a can Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way Trapped inside a night but I'm a day And I go "Oop-ip-ip, oop-ip-ip, yeah." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shapes Of Things Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier. Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green. But will they still be seen? When time and tide have been. Fall into your passing hands. Please don't destroy these lands. Don't make them desert sands. Soon I hope that I will find, Thoughts deep within my mind. That won't disgrace my kind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crossroads I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress

One Little Victory (5:08) Ceiling Unlimited (5:28) Ghost Rider (5:41) Peaceable Kingdom (5:23) The Stars Look Down (4:28) How It Is (4:05) Vapor Trail (4:57) Secret Touch (6:34) Earthshine (5:38) Sweet Miracle (3:40) Nocturne (4:49) Freeze (Part IV of "Fear") (6:21) Out Of The Cradle (5:03) One Little Victory A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To the forces of light and heat A shot of satisfaction In a willingness to risk defeat Celebrate the moment As it turns into one more Another chance at victory Another chance to score The measure of the moment Is a difference of degree Just one little victory A spirit breaking free One little victory The greatest act can be One little victory A certain measure of righteousness A certain amount of force A certain degree of determination Daring on a different course A certain amount of resistance To the forces of the light and love A certain measure of tolerance A willingness to rise above -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ceiling Unlimited It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through the looking glass The slackjaw gaze Of true profanity Feels more like surrender than defeat If culture is the curse of the thinking class If culture is the curse of the thinking class ceiling unlimited world so wide turn and turn again feeling unlimited still unsatisfied changes never end The vacant laugh Of true insanity Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case - Or at least my vanity Dressed up in the mask of Comedy If laughter is a straw for a drowning man If laughter is a straw for a drowning man ceiling unlimited windows open wide look and look again feeling unlimited eyes on the prize changes never end winding like an ancient river the time is now again hope is like an endless river the time is now again -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ghost Rider Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding north and west Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those phantoms Through bitter wind and stormy skies From the desert to the mountain From the lowest low to the highest high Like a ghost rider Keep on riding North and West Then circle South and East Show me beauty, but there is no peace For the ghost rider Shadows on the road behind Shadows on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now There's a shadow on the road behind There's a shadow on the road ahead Nothing can stop you now Sunrise in the mirror Lightens that invisible load Riding on a nameless quest Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Just an escape artist Racing against the night A wandering hermit Racing toward the light From the White Sands To the Canyonlands To the redwood stands To the Barren Lands Sunrise on the road behind Sunset on the road ahead There's nothing to stop you now Nothing can stop you now -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peaceable Kingdom A wave toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our Rational View A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a billion other choices are making their demands Talk of a Peaceable Kingdom Talk of a time without fear The ones we wish would listen Are never going to hear Justice against The Hanged Man Knight of Wands against the hour Swords against the kingdom Time against The Tower All this time we're shuffling and laying out all our cards While a billion other dealers are slipping past our guards All this time we're hoping and praying we all might learn While a billion other teachers are teaching them how to burn Dream of a Peaceable Kingdom Dream of a time without war The ones we wish would hear us Have heard it all before A wave toward the clearing sky A wave toward the clearing sky The Hermit against The Lovers Or the Devil against the Fool Swords against the kingdom The Wheel against the rules All this time we're burning like bonfires in the dark A billion other blazes are shooting off their sparks Every spark a drifting ember of desire To fall upon the earth and spark another fire A homeward angel on the fly A wave toward the clearing sky -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stars Look Down Like the fly on the wheel, who says "What a lot of dust we're raising" Are you under the illusion That you're part of this scheme? Seems like a lifetime ago You could look with pride On your world of dreams What is the meaning of this? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said And the stars look down Like the rat in a maze who says, "Watch me choose my own direction" Are you under the illusion The path is winding your way? Are you surprised by confusion When it leads you astray? Have you lived a lifetime today - Or do you feel like you just got carried away? What is the meaning of this? And the stars look down What are you trying to do? And the stars look down Was it something I said? And the stars look down Something you'd like me to do? And the stars look down The stars look down -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How It Is Here's a little trap That sometimes catches everyone When today's as far as we can see Faith in bright tomorrows giving way to resignation That's how it is - how it's going to be It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun Or feel the day has possibilities Frozen in the moment - the lack of imagination Between how it is and how it ought to be Here's a little trap That sometimes trips up everyone When we tire of our own company Sometimes we're the last to see beyond the day's frustrations That's how it is - how it's going to be It's such a cloudy day Seems we'll never see the sun I feel the day is all uncertainty Burning in the moment - trapped by the desperation Between how it is and how it ought to be Foot upon the stair Shoulder to the wheel You can't tell yourself not to care You can't tell yourself how to feel That's how it is Another cloudy day -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vapor Trail Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held in narrow paths of white The sun is turning black The world is turning gray All the stars fade from the night The oceans drain away Horizon to Horizon memory written on the wind Fading away, like an hourglass, grain by grain Swept away like voices in a hurricane In a vapor trail Atmospheric phases make the transitory last Vaporize the memories that freeze the fading past Silence all the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Washed away like footprints in the rain In a vapor trail -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Touch The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the moon Out of touch With life in the land of the loving With the living night And the darkness at high noon You can never break the chain There is never love without pain A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart Out of sync With the rhythm of my own reactions With the things that last And the things that come apart Out of sync With love in the land of the living A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart There is never love without pain Life is a power that remains -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Earthshine On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent Its circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine A beacon in the night I can raise my eyes to Earthshine Earthshine A jewel out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine Floating high In the evening sky I see my faint reflection Pale facsimile Like what others see When they look in my direction Earthshine Stretching out your hand Full of starlit diamonds Earthshine Reflected light To another's sight And the moon tells a lover's story My borrowed face And my third-hand grace Only reflect your glory You're still out of reach Form a dream to rise to Earthshine -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweet Miracle I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all Oh - sweet miracle Oh - sweet miracle Of life I wasn't walking with angels I was talking to myself Rising up to the surface Raging against the night Starless night Oh - sweet miracle Love's sweet miracle Of life Oh salvation Oh salvation I wasn't praying for magic I was hiding in plain sight Rising up from the surface To fly into the light -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nocturne Did I have a dream? Or did the dream have me? Set off on a night-sea journey Without memory or desire Drifting through lost latitudes With no compass and no chart Flying through hallucination Distant voices, signals fire Lighting up my unconscious And the secret places of the heart Dream - Temporary madness Dream - A voice in the wilderness Dream - Unconscious revelations The morning says, the answer is yes Floating through a darkened mirror Deep reflections in disguise Soaring through lost altitudes Without wonder, without fear Symbols on a field of visions Behind the curtain of sleeping eyes On the instant of waking Another world of dreams appears Dream - A walk in the wilderness Dream - Unconscious recreation The morning says, the answer is yes -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freeze (part iv of "fear") The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half-light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat Sometimes I freeze - until the light comes Sometimes I fly - into the night Sometimes I fight - against the darkness Sometimes I'm wrong - sometimes I'm right Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero The menace threatens, closing And I'm frozen in the shadows I'm not prepared to run away And I'm not prepared to fight I can't stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright Sometimes we freeze - until the light comes Sometimes we're wrong - and sometimes we're right Sometimes we fight - against the darkness Sometimes we fly - into the night Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of the Cradle It's not a place It's a yearning It's not a race It's a journey It's not an act It's attraction It's not a style It's an action It's a dream for the waking It's a flower touched by flame It's a gift for the giving It's a power with a hundred names Surge of energy, spark of inspiration The breath of love is electricity Maybe Time is bird in flight Endlessly mocking Here we come out of the cradle Endlessly rocking Endlessly rocking It's a hand That rocks the cradle It's a motion That swings the sky It's method on the edge of madness It's a balance on the edge of a knife It's a smile on the edge of sadness It's a dance on the edge of life Endlessly r o c k i n g

