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Hothouse Flowers (Lyrics: Theodore Wratislaw; reworked by A. Bouchard Music: Falcone & A. Bouchard, with Avery, Castellano, Moorcock, Roeser, Tiburcio, Vibratus) Ryan Avery: Violin Albert Bouchard: Drums, Percussion, Vocals, Acoustic Guitars Richie Castellano: Guitar Don Falcone: Piano, Synths, E-Percussion Michael Moorcock: End Vocals Donald “Buck Dharma” Roeser: Lead Vocals Vicente Tiburcio: End Lead Guitar Lux Vibratus: Bass Guitar I hate the flower of wood or common field. And I cannot love the primrose, nor regret The death of any shrinking violet, Nor even a cultured garden's banal yield. I love those flowers reared by man's careful art, Of heady scents and colors: strong of heart Or weak that die beneath the touch of a knife, Some as rich as sin and some as virtue pale, And some as subtly infamous and frail As she whose love still eats my soul and life. The silver lips of lilies virginal, The full deep bosom of the enchanted rose Please less than flowers glass-hid from frost and snows For whom an alien heat makes festival. I love those flowers reared by man's careful art, Of heady scents and colors: strong of heart Or weak that die beneath the touch of a knife, Some as rich as sin and some as virtue pale, And some as subtly infamous and frail As she whose love still eats my soul and life. ...Hothouse flowers…
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Geronimo 04:42
Geronimo (Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard; Music: Falcone, with A.Bouchard, Moorcock, Oxymoron, Segel, Shaw, Slattery) Albert Bouchard: Drums, Banjo,Lead & Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Piano, Organ, E-Percussion Michael Moorcock: “Geronimo” & Backing Vocals, Harmonica Monty Oxymoron: Conga, Shaker, Cajon, Locomotive Jonathan Segel: Violins Adrian Shaw: Bass Guitar Mick Slattery: Guitars Off to Pasadena Shuffle on to Buffalo Sweet Iron Orchid... Geronimo! “How do you mean my love Virtuous?” “I’m not thoroughly sure I found it in a book once I should like to try it for awhile Oh Dearest Iron Orchid It’s supposed to involve self denial Which means doing nothing pleasurable” And the sea sighed Everybody sings Carrie Joan, she kept her boiler going Carrie Joan, she filled it full of wine. Carrie Joan didn’t stop her rowing She had to get to Brooklyn by quarter past nine! They gave him his augurs at Racine-Virginia Saying steam-up, you’re way behind time It ain’t 98, it’s old 97 You got to get on down that old Nantucket line! “Where do you find these old songs?” “I came across some platters Kept in top condition By a succession of owners” The sky contained a sunset Silhouetted purple hills A herd of bison in lunette The 7th cavalry thrills… “The 19th century collection Contains a large spaceship They used to travel space Now no one wants to leave earth’s grip I could time travel and visit My beloved century But what could I tell them That the future will end disappointingly” “You may see it someday If you’re not too virtuous” And everybody sings… Carrie Joan, she kept her boiler going... “But mother you have grown me Put me in an incubator When you were a man Rare because so few are born Perhaps that’s why I’m drawn To that past of blood and stone”
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Soirée Of Fire (Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard; Music: Erickson, with A. Bouchard, A. M. Castellano,Falcone, Moorcock, Oxymoron, Wishart) Albert Bouchard: Choir Ann Marie Castellano: Lead Vocals Doug Erickson: Acoustic Guitars Don Falcone: Distorted Synth, Mellotron, Samples Michael Moorcock: Choir, Harmonica Monty Oxymoron: Cajon, Shaker, Frying Pan Bridget Wishart EWI (Bells, English Horn, Crash Cymbals) Soirée of fire... A few million years ago Perhaps less (for time was quite vague in dreams) There was a province of New York City A magnificent district called Queens   Liam Ty Pam $12.51 Caesar Lloyd George Zatopek Found the site of the original court And had taken up residence there   Soirée of fire... He erected a special house for the party A reproduction of the Great Fire of Africa Durban, Kilwa-Kivinje, Yola, Timbucktoo And many other famous cities, all blazing merrily Each detailed building Sculpted from water Brightly colored as the flames Among the flames and water Wandered the early guests    Soirée of fire... Towers and terraces crumble As in a blaze and then Swiftly reform themselves Before the water fell on anyone Food and beverage laid about Mainly the 28th Century African Locomotive landed outside Smithsmith Iron Orchid on the footplate She mutters “Geronimo, sotto voce” As Jherek begins to circulate   The guests include “Li Pao Time traveller from the 27th Century Mongrove the bitter giant And Gaf the Horse in Tears Lord Jagged of Canaria Werther de Gothe and As gorilla O’Kala Incarnadine Plus Mistress Christia Everlasting Concubine” High above Little African flying machines Begin to bomb the city Everywhere bright lights burst And suddenly complete darkness Soirée of fire...