Test For Echo (5:56) Driven (4:27) Half The World (3:43) The Color Of Right (4:49) Time And Motion (5:01) Totem (4:58) Dog Years (4:55) Virtuality (5:44) Resist (4:24) Limbo (5:29) (instrumental) Carve Away The Stone (4:05) Test For Echo Here we go - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial - We're in denial Until the showcase trial on TV Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news Miles of yellow tape - silhouetted chalklines Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity Don't change that station It's Gangster Nation Now crime's in syndication on TV What a show - vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Touch and go - in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of drama live on satellite Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets Clutching at the straws of respectability Can't do the time? Don't do the crime And wind up in the perp walk on TV -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Driven Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out back alleys Driven to another den of thieves BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE Driven in - Driven to the edge Driven out - On the thin end of the wedge Driven off - By things I've never seen Driven on - By the road to somewhere I've never been IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE The road unwinds towards me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Half The World Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway Half the world lives Half the world makes Half the world gives While the other half takes Half the world is Half the world was Half the world thinks While the other half does Half the world talks With half a mind on what they say Half the world walks With half a mind to run away Half the world lies Half the world learns Half the world flies As half the world turns Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half Half of us divided Like a torn-up photograph Half of us are trying To reach the other half Half the world cares While half the world is wasting the day Half the world shares While half the world is stealing away -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Color Of Right I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on me now - I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good It's a hopeless situation Lie awake for half the night You're not sure what's going on here But you're sure it isn't right Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is true A quality of justice A quantity of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time And Motion Time and motion Wind and sun and rain Days connect like boxcars in a train Fill them up with precious cargo Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous elation And the long-enduring kind Time and motion Flesh and blood and fire Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire Spin a thread of precious contact Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous relations And the long-enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes with the loon Time and motion Live and love and dream Eyes connect like interstellar beams Superman in Supernature Needs all the comfort he can find Spontaneous emotion And the long enduring kind -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Totem I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile The Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla A miracle once in a while I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul Vishnu and Gaia - Aztec and Maya Dance around my totem pole I believe in what I see I believe in what I hear I believe that what I'm feeling Changes how the world appears Angels and demons dancing in my head Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed Media messiahs preying on my fears Pop culture prophets playing in my ears I've got celestial mechanics To synchronize my stars Seasonal migrations - daily variations World of the unlikely and bizarre I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows Thoughts to keep well-hidden - Sacred and forbidden Free to browse among the holy cows That's why I believe Angels and demons inside of me Saviors and Satans all around me Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dog Years In a dog's life A year is really more like seven And all too soon a canine Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'round the sun We get it backwards And our seven years go by like one Dog years - It's the season of the itch Dog years - With every scratch it reappears In the dog days People look to Sirius Dogs cry for the moon But those connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play Dog years - It's the season of the itch Dog years - With every scratch it reappears Dog years - For every sad son of a bitch Dog years - With his tail between his ears I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos Or a span of geological time Than be living in these dog years In a dog's brain A constant buzz of low-level static One sniff at the hydrant And the answer is automatic It seems to me As well make our own few circles 'round the block We've lost our senses For the higher-level static of talk -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Virtuality Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land I can see the footprints in the virtual sand Net boy, net girl Send your signal 'round the world Let your fingers walk and talk And set you free Net boy, net girl Send your impulse 'round the world Put your message in a modem And throw it in the Cyber Sea Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race I can save the universe in a grain of sand I can hold the future in my virtual hand Let's dance tonight To a virtual song Press this key And you can play along Let's fly tonight On our virtual wings Press this key To see amazing things Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips I can feel the voltage from her fingertips Net boy, net girl Send your heartbeat round the world -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Resist I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don't know You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Pray without surrender You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Limbo Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carve Away The Stone You can roll that stone To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain Behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain Behind you Chip away the stone (Sisyphus) Chip away the stone Make the burden lighter If you must roll that rock alone You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You will still find the past right Behind you Try to deny The weight of the load Try to put the sins of the past night Behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyhpus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You call roll the stone To the top of the hill You can carry that weight With an iron will You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You can try to deny The weight of the load Roll away the stone (Sisyhpus) Roll away the stone If you could just move yours I could get working on my own

Animate (6:03) Stick It Out (4:30) Cut To The Chase (4:48) Nobody's Hero (4:54) Between Sun And Moon (4:37) Alien Shore (5:45) Speed Of Love (5:02) Double Agent (4:51) Leave That Thing Alone (4:05) (instrumental) Cold Fire (4:26) Everyday Glory (5:11) Animate POLARIZE ME SENSITIZE ME CRITICIZE ME CIVILIZE ME COMPENSATE ME ANIMATE ME COMPLICATE ME ELEVATE ME Goddess in my garden Sister in my soul Angel in my armor Actress in my role Daughter of a demon-lover Empress of the hidden face Priestess of the pagan mother Ancient queen of inner space Spirit in my psyche Double in my role Alter in my image Struggle for control Mistress of the dark unconscious Mermaid of the lunar sea Daughter of the great enchantress Sister to the boy inside of me My counterpart - my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part A warming trend - a gentle friend A man must build a fortress to defend A secret face - a touch of grace A man must learn to give a little space A peaceful state - a submissive trait A man must learn to gently dominate -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stick It Out Trust to your instincts If it's safely restrained Lightning reactions Must be carefully trained Heat of the moment Curse of the young Spit out your anger Don't swallow your tongue STICK IT OUT Don't swallow the poison SPIT IT OUT Don't swallow your pride STICK IT OUT Don't swallow your anger SPIT IT OUT Don't swallow the lies Natural reflex Pendulum swing You might be too dizzy To do the right thing Trial under fire Ultimate proof Moment of crisis Don't swallow the truth STICK IT OUT Each time we bathe our reactions In artificial light Each time we alter the focus To make the wrong moves seem right You get so used to deception You make yourself a nervous wreck You get so used to surrender Running back to cover your neck STICK IT OUT -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cut To The Chase It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on magnetic north Growing farther away all the time Can't stop - moving Can't stop - moving Can't stop YOU MAY BE RIGHT IT'S ALL A WASTE OF TIME I GUESS THAT'S JUST A CHANCE I'M PREPARED TO TAKE A DANGER I'M PREPARED TO FACE CUT TO THE CHASE It is the rocket that ignites itself And launches its way to the stars A driver on a busy freeway Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western world Spinning off to every extreme Pure as a lover's desire Evil as a murderer's dream Young enough not to care too much About the way things used to be I'm young enough to remember the future - The past has no claim on me I'm old enough not to care too much About what you think of me But I'm young enough to remember the future And the way things ought to be WHAT KIND OF DIFFERENCE CAN ONE PERSON MAKE? CUT TO THE CHASE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nobody's Hero I knew he was different, in his sexuality I went to his parties, as a straight minority It never seemed a threat to my masculinity He only introduced me to a wider reality As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that he was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But he's nobody's - Hero - saves a drowning child Cures a wasting disease Hero - lands the crippled airplane Solves great mysteries Hero - not the handsome actor Who plays a hero's role Hero - not the glamor girl Who'd love to sell her soul If anybody's buying NOBODY'S HERO I didn't know the girl, but I knew her family All their lives were shattered in a nightmare of brutality They try to carry on, try to bear the agony Try to hold some faith in the goodness of humanity As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that she was gone I felt a shadow cross my heart But she's nobody's - Hero - the voice of reason Against the howling mob Hero - the pride of purpose In the unrewarding job Hero - not the champion player Who plays the perfect game Not the glamor boy Who loves to sell his name Everybody's buying NOBODY'S HERO As the years went by, we drifted apart When I heard that you were gone I felt a shadow cross my heart Hero -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Between Sun And Moon There is a lake between sun and moon Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun There is a fine line between love and illusion - A fine place to penetrate The gap between actor and act The lens between wishes and fact This is a fine place To hesitate Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky The time between wonder and why Some need to pray to the sun at high noon Some need to howl at the midwinter moon Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace We just need a break - From the headlong race ahh yes to yes to ahh ahh to yes why the sun why the sun This is a fine place, shining face to face These bonfire lights in the mirrored sky The space between wonder and why -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alien Shore You and I, we are strangers by one chromosome Slave to the hormone, body and soul In a struggle to be happy and free Swimming in a primitive sea You and I, we must dive below the surface A world of red neon, and ultramarine Shining bridges on the ocean floor Reaching to the alien shore For you and me - Sex is not a competition For you and me - Sex is not a job description For you and me - We agree You and I, we are pressed into these solitudes Color and culture, language and race Just variations on a theme Islands in a much larger stream For you and me - Race is not a competition For you and me - Race is not a definition For you and me - We agree Reaching for the alien shore You and I, we reject these narrow attitudes We add to each other, like a coral reef Building bridges on the ocean floor Reaching for the alien shore For you and me - We hold these truths to be self-evident For you and me - We'd elect each other president For you and me - We might agree But that's just us Reaching for the alien shore -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Speed of Love Love is born with lightning bolts Electro-magnetic force Burning skin and fireworks A storm on a raging course Like a force of nature, Love can fade with the stars at dawn Sometimes it takes all your strength Just to keep holding on At the speed of love A radiance that travels At the speed of love My heart goes out to you. Love is born with solar flares From two magnetic poles It moves towards a higher plane Where two halves make two wholes Like a force of nature, Love shines in many forms One night we are bathed in light One day carried away in the storms At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love My heart goes out to you We don't have to talk We don't even have to touch I can feel your presence In the silence that we share Got to keep moving At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love Got to keep on shining At the speed of love Nothing changes faster Than the speed of love My heart goes out to you -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Double Agent Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness Bound up and wound up so tight So many decisions, a million revisions Caught between darkness and light... Wilderness of mirrors World of polished steel Gears and iron chains Turn the grinding wheel I run between the shadows Some are phantoms, some are real Where would you rather be? Anywhere but here When will the time be right? Anytime but now The doubt and the fear I know would all disappear Anywhere but here On the edge of sleep, I heard voices behind the door The known and the nameless, familiar and faceless My angels and my demons at war Which one will lose - depends on what I choose Or maybe which voice I ignore... Wilderness of mirrors Streets of cold desire My precious sense of honor Just a shield of rusty wire I hold against the chaos - And the cross of holy fire Wilderness of mirrors So easy to deceive My precious sense of rightness Is sometimes so naive So that which I imagine Is that which I believe On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness I knew which direction was right The case had been tried by the jury inside The choice between darkness and light... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cold Fire It was long after midnight When we got to unconditional love She said sure, my heart is boundless But don't push my limits too far I said if love was so transcendant I don't understand these boundaries She said just don't disappoint me - You know how complex women are I'll be around If you don't let me down Too far It was just before sunrise When we started on traditional roles She said sure I'll be your partner But don't make too many demands I said if love has these conditions I don't understand those songs you love She said this is not a love song This isn't fantasy-land I'll be around If you don't push me down Too far DON'T GO TOO FAR - The phosphorescent wave on a tropical sea Is a cold fire DON'T CROSS THE LINE - The pattern of moonlight on the bedroom floor Is a cold fire DON'T LET ME DOWN - The flame at the heart of a pawnbroker's diamond Is a cold fire DON'T BREAK THE SPELL - The look in your eyes as you head for the door Is a cold fire Love is blind if you are gentle Love can turn to a long, cold burn -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everyday Glory In the house where nobody laughs And nobody sleeps In the house where love lies dying And the shadows creep A little girl hides, shaking, With her hands on her ears Pushing back the tears, 'til the pain disappears Mama says some ugly words Daddy pounds the wall They can fight about their little girl later Right now they don't care at all No matter what they say... No matter what they say... EVERYDAY PEOPLE EVERYDAY SHAME EVERYDAY PROMISE SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES EVERYDAY SUNRISE ANOTHER EVERYDAY STORY RISE FROM THE ASHES - A BLAZE OF EVERYDAY GLORY In the city where nobody smiles And nobody dreams In the city where desperation Drives the bored to extremes Just one spark of decency Against a starless night One glow of hope and dignity A child can follow the light No matter what they say No matter what they say... If the future's looking dark We're the ones who have to shine If there's no one in control We're the ones who draw the line Though we live in trying times - We're the ones who have to try Though we know that time has wings - We're the ones who have to fly