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In The Future (Lyrics: Falcone, with Moorcock; Music: Falcone, with Adams, A. Bouchard, Castellano, Moorcock, Pustelnik, Vibratus) Jsun Atoms: Lead Vocals Albert Bouchard: Backing Vocals Richie Castellano: Guitar Don Falcone: Piano, Clavinet, E-Percussion (Maracas, Claves, Boom) Michael Moorcock: Chorus Vocals Ken Pustelnik: Drums Lux Vibratus: Bass Guitar When the first page comes alive A lull or an edge in the time of your life You get to choose who to love and lose Whether to beg, steal, or pay the dues   Then the next page turns around And still, you remain, in your long survive But will you have what your mother weaved Or will they substitute with make believe? When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Time to time, it’s… what you do When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Change for change can make things new When you’re into the future And into the past Who has the secret To make everyone last?    You mix desires, charms, and cheer, Your freedom is the fashion here Make virtue and love the thing to try Before you live, you’ll have to die When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Time to time, it’s… what you do When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Change for change can make things new From the Planet Unions, the Anarchic States, the Cool Theocracy, the Dark Green Council, the Gienic Empire, the Sugar Dictatorship, the Sonic Assassination Period, the Time of… the Invisible Mark, the Rope Girl Age, and the Paternalisms Three the Ship Cultures, Engineer Millennium, Planet Builders Age, and hundreds more… When the final act arrives It’s our moment, to reassess The lives rearranged, the truths unveiled This dance for a future we can exhale   When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Time to time, it’s… what you do When you’re in the future You’ve got to move Change for change can make things new When you’re into the future And into the past Who has the secret To make everyone last? Fly... Who has the secret into the past? Levitate... Into the past, to make everyone! Fly... Who has the secret into the past? Levitate... Into the past, to make everyone!
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Doomed 04:26
Doomed (Lyrics: Moorcock, with additions by A. Bouchard; Music: A. Bouchard, with Falcone, Moorcock, Segel) Albert Bouchard: Guitars, Bass Guitar, Drums, Tambourine, Lead Vocals Don Falcone: Organs, Synths Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Jonathan Segel: Violins Waiting at the party For the festivities to begin A voice in the dark announces Tonight Disaster’s the theme When the lights came up There was an asymmetrical mound On a dais of transparent steel A spaceship making a squeaking sound On the other side was the spaceman Who came from millions of light years away He said his name was Yusharisp And this is what he came to say “Living at the end of time The universe will undergo a great change All suns and planets will be destroyed Not one atom will remain the same We are doomed fellow beings We are doomed” “Isn’t that amazing?” Said the Duke of Queens As the bored guests began To talk among themselves The end of the universe delightful We’re all going to die delicious We must go, Goodbye, Farewell It’s time to leave, too late for us There hadn’t been such a failure In at least a thousand years The party aptly called disaster It nearly brought the Duke to tears It was almost bound to happen Sensation piled upon sensation But rooted in nothing No artistic conception “We are living at the end of time...” The lady decided she wanted an alien And froze him as he readied to leave She didn’t have a round space traveler To complete her menagerie And suddenly a stranger stood there A woman from the Nineteenth century Outraged at the treatment of the creature The space traveler had a right to liberty But the people misunderstood her Thought she wanted it for herself When someone tried to ask her She slapped him hard on the cheek Not knowing how to respond They all watched her stalk away And asked the Duke who she was “Perhaps a maverick” was all he could say “Living at the end of time...”