Dreamline (4.38) Bravado (4:56) Roll The Bones (5:30) Face Up (3:54) Where's My Thing? (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy) (3:49) (instrumental) The Big Wheel (5:15) Heresy (5:26) Ghost Of A Chance (5:19) Neurotica (4:40) You Bet Your Life (5:00) Dreamline He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday - that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WHEN WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL - FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bravado If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won - Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride - Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain If love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roll The Bones Well, you can stake that claim - Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice - Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come into the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones... Jack - relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a parallax - you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action - reaction - Random interaction. So who's afraid Of a little abstraction? Can't get no satisfaction From the facts? You better run, homeboy - A fact's a fact From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot - take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got - What you're holding. If the cards are cold, Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones - The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Face Up You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty - You know how that feels I'm on a roll now - Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP - Or you can only back down FACE UP - Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP - There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP - Turn it up - Or turn that wild card down Turn it up Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now - Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Big Wheel Well, I was only a kid - didn't know enough to be afraid Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played Nothing to lose - maybe I had something to trade The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made Take no chances on paradise delayed So I do a slow fade PLAYING FOR TIME Don't want to wait for heaven LOOKING FOR LOVE For an angel to forgive my sins PLAYING WITH FIRE Chasing something new to believe in LOOKING FOR LOVE The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance Going for broke, going for another chance Hoping for heaven - hoping for a fine romance If I do the right dance Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith Taking your chances you'll have the right answers When the final judgment begins Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate Life redirected in ways unexpected Sometimes the odd number wins The way the big wheel spins -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heresy All around that dull gray world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years - Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ghost of a Chance Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE AND MAKE IT LAST Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth So many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Neurotica You just don't get it What it is ... well, you're not really sure You move like you're walking on this ice Talking like you're still insecure Time is a spiral - Space is a curve I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve Life is a diamond you turn into dust Waiting for rescue, and I know you just Don't get it You just don't get it Neurotica - Exotica It's just Erotica - Hypnotica It's just Psychotica - Chaotica It's just Exotica - Neurotica You just don't get it Baby, don't you ask yourself why? If you don't like the answer - forget it You know I hate to see you cry Fortune is random - Fate shoots from the hip I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip Life is a diamond you turn into dust Looking for trust, and I know that you just Don't get it You just don't get it SNAP! Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you SNAP! Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you SNAP! The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you SNAP! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You Bet Your Life Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day - in the life of a loaded gun THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day - in the path of a speeding train THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk - at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN - You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN - The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE

Show Don't Tell (5:01) Chain Lightning (4:33) The Pass (4:51) War Paint (5:24) Scars (4:07) Presto (5:45) Superconductor (4:47) Anagram (for Mongo) (4:00) Red Tide (4:29) Hand Over Fist (4:11) Available Light (5:03) Show Don't Tell how many times do you hear it? it goes on all day long everyone knows everything and no one's ever wrong until later who can you believe? it's hard to play it safe but apart from a few good friends we don't take anything on faith until later Show Don't Tell SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME You've figured out the score SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I've heard it all before SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME you can twist perceptions reality won't budge you can raise objections I will be the judge and the jury I'll give it due reflection watching from the fence give the jury direction based on the evidence I, the jury SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Enough of your demands SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Witness take the stand SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Hey - order in the court SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's try to keep it short SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME I don't care what you say SHOW ME DON'T TELL ME Let's see exhibit A -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chain Lightning energy is contagious enthusiasm spreads tides respond to lunar gravitation everything turns in synchronous relation laughter is infectious excitement goes to my head winds are stirred by planets in rotation sparks ignite and spread new information respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate sun dogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright hope is epidemic optimism spreads bitterness breeds irritation ignorance breeds imitation sun dogs fire on the horizon meteor rain stars across the night this moment may be brief but it can be so bright reflected in another source of light when the moment dies the spark still flies reflected in another pair of eyes dreams are sometimes catching desire goes to my head love responds to your invitation love responds to imagination respond, vibrate, feed back, resonate -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Pass proud swagger out of the schoolyard waiting for the world's applause rebel without a conscience martyr without a cause static on your frequency electrical storm in your veins raging at unreachable glory straining at invisible chains and now you're trembling on a rocky ledge staring down into a heartless sea can't face life on a razor's edge nothing's what you thought it would be All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers turn to look at the cars turn around and turn around and turn around Turn around and walk the razor's edge Don't turn your back And slam the door on me it's not as if this barricade blocks the only road it's not as if you're all alone in wanting to explode someone set a bad example made surrender seem all right the act of a noble warrior who lost the will to fight and now you're trembling on a rocky ledge staring down into a heartless sea done with life on a razor's edge nothing's what you thought it would be no hero in your tragedy no daring in your escape no salutes for your surrender nothing noble in your fate Christ, what have you done? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- War Paint girl before the mirror appraises her disguise child become a mother tries to fix her eyes no more of his excuses it has to be today she can keep her fantasy if she can get away paint her name on a one-way street painted cheeks with angry heat wounded pride on painted eyes paint the night with battlecries all puffed up with vanity we see what we want to see to the beautiful and the wise the mirror always lies boy before the mirror checks his camoflauge polishes his armor and the charger in the garage no more lame excuses it has to be tonight he can take the princess if he can take the fight pound the drums with martial beat pound the streets with marching feet wounded pride, distorted eyes paint the night with battlecries all puffed up with vanity we see what we want to see to the powerful and the wise the mirror always lies boys and girls together mistake conceit for pride - ambition for illusion - dreams for self-delusion girls and boys together see what it is we lack boys and girls together let's paint the mirror black paint it black -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scars I've stood upon my mountaintop and shouted at the sky walked above the pavement with my sense amplified - I get this feeling all my nerves are naked wires tender to the touch sometimes super-sensitive but who can care too much? - I get this feeling scars of pleasure scars of pain atmospheric changes make them sensitive again each emotional injury leaves behind its mark sometimes they come tumbling out like shadows in the dark - I get this feeling when I think about all I have seen and all I'll never see when I think about the people who have opened up to me - I get this feeling snow falls deep around my house and holds the winter light I've heard the lions hunting in the Serengeti night - I get this feeling forests turned to factories and river, sea, and sky hungry child in the desert and the flies that cloud her eyes - I get this feeling Pleasure leaves a fingerprint As surely as mortal pain In memories they resonate And echo back again -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Presto if I could wave my magic wand... I am made from the dust of the stars and the oceans flow in my veins here I hide in the heart of the city like a stranger coming out of the rain the evening plane rises up from the runway over constellations of light I look down into a million houses and wonder what you're doing tonight if I could wave my magic wand I'd make everything all right I'm not one to believe in magic But I sometimes have a second-sight I'm not one with a sense of proportion When my heart still changes overnight I had a dream of a winter garden a midnight rendezvous silver, blue, and frozen silence what a fool I was for you I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea so deep I could never touch bottom what a fool I used to be if I could wave my magic wand I'd set everybody free I'm not one to believe in magic Though my memory has a second-sight I'm not one to go pointing my finger When I radiate more heat than light don't ask me I'm just improvising my illusion of careless flight can't you see my temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light don't ask me I'm just sympathizing my illusions a harmless flight can't you see my temperature's rising I radiate more heat than light -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Superconductor packaged like a rebel or a hero target mass appeal to make an audience feel he really means it package the illusion of persona careful to conceal the fact that she's only too real she's got to screen it hit you in a soft place a melody so sweet a strong and simple beat that you can dance to Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Orchestrate illusions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch his every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Hoping you'll believe Designing to deceive That's entertainment he can put a target on the market bask in your applause reality withdraws now he believes it the role becomes the actor she's addicted to applause the stage a world because she never leaves it hit you in a soft place with sentimental ease they know the fantasies that you romance to Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR She can manipulate reactions SUPERCONDUCTOR Watch her every move SUPERCONDUCTOR Pin the donkeys on her tail Fantasy for sale That's entertainment... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anagram (For Mongo) there's a snake coming out of the darkness parade from paradise end the need for eden chase the dreams of merchandise there is tic and toc in atomic leaders make a deal the cosmic is largely comic a con they couldn't conceal There is no safe seat at the feast Take your best stab at the beast The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin raise the art to resistance danger dare to be grand pride reduced to humble pie diamonds down to sand take heart from earth and weather the brightness of new birth take heart from the harvest shave the harvest from the earth Reasoning is partly insane Image just an eyeless game The night is turning thin The saint is turning to sin miracles will have their claimers more will bow to Rome he and she are in the house but there's only me at home Rose is a rose of splendor posed to respond in the end lonely things like nights, I find, end finer with a friend I hear in the rate of her heart A tear in the heat of the art The night turns thin The saint turns to sin -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Red Tide nature has some new plague to run in our streets history some new wrinkle we are doomed to repeat fugitives at the bedroom door lovers pause to find an open store rain is burning on the forest floor and the red tide kisses the shore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST stay out of the sun it only burns my skin sky full of poison and the atmosphere's too thin bless the sun, the rain no more river running like an open sore black wind falling to the ocean floor and the red tide washes ashore THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest deadline approaches for the weary land it used to be something but we let it run down in our hands too late for debate, too bad to ignore quiet rebellion leads to open war bring a sea-change to the factory floor as the red tide covers the shore Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hand Over Fist hand over fist paper around the stone scissors cut the paper cut the paper to the bone hand over fist paper around the stone scissors cut the paper and the rock must stand alone I could disappear into the crowd but not if I keep my head in the clouds I could walk away so proud it's easy enough if you don't laugh too loud I thought I was okay alone wait for the postman and the telephone lost in a world of my own I thought I could run alone thought I could run through the night alone Hand over hand Doesn't seem so much Hand over hand Is the strength of the common touch you talk as we walk along you never imagined I could be so wrong humming your favorite song you know I've hated that song for so long how can we ever agree? like the rest of the world we grow farther apart I swear you don't listen to me holding my hand to my heart holding my fist to my racing heart Take a walk outside myself In some exotic land Greet a passing stranger Feel the strength in his hand Feel the world expand I feel my spirit resist But I open up my fist Lay hand over hand over Hand over fist -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Available Light the restless wind has seen all things in every kind of light rising with the full moon to go howling through the night the sleepless wind has heard all things between the sea and sky in the canyons of the city you can hear the buildings cry oh the wind can carry all the voices of the sea oh the wind can carry all the echoes home to me Run with wind and weather To the music of the sea All four winds together Can't bring the world to me Chase the wind around the world I want to look at life - In the available light play of light a photograph the way I used to be some half-forgotten stranger doesn't mean that much to me trick of light moving picture moments caught in flight make the shadows darker or the colors shine too bright oh the light can carry all the visions of the sea oh the light can carry all the images to me Run to light from shadow Sun gives me no rest Promise offered in the east Broken in the west Chase the sun around the world I want to look at life - In the available light All four winds together Can't bring the world to me Shadows hide the play of light So much I want to see Chase the light around the world I want to look at life - In the available light I'll go with the wind I'll stand in the light

Force Ten (4:28) Time Stand Still (5:07) Open Secrets (5:37) Second Nature (4:35) Prime Mover (5:19) Lock and Key (5:08) Mission (5:15) Turn the Page (4:53) Tai Shan (4:14) High Water (5:32) Force Ten Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in- To the eye of the storm Look out- For the force without form Look around- At the sight and the sound Look in look out look around- We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the world and ride the wind Look in- look the storm in the eye Look out- to the sea and the sky Look around- at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time Stand Still I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim- Who learns to transcend- Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still- I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Freeze this moment a little bit longer Make each sensation a little bit stronger Experience slips away... I turn my face to the sun Close my eyes. Let my defences down- All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause- If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground- I can wait until the tide comes around Make each impression a little bit stronger Freeze this motion a little bit longer The innocence slips away... Summer's going fast, Nights growing colder Children growing up- Old friends growing older Experience slips away... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Open Secrets It went right by me- At the time it went over my head I was looking out the window I should have looked at your face instead It went right by me- Just another wall There should have been a moment When we let our barriers fall I never meant what you're thinking- That is not what I meant at all... Well I guess we all have these feelings We can't leave unreconciled Some of them burned on our ceilings Some of them learned as a child The things that we're concealing Will never let us grow Time will do its healing You've got to let it go Closed for my protection- Open to your scorn Between these two directions My heart is sometimes torn I lie awake with my secrets spinning around my head something that somehow escaped me- Something you shouldn't have said I was looking out the window I should have looked at your face instead... I find no absolution In my rational point of view Maybe some things are instinctive But there's one thing you could do You could try to understand me- I could try to understand you... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Second Nature A memo to a higher office Open letter to the powers-that-be To a God, a king, a head of state A captain of industry To the movers and the shakers- Can't everybody see? It ought to be second nature- I mean, the places where we live! Let's talk about this sensibly- We're not insensitive I know progress has no patience- But something's got to give I know you're different- You know I'm the same We're both too busy To be taking the blame I'd like some changes But you don't have the time We can't go on thinking It's a victimless crime No one is blameless But we're all without shame We fight the fire- While we're feeding the flames Folks have got to make choices- And choices got to have voices Folks are basically decent Conventional wisdom would say Well, we read about the exceptions In the papers every day It ought to be second nature- At least, that's what I feel "Now I lay me down in Dreamland"- I know perfect's not for real I thought we might get closer- But I'm ready to make a deal Today is different, And tomorrow the same It's hard to take the world The way that it came Too many rapids Keep us sweeping along Too many captains Keep on steering us wrong It's hard to take the heat- It's hard to lay blame To fight the fire- While we're feeding the flames -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prime Mover Basic elemental instinct to survive Stirs the higher passions Thrill to be alive Alternating currents in a tidewater surge Rational resistance to an unwise urge anything can happen From the point of conception To the moment of Truth At the point of surrender To the burden of proof From the point of ignition To the final drive The point of the journey is not to arrive anything can happen Basic temperamental filters on our eyes Alter our perceptions Lenses polarize Alternating currents force a show of hands Rational responses force a change of plans anything can happen From a point on the compass To magnetic north The point of the needle moving back and forth From the point of entry- Until the candle is burned The point of departure is not to return anything can happen I set the wheels in motion turn up all the machines activate the programs and run behind the scene I set the clouds in motion turn up light and sound activate the window and watch the world go 'round- anything can happen -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lock And Key I don't want to face The killer instinct- Face it in your or me We carry a sensitive cargo Below the waterline- Ticking like a time bomb With a primitive design Behind the finer feelings- This civilized veneer- The heart of a lonely hunter Guards a dangerous frontier The balance can sometimes fail- Strong emotions can tip the scale- Don't want to silence A desperate voice For the sake of security No one wants to make a terrible choice On the price of being free I don't want to face the killer instinct- Face it in you or me So we keep it under lock and key... It's not a matter of mercy It's not a matter of laws Plenty of people will kill you for some fanatical cause It's not a matter of conscience- A search for probable cause It's just a matter of instinct- a matter of fatal flaws No reward for resistance No assistance- No applause... we don't want to be victims on that we all agree, so we lock up the killer instinct- and throw away the key... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission Hold your fire- Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire Focused high on soaring ambitions Consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possession- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission... I watch their images flicker Bringing light to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams don't need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action- Pride turns on the drive It's cold comfort To the ones without it To know how they struggled- How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turn The Page Nothing can survive in a vacuum No one can exist all alone We pretend things only happen to strangers We've all got problems of our own It's enough to learn to share our pleasures We can't sooth pain with sympathy All that we can do is be reminded- We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age It's just a stage- We disengage- We turn the page... Looking at the long-range forecast Catching all the names in the news Checking out the state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don't fit How can anybody be enlightened? Truth is after all so poorly lit -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tai Shan High on the sacred mountain Up the seven thousand stairs In the golden light of autumn There was magic in the air Clouds surrounded the summit The wind blew strong and cold Among the silent temples And the writing carved in gold Somewhere in my instincts The primitive took hold... I stood at the top of the mountain And China sang to me In the peaceful haze of harvest time A song of eternity- If you raise your hands to heaven You will live a hundred years I stood there like a mystic Lost in the atmosphere The clouds were suddenly parted For a moment I could see The patterns of the landscape Reaching to the eastern sea I looked upon a presence Spanning forty centuries... I thought of time and distance The hardships of history I heard the hope and the hunger When China sang to me... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High Water When the waters rose in the darkness In the wake of the endless flood It flowed into our memory- It flowed into our blood- When something broke the surface Just to see the starry dome- We still feel that relation When the water takes us home In the flying spray of the ocean The water takes you home- Springing from the weight of the mountains Like the heart of the earth would burst Flowing out from marble fountains In the dreams of a desert thirst Something swam through the jungles Where the mighty rivers roam- Something breaks the silence When the water takes you home I hear the wordless voices When the water takes me home- Waves that crash on the shoreline Torrents of tropical rain streaming down Beyond our memory Streaming down inside our veins When something left the ocean To crawl high above the foam- We still feel that elation When the water takes us home In a driving rain of redemption The water takes me home...