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Fall In Love 04:17
Fall In Love (Lyrics: Moorcock, with additions by A. Bouchard; Music: A. Bouchard, with Falcone, Fleming, Moorcock) Albert Bouchard: Guitars, Bass, Piano, Drums, Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Organs, Synths Don Fleming: Lead & Backing Vocals Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals I looked for her everywhere The party was almost done She must have left with her Lord or gone of her own volition I boarded my locomotive I felt a hesitation She may be gone forever But if she has gone, she has gone I shall fall in love with her Yes in love I shall fall in love with her Love, love, love, love “Sleeping my dear?” said Lord Jag I was so pleased to see him He was diverted, then deserted Our friends nowhere to be seen He did see the time traveller But she went with my rival, it seems And maybe I could trade for her She of my passionate dreams I shall fall in love with her... Yes in love I shall fall in love with her Love, love, love, love Doomed, desired, deceived, and debunked Determined, destructive, and destiny’s fool Laudable, literal, and last of the lovers Until the dawn when passions can cool But those created by their friends Or who came to life full grown Could only try to understand  The need to love of the born I got carried away last night But I was persuaded today To go, to pursue her, to play to win A prince of the planets would say If mankind has any purpose at all It has found fulfillment in us We can be happy, indulge any fancy Or bathe in misery by choice I shall fall in love with her... Yes in love I shall fall in love with her Love, love, love, love
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Any Particular Interest (Lyrics: Moorcock; Music: Falcone, with Adams, Castellano, Fry, Moorcock, Pustelnik, Vibratus) Jsun Atoms: Lead Vocals Richie Castellano: Guitar Don Falcone: Piano, Clavinet, E-Percussion (Maracas, Claves, Boom) Craig Fry: Violin (Col Legno Battuto & Bowed) Michael Moorcock: Harmonica Ken Pustelnik: Drums Lux Vibratus: Bass Guitar The Human House is the largest in the menagerie… Neanderthal Man, Piltdown man, Religious Man, and Scientific Man “I have here… men and women of virtually every major period in our history” “Have you, my friends, any particular interest?”   …the most marvellous Celtic Twilight… the prehistoric Greek Golden Age, The British Renaissance, the Imperial American Confederation “Have you, my friends, any particular interest?”
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Dark Dominion (Lyrics: Moorcock, with additions by A. Bouchard; Music: A. Bouchard, with Falcone, Moorcock, Shernoff) Albert Bouchard: Guitars, Basses, Synths, Percussion, Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Mellotron, Synth Horns, Effected E-Bow Bass Guitar Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Andy Shernoff: Lead Vocals “The very best of us,” said the Lord As they travelled to the dark domain They sailed through skies of every hue Until that pall of snow and rain The sun never shone through those dark clouds The giant only loved light so dim Always lived in the usual place Except that brief Hell-making whim Rain fell upon the cobblestones Somewhere a sad bell tolled and tolled Suspicious giant barely let them in But to feed the agony of his soul Doom, doom, doom… Dark, damnation, dejection Doom, doom, doom… Dark dominion! He admitted he coveted the alien Wanted it for his menagerie And above all his misery To be taken seriously After lunch of the inedible The giant said the collections await The first building contained diseases The second held beings that change shape The human house was the next one Held the peoples from every age When they saw the time traveller At last they were face to face Doom, doom, doom… “And here’s the latest addition” As the giant so proudly said She was glaring red with rage He expected her to soften instead The visitor spoke words of concern But the lady firmly replied “You’re Depraved, corrupt, and abominable I’m now convinced that I have died And I’m in a more horrible Hell That no man could offer counter claims” So the giant politely asked her “How hot would you like the flames?” Doom, doom, doom…