The Big Money (5:36) Grand Designs (5:05) Manhattan Project (5:05) Marathon (6:09) Territories (6:19) Middletown Dreams (5:15) Emotion Detector (5:10) Mystic Rhythms (5:54) The Big Money Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway - Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grand Designs A to B - Different degrees... So much style without substance So much stuff without style It's hard to recognize the real thing It comes along once in a while Like a rare and precious metal Beneath a ton of rock It takes some time and trouble To separate from the stock You sometimes have to listen to A lot of useless talk Shapes and forms Against the norms - Against the run of the mill Swimming against the stream Life in two dimensions Is a mass production scheme So much poison in power The principles get left out So much mind on the matter The spirit gets forgotten about Like a righteous inspiration Overlooked in haste Like a teardrop in the ocean A diamond in the waste Some world-views are spacious - And some are merely spaced Against the run of the mill Static as it seems We break the surface tension With our wild kinetic dreams Curves and lines - Of grand designs... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Manhattan Project Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of a war A weapon - that would settle the score Whoever found it first Would be sure to do their worst - They always had before... Imagine a man where it all began A scientist pacing the floor In each nation - always eager to explore To build the best big stick To turn the winning trick - But this was something more... The big bang - took and shook the world Shot down the rising sun the end was begun - it would hit everyone When the chain reaction was done The big shots - try to hold it back Fools try to wish it away The hopeful depend on a world without end Whatever the hopeless may say Imagine a place where it all began They gathered from across the land To work in the secrecy of the desert sand All of the brightest boys To play with the biggest toys - More than they bargained for... Imagine a man when it all began The pilot of "Enola Gay" Flying out of the shockwave on that August day All the powers that be, and the course of history, Would be changed for evermore... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marathon It's not how fast you can go The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Territories I see the Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth Like the Chinese call the country of their birth We all figure that our homes are set above Other people than the ones we know and love In every place with a name They play the same territorial game Hiding behind the lines Sending up warning signs The whole wide world An endless universe Yet we keep looking through The eyeglass in reverse Don't feed the people But we feed the machines Can't really feel What international means In different circles We keep holding our ground Indifferent circles We keep spinning round and round We see so many tribes - overrun and undermined While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind Better people - better food - and better beer Why move around the world when Eden was so near? The bosses get talking so tough And if that wasn't evil enough We get the drunken and passionate pride Of the citizens along for the ride They shoot without shame In the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent Or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides In a citizen of the world Than the pride that divides When a colourful rag is unfurled -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Middletown Dreams The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure Dreams flow across the heartland Feeding on the fires Dreams transport desires Drive you when you're down - Dreams transport the ones Who need to get out of town The boy walks with his best friend Through the fields of early May They walk awhile in silence One close - one far away But he'd be climbing on that bus Just him and his guitar To blaze across the heavens Like a brilliant shooting star The middle-aged madonna Calls her neighbour on the phone Day by day the seasons pass And leave her life alone But she'll go walking out that door On some bright afternoon To go and paint big cities From a lonely attic room It's understood By every single person Who'd be elsewhere if they could So far so good And life's not unpleasant In their little neighbourhood They dream in Middletown... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emotion Detector When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion - Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too much attention - Not content with being cool We must throw ourselves wide open And start acting like a fool If we need too much approval Then the cuts can seem too cruel Right to the heart of the matter Right to the beautiful part Illusions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts It's true that love can change us But never quite enough Sometimes we are too tender Sometimes we're too tough If we get too much attention It gets hard to overrule So often fragile power turns To scorn and ridicule Sometimes our big splashes Are just ripples in the pool Feelings run high -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mystic Rhythms So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar

Distant Early Warning (4:59) Afterimage (5:04) Red Sector A (5:10) The Enemy Within (Part I of Fear) (4:34) The Body Electric (5:00) Kid Gloves (4:18) Red Lenses (4:42) Between the Wheels (5:44) Distant Early Warning An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water- No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors- Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy- But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg- And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book- Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom Absalom -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Afterimage Suddenly- You were gone From all the lives You left your mark upon I remember- How we talked and drank Into the misty dawn - I hear the voices We ran by the water On the wet summer lawn - I see the foot prints I remember- - I feel the way you would - I feel the way you would Tried to believe But you know it's no good This is something That just can't be understood I remember- The shouts of joy Skiing fast through the woods - I hear the echoes I learned your love for life I feel the way that you would - I feel your presence I remember- I feel the way you would This just can't be understood... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Red Sector A All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive?... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Enemy Within Part one of 'Fear' Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenaline Every muscle tense- To fence The enemy within I'm not giving in To security under pressure I'm not missing out On the promise of adventure I'm not giving up On implausible dreams- Experience to extremes- Experience to extremes Suspicious-looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window- Was it only trees in the wind? Every breath a static charge- A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within... To you-is it movement or is it action? It is contact or just reaction? And you-revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? eah, you-it takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Body Electric One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath A lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode- Crack the code Images conflicting Into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble And it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist- To resist- A pulse of dying power In a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kid Gloves A world of difference A world so out of touch Overwhelmed by everything But wanting more so much- Call it blind frustration Call it blind man's bluff Call each other names- Your voices rude-your voices rough Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the lessons Taught in school won't be enough Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's cool to be so tough A world of indifference Heads and hearts too full Careless of the consequence Of constant push and pull Anger got bare knuckles Anger play the fool Anger wear a crown of thorns Reverse the golden rule Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool Handle with kid gloves Handle with kid gloves Then you learn the weapons And the ways of hard-knock school Put on your kid gloves Put on your kid gloves Then you learn the lesson That it's tough to be so cool -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Red Lenses i see red it hurts my head guess it must be something that i read it's the colour of your heartbeat a rising summer sun the battle lost-or won the flash to fashion and the pulse to passion- feels red inside my head and truth is often bitter- left unsaid said red red thinking about the overhead- the underfed -couldn't we talk about something else instead? we've got mars on the horizon says the national midnight star (it's true) what you believe is what you are a pair of dancing shoes- the soviets are the blues- the reds under your bed lying- in the darkness dead ahead and the mercury is rising barometer starts to fall you know it gets to us all the pain that is learning and the rain that is burning- feel red still-go ahead you see black and white- and i see red (not blue) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Between The Wheels To live between a rock And a hard place In between time- Cruising in prime time- Soaking up the cathode rays To live between the wars In our time- Living in real time- Holding the good time- Holding on to yesterdays... You know how that rabbit feels Going under your speeding wheels Bright images flashing by Like windshields towards a fly Frozen in the fatal climb- But the wheels of time- Just pass you by... Wheels can take you around Wheels can cut you down We can go from boom to bust From dreams to a bowl of dust We can fall from rockets' red glare Down to "Brother can you spare-" Another war-another waste land- And another lost generation... It slips between your hands Like water This living in real time A dizzying lifetime Reeling by on celluloid Struck between the eyes By the big-time world Walking uneasy streets- Hiding beneath the sheets- Got to try and fill the void...

Subdivisions (5:33) The Analog Kid (4:46) Chemistry (4:56) Digital Man (6:20) The Weapon (Part II of Fear) (6:22) New World Man (3:41) Losing It (4:51) Countdown (5:49) Subdivisions Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer Or the misfit so alone Subdivisions - In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out Subdivisions - In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory Of lighted streets on quiet nights... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Analog Kid A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart You move me - You move me - With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me - You move me - Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me - You call me - The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Too many hands on my time Too many feelings - Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chemistry Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact - Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact - Mysteriously Eye to I Reaction burning hotter Two to one Reflection on the water H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? Electricity? Biology? Seems to me it's Chemistry Emotion transmitted Emotion received Music in the abstract - Positively Elemental empathy A change of synergy Music making contact - Naturally One, two, three - Add without subtraction Sound on sound Multiplied reaction H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do we make contact With one another? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Digital Man His world is under observation - We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation - Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers - but no clue He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under anaesthetic - Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day He picks up scraps of information - He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed - He's a digital man -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Weapon Part II of 'Fear' We've got nothing to fear - but fear itself? Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgement He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying - But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears Are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life - be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb - Is any killer worth more than his crime? Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of And the knowledge that they fear Is a weapon to be used against them... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New World Man He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Losing It The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire, With just the briefest pause - The flooding through her memory, The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floor And closes her bedroom door... The writer stares with glassy eyes - Defies the empty page His beard is white, his face is lined And streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flow With passion and precision, But now his mind is dark and dulled By sickness and indecision And he stares out the kitchen door Where the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world - To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it die Than never to have known it For you - the blind who once could see - The bell tolls for thee... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Countdown Dedicated with thanks to astronauts Young & Crippen and all the people of NASA for their inspiration and cooperation Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash the night With roving searchlight beams This magic day when super-science Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams Floodlit in the hazy distance The star of this unearthly show Venting vapours, like the breath Of a sleeping white dragon Crackling speakers, voices tense Resume the final count All systems check, T minus nine As the sun and the drama start to mount The air is charged - a humid, motionless mass The crowds and the cameras, The cars full of spectators pass Excitement so thick - you could cut it with a knife Technology - high, on the leading edge of life The earth beneath us starts to tremble With the spreading of a low black cloud A thunderous roar shakes the air Like the whole world exploding Scorching blast of golden fire As it slowly leaves the ground Tears away with a mighty force The air is shattered by the awesome sound Like a pillar of cloud, the smoke lingers High in the air In fascination - with the eyes of the world We stare...