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Seven Finger Solution (Lyrics: Mark Barkan; Music: Falcone, with Barkan, A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard, Dalby, Gold-Molina, Verdeaux) Albert Bouchard: Backing Vocals Joe Bouchard: Lead Vocals Andy Dalby: Guitars, Bass Guitar Don Falcone: Electric Piano Jack Gold-Molina: Drums Cyrille Verdeaux: Strings, Synth Flutes Jherek and the giant Need to make a trade Jherek wants Amelia And the giant, Yusharisp Lady Charlotina Has Yusharisp In her collection That’s the problem They have to solve But the giant is suspicious So Jherek and Lord Jagged Flatter the giant Concerning his menagerie When they assure him To make the trade The giant is convinced And they leave… Now Jherek and Jagged Must steal Yusharisp But they don’t know how So they seek the council Of the Iron Orchid And they find her on a checkered plain And Jherek sings the praises Of Mrs. Amelia Underwood… The Iron Orchid’s solution is To make a party for the Lady And find a way to steal Yusharisp when they get the chance Lord Jagged and Jherek Agree this will be the plan “We will steal the alien We will steal the alien. Yeah!”
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To Steal A Space Traveller (Lyrics: Moorcock, A. Bouchard; Music: Bainbridge, A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard, Falcone, McKella, Moorcock, Pustelnik, Shaw) Albert Bouchard: Chorus Vocals, Backing Vocals, “Stop Thief” Joe Bouchard: Lead Vocals Harvey Bainbridge: Synths (Wind, Machines, Arpeggiators) Don Falcone: Chorus Vocals, Keyboards, Electronic Percussion, Greg McKella: Guitars Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Ken Pustelnik: Drums Adrian Shaw: Bass Guitar Air car hovers Above Lake Billy the Kid Most ancient landmark A Lady lives up under its bed To steal a space traveller… mmm… mmm… To steal a space traveller To steal… Below the Lake The revels in full swing A hundred closest friends Noisy chaotic partying Jherek has no trouble He slips away from the fray To Lady Charlotina’s caverns And finds Yusharisp straight away  To steal a space traveller… Jherek tells him he liked his speech At the party the other day The space traveller is confused His speech a warning meant to sway To steal a space traveller… Thinking quickly Jherek says he meant refreshing The spaceman repeats his message Jherek offers to secure his escape As they leave they catch the eye Of Lady Charlotina -- undressed Floating in her force hammock Having sex with the last scientist “Who is that with you,” she asks Jherek says “My new specimen He is a time traveller From long ago, a Piltdown Man” (from long ago) Now there comes explanations When he arrived and how he speaks What he knows and how he got here What kind of time machine Yusharisp has had enough He scampers to the tunnel Leading away from the cavern Jherek running… To steal a space traveller… Shooting through the sky Dragging Yusharisp Into the locomotive To the giant and quick “Stop,” the Lady cried “Stop thief” Jherek feels his knees grow weak On a wave most exquisite “Will there be trouble?” says Yusharisp Jherek answers, “Yes, I think so” “Why do you do this for me?” “For Love” “For greater (skree skree skree) love, as we (roar) Say on our planet, hath (skree skree) No man’s (skree) ryof, chio, lar, oof” “It must be untranslatable” “Stop, stop, stop… stop thief”
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Virtue & Mrs. Amelia Underwood (Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard; Music: Bouchard, with Falcone, Moorcock, Wishart) Albert Bouchard: Virtue Guitar, Bass, Drums, Vocals; Mrs. Piano & Vocals Don Falcone: Virtue Rhythm Piano, String Ensembles, Celeste, & Organ Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Bridget Wishart: Mrs. A. U. EWI (Violin & Bassoon) Almost everyone was happy The giant fascinated by Yusharisp The alien thought he could go free Mrs. Underwood and Jherek could have their tryst   While she slept, he prepared her room Dressed himself completely in white Created colorful clothes for her And selected music of Charles Ives In the morning, he politely stomped upon her door But she told him she’d be happy if he went away When he asked how she liked her breakfast  Her tone was mocking and a little strained   “I’ve never been overfond of raw meat, sir And whisky isn’t my favorite breakfast drink” He said, “Perhaps the customs of your world are different Anything you want, I just touch my red ring”   And now Mrs. Underwood may I come in?” She said, “You’re the jailer here, do as you please Though you have abducted me and you have my body I guarantee you shall not have my soul”   Virtue, Virtue, Virtue He barely heard her as he drank in her beauty He offered her chocolate and beautiful garments She kicked them away and said, “These are not suitable For a well-bred lady, you must be thoughtless” At this point, he declared his love for her She began to realize the misunderstanding She was just a common housewife And not another kind of woman   He was getting frustrated with her misreading him Determined to try again he said, “I want to make love to you Does that mean nothing?”   “There is such a thing as Christian marriage Mr. Carnelian, Such love you speak of is sanctioned by society Only if the two people involved are married If you want to learn, I shall not stand in your way”   Virtue, Virtue, Virtue   “I have lived in India and visited Africa There are few places in the Empire I haven’t seen My father was a missionary teaching Christian virtues Therefore…”   “Virtue, virtue, that is it Will you teach me virtue Mrs. Underwood?” “Virtue, virtue” She sighed, “How can a good Christian refuse?”   Virtue... (Virtue, that is it!) Mrs. Amelia Underwood…
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Learning The Art (Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard; Music: Erickson, with Avery, A. Bouchard, Falcone, Shropshire, Willey, York) Ryan Avery: Violins Albert Bouchard: Lead Vocals, Drums Doug Erickson: Acoustic Guitars Don Falcone: Piano, Electronic Percussion Craig Shropshire: Udu, Kanjira Dave Willey: Accordion Steve York: Bass Guitar Learning the art Of riding a bicycle A pleasant time, together Singing old songs  With the harmonium Drakes Drum and There’ll Always Be An England Desire to go back To lovers immortal Without a time machine Technically impossible “Reconcile yourself You must spend eternity Mrs. Amelia Underwood Spend it here with me And as for virtue Tell me tales of chivalry About Sir Percival In ruby, gold, and ebony” She thinks for a moment What freedom might mean Freedom from fear, from care From harsher emotion Questioning the wisdom Of teaching virtue With Satan not evident A holiday for the human race “But you are unhappy Mr. Carnelian Never seen you that way We must cheer you A good brisk walk has A palliative effect… I’ll get my hat” Awkwardly in his arms She does not resist Lips touch in a kiss Ecstasy never known Her trembling precious form “My own dear Jherek” And then, She’s gone “Mrs. Amelia Underwood!” “Mrs. Amelia Underwood!”
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Back To 1896 04:28
Back To 1896 (Lyrics: Moorcock, with additions by A Bouchard; Music: A. Bouchard, with Erickson, Falcone, Moorcock) Albert Bouchard: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Percussion Doug Erickson: Lead & Rhythm Guitar Don Falcone: Piano, Organ, Synth Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Jherek suspected the lady Had her revenge on him So he went to see his mother To see what happened   She said “Oh, Oh, The great Jherek Has been brought so low, yeah… Oh, Oh, The house of Carnelian In ruins, Oh, Oh   What can you do Jherek? You are damned and on the wane Fate has singled you out As it has me, for a life of pain There’s no solution, no escape You’ve been granted ecstasy But so brief, that you might suffer All the more exquisitely” (suffer exquisitely) He asked what Lady Charlotina planned “Not sure,” was her answer Only that she granted  Mrs. Underwood’s heart’s desire (Her heart’s desire) “Is this not what you wanted I seem to recall some plan You courted disaster When you courted that woman” He said “I am thoroughly in love My passion rules me I am totally in love This is no longer a game” She said “Do not struggle against your destiny Shake not your fist at uncompromising luck Plead not for mercy from the Norns For they are blind and deaf, Jherek” (Deaf, dumb, and blind) And so he went to Lady Charlotina Pleaded she expose Mrs. Underwood’s fix And she revealed that she had sent her Back to Bromley, Kent in 1896 “I must pursue her Across a million years if be And bring her back You must help me Oh, won’t you please send me” “Back to 1896, send me...”