Tom Sawyer (4:33) Red Barchetta (6:06) YYZ (4:24) (instrumental) Limelight (4:19) The Camera Eye (10:56) Witch Hunt (Part III of Fear) (4:43) Vital Signs (4:43) Tom Sawyer A modern-day warrior Mean mean stride, Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride. Though his mind is not for rent, Don't put him down as arrogant. His reserve, a quiet defense, Riding out the day's events. The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society. -Catch the mist -Catch the myth -Catch the mystery -Catch the drift. The world is, the world is, Love and life are deep, Maybe as his skies are wide. Today's Tom Sawyer, He gets high on you, And the space he invades He gets by on you. No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government. Always hopeful, yet discontent, He knows changes aren't permanent, But change is. What you say about his company Is what you say about society. -Catch the witness -Catch the wit, -Catch the spirit -Catch the spit. The world is, the world is, Love and life are deep, Maybe as his eyes are wide. Exit the warrior, Today's Tom Sawyer, He gets high on you, And the energy you trade, He gets right on to the friction of the day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Red Barchetta My uncle has a country place That no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm, Before the Motor Law. And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire, Where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline. Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, My uncle preserved for me an old machine, For fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car. A brilliant red Barchetta From a better, vanished time. I fire up the willing engine, Responding with a roar. Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... Wind- In my hair- Shifting and drifting- Mechanical music- Adrenalin surge... Well-weathered leather, Hot metal and oil, The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome, The blur of the landscape, Every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me, Across the mountainside, A gleaming alloy air-car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires, To run the deadly race, Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase. Drive like the wind, Straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Limelight Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage. Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act, With insufficient tact, One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact. Living in the Limelight, The universal dream For those who wish to seem. Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation, Get on with the fascination, The real relation, The underlying theme. Living in a fisheye lens, Caught in the camera eye. I have no heart to lie, I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend. All the world's indeed a stage, And we are merely players, Performers and portrayers, Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Camera Eye I Grim-faced and forbidding, Their faces closed tight, An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm, Race the oncoming night, They chase through the streets of Manhattan. Head-first humanity, Pause at a light, Then flow through the streets of the city. They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain, Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky. The buildings are lost In their limitless rise. My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride. I feel the sense of possibilities, I feel the wrench of hard realities. The focus is sharp in the city. II Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales, Steeped in the history of London. Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster. Wistful and weathered, The pride still prevails, Alive in the streets of the city. Are they oblivious To this quality? A quality Of light unique to Every city's streets. Pavements may teem With intense energy, But the city is calm In this violent sea. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Witch Hunt part III of 'Fear' The night is black, Without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, The faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in the sweltering night, The mob moves like demons possesed. Quiet in conscience, calm in their right, Confident their ways are best. The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will. Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat and burn and kill. They say there are strangers who threaten us, In our immigrants and infidels. They say there is strangeness, too dangerous In our theatres and bookstore shelves, That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear Walk hand in hand. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vital Signs Unstable condition, A symptom of life, In mental and environmental change. Atmospheric disturbance, The feverish flux Of human interface and interchange. The impulse is pure; Sometimes our circuits get shorted By external interference. Signals get crossed And the balance distorted By internal incoherence. A tired mind become a shape-shifter, Everybody need a mood lifter, Everybody need reverse polarity. Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form. Everybody got to deviate from the norm. An ounce of perception, A pound of obscure. Process information at half speed. Pause, rewind, replay, Warm memory chip, Random sample, hold the one you need. Leave out the fiction, The fact is, this friction Will only be worn by persistence. Leave out conditions, Courageous convictions Will drag the dream into existence. A tired mind become a shape-shifter, Everybody need a soft filter, Everybody need reverse polarity. Everybody got mixed feelings About the function and the form. Everybody got to elevate from the norm...

QUOTE (BSG @ Aug 23 2004, 04:26 PM) Me Me ME! Go for it...

The Spirit of Radio (4:57) Freewill (5:23) Jacob's Ladder (7:28) Entre Nous (4:37) Different Strings (3:49) Natural Science (9:16) I. Tide Pools (2:21) II. Hyperspace (2:47) III. Permanent Waves (4:08) The Spirit of Radio Begin the day Wth a friendly voice, A companion, unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way Hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers, Undemanding contact In your happy solitude. Invisible airwaves Crackle with life Bright antennae bristle With the energy Emotional feedback On a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price- Almost free... All this machinery Making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question Of your honesty One likes to believe In the freedom of music, But glittering prizes And endless compromises Shatter the illusion Of integrity. "For the words of the profits, Are written on the studio wall, Concert hall - Echoes with the sounds... Of salesmen." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freewill There are those who think that life Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They were dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can't pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jacob's Ladder The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture All at once, The clouds are parted Light streams down In bright unbroken beams Follow men's eyes As they look to the skies The shifting shafts of shining Weave the fabric of their dreams... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Entre Nous We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel No-one else has read Even joined in bonds of love We're linked to one another By such slender threads We are planets to each other Drifting in our orbits To a brief eclipse Each of us a world apart Alone and yet together Like two passing ships Just between us I think it's time for us to recognize The differences we sometimes feared to show Just between us I think it's time for us to realize The spaces in between Leave room For you and I to grow We are strangers to each other Full of sliding panels An illusion show Acting well-rehearsed routines Or playing from the heart? It's hard for one to know We are islands to each other Building hopeful bridges On a troubled sea Some are burned or swept away Some we would not choose But we're not always free -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Different Strings Who's come to slay the dragon- Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call Too much fuss and bother Too much contradiction and confusion Peel away the mystery Here's a clue to some real motivation All there really is The two of us And we both know why we've come along Nothing to explain It's a part of us To be found within a song What happened to our innocence- Did it go out of style? Along with our naivete'- No longer a child Different eyes see different things Different hearts beat on different strings But there are times For you and me When all such things agree. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Natural Science I. Tide Pools When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short-lived galaxy Each microcosmic planet A complete society A simple kind of mirror To reflect upon our own All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies Living in their pools They soon forget about the sea... Wheels within wheels In a spiral array A pattern so grand And complex Time after time We lose sight of the way Our causes can't see Their effects. II. Hyerspace A quantum leap forward In time and in space The universe learned to expand The mess and the magic Triumphant and tragic A mechanized world out of hand Computerized clinic For superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band In their own image Their world is fashioned- No wonder they don't understand Wheels within wheels In a spiral array A pattern so grand And complex Time after time We lose sight of the way Our causes can't see Their effects. III. Permanent Waves Science, like nature Must also be tamed With a view towards its preservation Given the same State of integrity It will surely serve us well Art as expression Not as market campaigns Will still capture our imaginations Given the same State of integrity It will surely help us along The most endangered species The honest man Will still survive annihilation Forming a world- State of integrity Sensitive, open and strong Wave after wave Will flow with the tide And bury the world as it does Tide after tide Will flow and recede Leaving life to go on As it was...

Cygnus X-1 Book II: Hemispheres (18:08) I. Prelude (4:27) II. Apollo: Bringer of Wisdom (2:35) III. Dionysus: Bringer of Love (2:05) IV. Armageddon: The Battle of Heart and Mind (3:06) V. Cygnus: Bringer of Balance (4:50) VI. The Sphere: A Kind of Dream (1:05) Circumstances (3:41) The Trees (4:46) La Villa Strangiato (9:35) (instrumental) I. Buenos Nochas, Mein Froinds! (0:00) II. To sleep, perchance to dream... ( 0:27) III. Strangiato theme (2:00) IV. A Lerxst in Wonderland (3:16) V. Monsters! (5:49) VI. The Ghost of the Aragon (6:10) VII. Danforth and Pape (6:45) VIII. The Waltz of the Shreves (7:26) IX. Never turn your back on a Monster! (7:52) X. Monsters! (Reprise) (8:03) XI. Strangiato theme (Reprise) (8:17) XII. A Farewell to Things (9:17) Cygnus X-1 Book II Hemispheres I. Prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the Ancients first began The Gods of Love and Reason Sought alone to rule the fate of Man They battled through the ages But still neither force would yield The people were divided Every soul a battlefield... II. Apollo Bringer of Wisdom 'I bring Truth and Understanding I bring Wit and Wisdom fair Precious gifts beyond compare We can build a world of wonder I can make you all aware' 'I will find you food and shelter Show you fire to keep you warm Through the endless winter storm You can live in grace and comfort In the world that you transform.' The people were delighted Coming forth to claim their prize They ran to build their cities And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed not to be so strong The wise men were consulted And the Bridge of Death was crossed In quest of Dionysus To find out what they had lost... III. Dionysus Bringer of Love 'I bring Love to give you solace In the darkness of the night In the Heart's eternal light You need only trust your feelings; Only Love can steer you right' 'I bring Laughter, I bring Music I bring Joy and I bring Tears I will soothe your primal fears Throw off those chains of Reason And your prison disappears' The cities were abandoned And the forests echoed song They danced and lived as brothers; They knew Love could not be wrong Food and wine they had aplenty And they slept beneath the stars The people were contented And the Gods watched from afar But the winter fell upon them And it caught them unprepared Bringing wolves and cold starvation And the hearts of men despaired... IV. Armageddon The Battle of Heart and Mind The Universe divided As the Heart and Mind collided With the people left unguided For so many troubled years In a cloud of doubts and fears Their world was torn asunder Into hollow hemispheres Some fought themselves, some fought each other Most just followed one another Lost and aimless like their brothers For their Hearts were so unclear And the Truth could not appear Their spirits were divided Into blinded hemispheres Some who did not fight Brought tales of old to light My 'Rocinante' sailed by night On her final flight To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force We set our course Spiralled through that timeless space To this immortal place V. Cygnus Bringer of Balance I have memory and awareness But I have no shape or form As a disembodied spirit I am dead and yet unborn I have passed into Olympus As was told in tales of old To the city of Immortals Marble white and purest gold I see the Gods in battle rage on high Thunderbolts across the sky I cannot move, I cannot hide I feel a silent scream begin inside Then all at once the Chaos ceased A stillness fell, a sudden peace The Warriors felt my silent cry And stayed their struggle, mystified Apollo was atonished Dionysus thought me mad But they heard my story further And they wondered, and were sad Looking down from Olympus On a world of doubt and fear Its surface splintered Into sorry hemispheres They sat a while in silence Then they turned at last to me 'We will call you Cygnus, The god of Balance you shall be' VI. The Sphere A Kind of Dream We can walk our road together If our goals are all the same We can run alone and free If we pursue a different aim Let the truth of love be lighted Let the love of truth shine clear Sensibility Armed with sense and liberty With the Heart and Mind united In a single perfect sphere -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Circumstances A boy alone, so far from home Endless rooftops from my window I felt the gloom of empty rooms On rainy afternoons Sometimes in confusion I felt so lost and disillusioned Innocence gave me confidence To go up against reality All the same, we take our chances Laughed at by Time Tricked by Circumstances Plus ca change Plus c'est la meme chose The more that things change The more they stay the same Now I've gained some understanding Of the only world that we see Things that I once dreamed of Have become reality These walls that still surround me Still contain the same old me Just one more who's searching for A world that ought to be -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trees There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the Maples want more sunlight And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the Maples (And they're quite convinced the're right) They say the Oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the Oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the Maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the Maples scream 'Oppression!' And the Oaks, just shake their heads So the Maples formed a Union And demanded equal rights 'The Oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more Oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet, Axe, And saw... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- La Villa Strangiato (instrumental) (An Exercise in Self-Indulgence) I. Buenos Nochas, Mein Froinds! (0:00) II. To sleep, perchance to dream... ( 0:27) III. Strangiato theme (2:00) IV. A Lerxst in Wonderland (3:16) V. Monsters! (5:49) VI. The Ghost of the Aragon (6:10) VII. Danforth and Pape (6:45) VIII. The Waltz of the Shreves (7:26) IX. Never turn your back on a Monster! (7:52) X. Monsters! (Reprise) (8:03) XI. Strangiato theme (Reprise) (8:17) XII. A Farewell to Things (9:17)