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Quest For Bromley (Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard; Music: Erickson, with A. Bouchard, A. M. Castelleno, R. Castellano, Falcone, Oxymoron, Shropshire, Wishart) Albert Bouchard: Additional End Vocals Doug Erickson: Acoustic & Electric Guitars Anne Marie Castellano: Vocals Richie Castellano: Vocals Don Falcone: Synths, Pianos, Samples (Greek Beats) Monty Oxymoron: Cajon, Shaker, Frying Pan Craig Shropshire: Udu Bridget Wishart: EWI (Choir, Bells) A sphere full of milky fluid Small and battered, old and used Scorch marks on metallic sides Traveller floats in a rubber suit Jherek gingerly touches Pitted metal, cracks welded over The inventor speaks: “This machine It’s as safe as any other” “You are a martyr Jherek” Lady Charlotina sighs “You may perish in the service Of temporal exploration” “You’ll be remembered a hero Crucified tempestuous time traveller A Casanova of the Chrononauts Upon the cross of time” In his right hand she presses A translation pill In his left  A crushed rose of bluish-green “Speed through the hours my Horus Through the days and months and centuries” “As Hitler sped to Eva As Oscar sped to Bosie (’boysie’) On, on, I am moved, I am entranced Like Von Beck when he touched The Holey Pale I am faint with rapture” The instruments float in the fluid A dial comes to life, red and green Then two more, blue and yellow Faster faster white lights flashing And then a gurgling noise Liquid becoming darker He feels pain, and tries to scream He’s on his way He passes out
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Thank You For The Fog (Lyrics: Falcone & Moorcock; Music: Falcone, with A. Bouchard, Dalby, Moorcock) Albert Bouchard: Drums, Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals Andy Dalby: Guitars Don Falcone: Lead & Backing Vocals, Organ, Samples (Ethnic Drums) Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Thank you for the cold air blowing (through the time machine’s ruptured wall) Thank you for the darkness (beyond the crack) Thank you for the hard man-made surface (at the water’s edge) Thank you for the flight (steps leading through the mist) Thank you for the dim… light Thank you for the fog Thank you for the gas lamp Thank you for the river Thames Thank you for the alley (it leads to shops and homes with treasures) And the more intense light ahead Thank you for human… figures Thank you for the black beast emerging from the fog 4, 3, 2, 1 “A horse,” he cried, “It is a horse!” He had often made his own, but not an original He heard a shout, so he shouted back, cheering and waving his arms The horse, he drew, so picture this! A tall black carriage and a man with a whip… He was shouting And the Horse stood on its hind legs, Waving Then a strike to his head made him… Fall down As the horse and carriage clattered past… and Disappeared into the fog Do you know what happened to me? After taking a translation pill “Swore he was a foreigner” Said the first to give their take “You was knocked darn by an ‘ansom You waved and made it rear up, didn’t you?” Now I know what happened to me After the painted lady helped me up “That’s all right lovey ‘Ad one too many myself... I reckon” A kind snoozer calls me a lord Then dresses me up for a trip To room and board with a view of the river (Thank you for the river) Two travelling bags, he unpacks in our room loaded, all loaded, with empty bags Lights go out and he disappears Returning until each bag is full Snoozer says it is swag And do not call me snoozer! Do you know what happened to me? After smiling, and the bill was paid A boy appears to help us Takes our load to a carriage I say “thank you” and tell him They’re “full of Snoozer’s swag” (yeah) Now I know what happened to me After someone says “I’ve been robbed!” And here comes a bang! And Snoozer’s shot brings one officer down Thank you for the cold air blowing (through the getaway’s moving path) Thank you for the carriage (beyond the chase) Thank you for the little candles burning (in houses flying by) Thank you for the flight (steps leading through the mist) Thank you for the hideaway and nothingness Thank you for the fog Thank you for teaching me the rhythm Of fear Thank you for the noises, one morning (they seem to be making for me) Thank you for the strong grip on my shoulder Thank you for leading me (to your paddy wagon) Thank you for the relief (of leaving this prison, this misery, this past) “Don’t thank me, lad, They’ll ‘ang you for this one”
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Old Friends With New Faces (Lyrics: Falcone, with Moorcock; Music: Erickson, with A. Bouchard, Falcone, Moorcock, Sears, Shropshire, York) Albert Bouchard: Lead & Backing Vocals, Electric Guitars, Drums Doug Erickson: Acoustic Guitars Don Falcone: Synths, Piano, Organ, “I’m on a wooden rig...” Vocals Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals Paul Sears: Acoustic Drums Craig Shropshire: Phased Udu Steve York: Bass Guitar You’ve changed man You’re not the same As the god I knew At the end of time You’re a changed man, Dressed in black With a gavel and a wig That anyone could dig I’ve got another man Also in black, It must be a fad When the things go bad. And he says… “I’ve got a new dead friend Plus one invisible one So sad, it seems He’s the dead friend’s dad” In-sanity Your lie for me You’ve changed Lord Jag You’ve got a new name And your body language Is a foreign tongue But our lady is here And you are here With two old friends We can go back What’s that she says? “It’s all right now” What’s that she says? “They will not believe the truth” What’s that she says? “No one would” What’s that she writes? “I do love you” I’m a changed man I might not be the dancer I was At the end of time I’m a changed man I might not be the dancer I was... I’ve got old friends in high places I’ve got old friends with new faces I’ve got old friends up in heaven I’ve got old friends down in hell “I’m on a wooden rig, a primitive time machine… I’ve got a hood over my head, and I’m ready to travel in time… they just want me to hang, and I, I just want to move…” I’ve got old friends in high places I’ve got old friends with new faces I’ve got old friends up in heaven I’ve got old friends down in hell
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Noh Poetry Records is proud to re-release the first album for the Michael Moorcock "Dancer At The End Of Time" trilogy (originally released September 11, 2018). This re-release includes two items that were only included with the boxed version of the 2018 release: the Lyrics for An Alien Heat book and instrumental versions of each song. Additionally, the lyric book is updated with "scene" descriptions for each song.

An Alien Heat at the End of a Multiverse… re-imagined by Don Falcone, Albert Bouchard (BÖC), & Michael Moorcock, with Blue Öyster Cult family members Joe Bouchard, Richie Castellano, & Donald “Buck Dharma” Roeser, Hawkwind family members Harvey Bainbridge, Adrian Shaw, Mick Slattery, & Bridget Wishart, plus Andy Dalby (Arthur Brown’s Kingdom Come), Monty Oxymoron (The Damned), Ken Pustelnik (The Groundhogs), Jonathan Segel (Camper Van Beethoven), Andy Shernoff (The Dictators), Lux Vibratus (Nektar), and more…

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released September 11, 2018

Produced by Don Marino Falcone.

Additional Credits & Thanks
Artwork: Jilaen Sherwood
Layout and Design: Karen Anderson
Mastering: Robert Rich

Personal thank yous from Don:
To my cousin Bill LaVia, who first introduced me
to the worlds of Moorcock, and to John Capozzi,
for his continued joy in all things BÖC.

Additional thanks to Eric Bloom who introduced
Mike’s works to Al, and to Linda & Michael Moorcock
for their continued support.

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As of 2024, Spirits Burning have released 18 albums, featuring over 270 musicians.
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