A Farewell to Kings (5:51) Xanadu (11:08) Closer To The Heart (2:53) Cinderella Man (4:21) Madrigal (2:35) Cygnus X-1 (10:25) A Farewell To Kings When they turn the pages of history When these days have passed long ago Will they read of us with sadness For the seeds that we let grow We turned our gaze From the castles in the distance Eyes cast down On the path of least resistance Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise The hypocrites are slandering The sacred halls of Truth Ancient nobles showering Their bitterness on youth Can't we find The minds that made us strong Can't we learn To feel what's right and wrong Cities full of hatred Fear and lies Withered hearts And cruel, tormented eyes Scheming demons Dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude And scoffing at the wise Can't we raise our eyes And make a start Can't we find the minds To lead us closer to the Heart -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Xanadu "To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise..." I had heard the whispered tales Of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book. I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops Of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - To stand within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste anew the fruits of life The last immortal man To find the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice Oh, I will dine on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise A thousand years have come and gone But time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end Weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - Held within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph As a mad immortal man Nevermore shall I return Escape these caves of ice For I have dined on honey dew And drunk the milk of Paradise -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Closer to the Heart And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cinderella Man A modest man from Mandrake Travelled rich to the city He had a need to discover A use for his newly-found wealth Because he was human Because he had goodness Because he was moral They called him insane Delusions of grandeur Visions of splendour A manic depressive He walks in the rain Eyes wide open Heart undefended Innocence untarnished Cinderella Man Doing what you can They can't understand What it means Cinderella Man Hang on to your plans Try as they might They cannot steal your dreams In the betrayal of his love he awakened To face a world of cold reality And a look in the eyes of the hungry Awakened him to what he could do He held up his riches To challenge the hungry Purposeful motion For one so insane They tried to fight him Just couldn't beat him This manic depressive Who walks in the rain -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madrigal When the dragons grow too mighty To slay with pen or sword I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view I long to turn my path homeward To stop awhile with you When life becomes so barren And as cold as winter skies There's a beacon in the darkness In a distant pair of eyes In vain to search for order In vain to search for truth But these things can still be given Your love has shown me proof -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cygnus X-1 Book One - The Voyage Prologue In the constellation of Cygnus There lurks a mysterious, invisible force The Black Hole Of Cygnus X-1 Six Stars of the Northern Cross In mourning for their sister's loss In a final flash of glory Nevermore to grace the night... 1 Invisible To telescopic eye Infinity The star that would not die All who dare To cross her course Are swallowed by A fearsome force Through the void To be destroyed Or is there something more? Atomized - at the core Or through the Astral Door - To soar... 2 I set a course just east of Lyra And northwest of Pegasus Flew into the light of Deneb Sailed across the Milky Way On my ship, the 'Rocinante' Wheeling through the galaxies, Headed for the heart of Cygnus Headlong into mystery The x-ray is her siren song My ship cannot resist her long Nearer to my deadly goal Until the Black Hole - Gains control... 3 Spinning, whirling, Still descending Like a spiral sea, Unending Sound and fury Drowns my heart Every nerve Is torn apart.... To be continued

Bastille Day (4:37) I Think I'm Going Bald (3:37) Lakeside Park (4:08) The Necromancer (12:30) I. Into Darkness (4:12) II. Under The Shadow (4:25) III. Return of the Prince (3:52) The Fountain of Lamneth (19:59) I. In the Valley (4:18) II. Didacts and Narpets (1:00) III. No One at the Bridge (4:19) IV. Panacea (3:14) V. Bacchus Plateau (3:13) VI. The Fountain (3:49) Bastille Day There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Free the dungeons of the innocent The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow as they rode by And we're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, o choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise. Lessons taught but never learned All around us anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast For they marched up to Bastille Day La guillotine - claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Think I'm Going Bald I looked in the mirror today My eyes just didn't seem so bright I've lost a few more hairs I think I'm going bald I think I'm going bald Seems like only yesterday We would sit and talk of dreams all night Dreams of youth And simple truths Now we're so involved So involved with life Walk down vanity fair Memory lane everywhere Wall Street shuffles there Dressed in flowing hair Once we loved the flowers Now we ask the price of the land Once we would take water But now it must be wine Now we've been And now we've seen What price peace of mind Take a piece of my mind My life is slipping away I'm aging every day But even when I'm grey I'll still be grey my way -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lakeside Park Midway hawkers calling Try your luck with me Merry-go-round wheezing The same old melody A thousand ten cent wonders Who could ask for more A pocketful of silver The key to heaven's door Lakeside Park Willows in the breeze Lakeside Park So many memories Laughing rides Midway lights Shining stars on summer nights Days of barefoot freedom Racing with the waves Nights of starlit secrets Crackling driftwood flames Drinking by the lighthouse Smoking on the pier Still we saw the magic Fading every year Everyone would gather On the twenty fourth of May Sitting in the sand To watch the fireworks display Dancing fires on the beach Singing songs together Though it's just a memory Some memories last forever -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Necromancer I. Into Darkness As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and saddening the heart. Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres, stripped of will and soul. Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance... Silence shrouds the forest As the birds announce the dawn Three trav'llers ford the river And southward journey on The road is lined with peril The air is charged with fear The shadow of his nearness Weighs like iron tears II. Under the Shadow Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies. The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes. He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders trapped in his lair... Brooding in the tower Watching o'er his land Holding ev'ry creature Helplessly they stand Gaze into his prisms Knowing they are near Lead them to the dungeons Spectres numb with fear They bow defeated III. Return of the Prince Enter the Champion. Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years. The spell has been broken...the Dark Lands are bright, the Wraith of the Necromancer soars away...in the night. Stealthily attacking By-Tor slays his foe The men are free to run now From labyrinths below The Wraith of Necromancer Shadows through the sky Another land to darken With evil prism eye... Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Fountain of Lamneth I. In the Valley I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened And they're open very wide Images around me Don't identify inside Just one blur I recognize The one that soothes and feeds My way of life is easy And as simple are my needs Yet my eyes are drawn toward The mountain in the east Fascinates and captivates Gives my heart no peace The mountain holds the sunrise In the prison of the night Till bursting forth from rocky chains The valley floods with light Living one long sunrise For to me all things are new I've never watched the sky grow pale Or strolled through fields of dew I do not know of dust to dust I live from breath to breath I live to climb that mountain to The Fountain of Lamneth II. Didacts and Narpets Stay! Go! Work! No! Learn! Live! Earn! Give! Stay or fight? What's right? Listen! III. No One At the Bridge Crying back to consciousness The coldness grips my skin The sky is pitching violently Drawn by shrieking winds Seaspray blurs my vision Waves roll by so fast Save my ship of freedom I'm lashed helpless to the mast Call out for direction And there's no one there to steer Shout out for salvation But there's no one there to hear Cry out supplication For the maelstrom is near Scream out desperation But no one cares to hear Remembering when first I held The wheel in my own hands I took the helm so eagerly And sailed for distant lands But now the sea's too heavy And I just don't understand Why must my crew desert me When I need a guiding hand IV. Panacea The whiteness of confusion Is unfolding from my mind I stare around in wonder Have I left my life behind I catch the scent of ambergris And turn my head... surprised My gaze is caught and held And I am helpless, mesmerized Panacea - liquid grace Oh let me touch your fragile face Enchantment falls around me And I know I cannot leave Here's a meaning for my life A shelter from the storm Pacify my troubles with Her body, soft and warm Naked in our unity A smile for every tear Gentle hands that promise me Comfort through the years Yet I know I must be gone Before the light of dawn Panacea - passion pure I can't resist your gentle lure My heart will lie beside you And my wandering body grieves V. Bacchus Plateau Another endless day Silhouettes of grey Another glass of wine Drink with eyes that shine To days without that chill at morning Long nights time out of mind Draw another goblet From the cask of '43 Crimson misty memory Hazy glimpse of me Give me back my wonder - I've something more to give I guess it doesn't matter - There's not much more to live Another foggy dawn The mountain almost gone Another doubtful fear The road is not so clear My soul grows ever weary And the end is ever near VI. The Fountain Look... the mist is rising And the sun is peaking through See, the steps grow lighter As I reach their final few Hear, the dancing waters I must be drawing near Feel, my heart is pounding With embattled hope and fear Now, at last I fall before The Fountain of Lamneth I thought I would be singing But I'm tired... out of breath Many journeys end here But, the secret's told the same Life is just a candle And a dream must give it flame The key, the end, the answer Stripped of their disguise Still it's all confusion And tears spring to my eyes Though I've reached a signpost It's really not the end Like Old Sol behind the mountain I'll be coming up again... I'm in motion I am still I am crying I am still I'm together I'm apart I'm forever At the start Still... I am

2112 (20:34) I. Overture (4:32) II. Temples of Syrinx (2:13) III. Discovery (3:29) IV. Presentation (3:42) V. Oracle: The Dream (2:00) VI. Soliloquy (2:21) VII. The Grand Finale (2:14) A Passage To Bangkok (3:34) The Twilight Zone (3:17) Lessons (3:51) Tears (3:31) Something For Nothing (3:59) 2112 "I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. "My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found something that changed it all..." Anonymous, 2112 I. Overture "And the meek shall inherit the earth." II. Temples of Syrinx ... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. Look around this world we made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls. III. Discovery ... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful" ... ... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ..." What can this strange device be? When I touch it, it gives forth a sound It's got wires that vibrate and give music What can this thing be that I found? See how it sings like a sad heart And joyously screams out its pain Sounds that build high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain. I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their own music The Priests praise my name on this night. IV. Presentation ... "In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall." ... ... "Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet..." I know it's most unusual To come before you so But I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Yes, we know it's nothing new It's just a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. I can't believe you're saying These things just can't be true Our world could use this beauty Just think what we might do. Listen to my music And hear what it can do There's something here as strong as life I know that it will reach you. Don't annoy us further We have our work to do. Just think about the average What use have they for you? Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly whim It doesn't fit the plan. V. Oracle: The Dream ... "I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase" ... ... "I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things ..." I wandered home though the silent streets And fell into a fitful sleep Escape to realms beyond the night Dream can't you show me the light? I stand atop a spiral stair An oracle confronts me there He leads me on light years away Through astral nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow Their power grows with purpose strong To claim the home where they belong Home, to tear the Temples down... Home, to change.. VI. Soliloquy ... "I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I heave a sigh and sadly smile And lie a while in bed I wish that it might come to pass Not fade like all my dreams Just think of what my life might be In a world like I have seen I don't think I can carry on Carry on this cold and empty life Oh...noo. My spirits are low in the depths of despair My lifeblood spills over.. VII. The Grand Finale Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation We have assumed control. We have assumed control. We have assumed control. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Passage to Bangkok Our first stop is in Bogota To check Colombian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day's toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Twilight Zone A pleasant faced man steps up to greet you He smiles and says he's pleased to meet you Beneath his hat the strangeness lies Take it off, he's got three eyes Truth is false and logic lost Now the fourth dimension is crossed You have entered the Twilight Zone Beyond this world strange things are known Use the key, unlock the door See what your fate might have in store Come explore your dreams' creation Enter this world of imagination Wake up lost in an empty town Wondering why no one else is around Look up to see a giant boy You've just become his brand new toy No escape, no place to hide Here where Time and Space collide -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lessons Sweet memories Flashing very quickly by Reminding me Giving me a reason why I know that My goal is more than a thought I'll be there When I teach what I've been taught You know we've told you before But you didn't hear us then So you still question why You didn't listen again Sweet memories I never thought it would be like this Reminding me Just how close I came to missing I know that This is the way for me to go You'll be there When you know what I know -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tears All of the seasons And all of the days All of the reasons Why I've felt this way So long So long Then lost in that feeling I looked in your eyes I noticed emotion And that you had cried For me I can see What would touch me deeper Tears that fall from eyes That only cry? Would it touch you deeper Than tears that fall from eyes That know why? A lifetime of questions Tears on your cheek I tasted the answers And my body was weak For you The truth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Something For Nothing Waiting for the winds of change To sweep the clouds away Waiting for the rainbow's end To cast its gold your way Countless ways You pass the days Waiting for someone to call And turn your world around Looking for an answer to The question you have found Looking for An open door You don't get something for nothing You don't get freedom for free You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be What you own is your own kingdom What you do is your own glory What you love is your own power What you live is your own story In your head is the answer Let it guide you along Let your heart be the anchor And the beat of your own song

Anthem (4:22) Best I Can (3:25) Beneath, Between and Behind (3:02) By-Tor and the Snowdog (8:37) I. At The Tobes of Hades II. Across The Styx III. Of The Battle IV. Epilogue Fly By Night (3:21) Making Memories (2:58) Rivendell (4:57) In The End (6:47) Anthem Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the ground and they won't bring you down Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought New wonders in the world, wonders in the world, Wonders in the world they wrought. Live for yourself -- there's no one else More worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts will Only cry out for more Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you, I Came to write this song -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Best I Can I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's tough You know what I mean Blankers and boasters, all the bluffers and posers I'm not into that scene You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches 'cause they're oh so droll Leave me alone, let me rock and roll Got an itchin' to rock, a hate for small talk I'm funny that way Got my sights on the stars, won't get that far But I'll try anyway I just like to please, don't like to tease I'm easy like that Don't like long rests, I must confess I'm an impatient cat I do the best that I can I'm just what I am I do the best I can Well, I know what I am Rock and roll-in's a scream, makin' millions my dream Well, I do that a lot I'll just give it a try, won't let good times pass me by They're all I've got -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beneath, Between And Behind Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes, but never seeing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once, with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? Watch the cities rise Another ship arrives Earth's melting pot and ever growing Fantastic dreams come true Inventing something new The greatest minds, and never knowing... The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now The principles have been betrayed The dreams's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail History's debt won't be repaid -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By-Tor And The Snow Dog I. At The Tobes Of Hades The Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air. By-Tor, knight of darkness, Centurion of evil, devil's prince. II. Across The Styx Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog, ermine glowing in the damp night Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate. By-Tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle, let the fray begin... III. The Battle i) Challenge And Defiance ii) 7/4 War Furor iii) Aftermath iv) Hymn of Triumph IV. Epilogue The battle's over and the dust is clearing Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing By-Tor in defeat retreats to Hell Snow Dog is victorious The land of the Overworld is saved again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fly By Night Airport scurry flurry faces Parade of passers by People going many places With a smile or just a sigh Waiting waiting pass the time Another cigarette Get in line - gate thirty-nine The time is not here yet Why try? I know why The feeling inside me says it's time I was gone Clear head, new life ahead I want to be king now not just one more pawn Fly by night, away from here Change my life again Fly by night goodbye my dear My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend Moon rise, thoughtful eyes Staring back at me from the window beside No fright or hindsight Leaving behind that empty feeling inside Start a new chapter Find what I'm after It's changing every day The change of a season Is enough of a reason To want to get away Quiet and pensive My thoughts apprehensive The hours drift away Leaving my homeland Playing a lone hand My life begins today -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Making Memories There's a time for feelin' as good as we can The time is now, and there's no stoppin' us There's a time for livin' as high as we can Behind us you will only see our dust. You know we're havin' good days And we hope they're gonna last Our future still looks brighter than our past We feel no need to worry No reason to be sad Our mem'ries remind us, maybe road life's not so bad. Just keep smilin', move onward ev'ry day And try to keep our thoughts away from home We're trav'lin' around, no time to settle down And satisfy our wanderlust to roam. Well from sea to shining sea, and a hundred points between Still we go on diggin' ev'ry show The cities in the land all extend a welcome hand Till morning when it's time for us to go. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rivendell Sunlight dances through the leaves Soft winds stir the sighing trees Lying in the warm grass Feel the sun upon your face Elfin songs and endless nights Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights Time will never touch you Here in this enchanted place I've traveled now for many miles It feels so good to see the smiles of Friends who never left your mind When you were far away From the golden light of coming dawn Till the twilight where the sun is gone We treasure ev'ry season And ev'ry passing day You feel there's something calling you You're wanting to return To where the misty mountains rise and friendly fires burn A place you can escape the world Where the dark lord cannot go Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water's flow We feel the coming of a new day Darkness gives way to light a new way Stop here for a while until the world, The world calls you away Yet you know I've had the feeling Standing with my senses reeling This is the place to grow old till I reach my final day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In The End Well, I can see what you mean It just takes me longer And I can feel what you feel It just makes you stronger I know, I know, I know Oh, the feeling grows I see, I see, I see It's got to be You can take me for a little while You can take me, you can make me smile in the end Well, I can do what you do You just do it better And I can cry like you cry It just makes me sadder Well, I can shine like you shine It doesn't make me brighter But if I think like you think It don't make my load much lighter