Music by Falcone, with additional material by the crew; Lyrics by Falcone & Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals, Extra Claps Jasper Pattison: Bass Guitars Gitta Mackay: Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Keys and Percussion Detlev Everling: French Horn You hide your face Death hides so much more Courtesan to the rich, dying for the cause Like your pretty beads and veil Ladoux's hand obscures the trail Life behind the mask was dark Without the ritual and dance It's a crying shame. You played the game One against another It's a crying shame, You played the game My undercover lover Our shining star, You fell so far Caught up in alibis Our shining star, You fell so far Lost in truth and lies In our eye of the day, You are swept so far away In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sight In our eye of the day, You are swept so far away In the dark of the night, Truth is kept out of sight There are things you cannot see, There are things you cannot find There are things you cannot be, No way to turn back time There are things you cannot see, Places you cannot find There are things you cannot be, There's no way to turn back time

Music by Wishart & Plumley, with additional material by the crew; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Trey Sabatelli: Acoustic Drum Kit Purjah: Flute, Clarinet Martin Plumley: Guitars Claire Grainger: Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Synth Water Click, Samples Sarah Evans: Backing Vocals Michael Clare: Bass Guitar In order to be ruler You were married to your brother But you never heard What your Generals had to say You came from exile into power Took Caesar as your lover And when your brother drowned You just wed another You are the most famous queen That this world has ever seen Though your legendary looks are a lie Cleopatra it’s true Both Caesar and Marc Anthony Fell in love with you . . . Caesar's slaughter in the Senate Brought an end to life in Rome You and your son Caesarion Had to run for home An assassination Put your boy upon the throne You were rich beyond your dreams And yet you were alone You had the country at your feet Proclaiming you unique They worshipped you as Pharaoh Two thousand years ago Cleopatra it’s true . . . You enticed Lord Marc Anthony Dressed as Goddess Aphrodite He filled your life with laughter And ended it in agony Octavian wrecked your lives Spurring you to suicide Queen of queens You wrecked his dreams Escaping him to immortality You are the most famous queen That this world has ever seen Though your legendary looks are a lie Your seductive charm Kept your Kingdom safe from harm And reached out to nations far and wide You had the country at your feet . . .

Music by Davey; Lyrics by Wishart & Falcone Bridget Wishart: Vocals Don Falcone: Vocals, Udu, Samples Alan Davey: Synths, Drum Programming Turns to gold . . . Don't you see what's happening? Our dreams are changing The lines of life in our hands Shiny and cold . . . Gold . . . It’s a curse what makes it worse is your desire It’s a curse what makes it worse is your desire Your desire -- The Midas Touch This is what's occurring, dreams are turning The lines of our hands, are forever burning Turns to gold . . . Don't you see what's happened? My dream has changed us And your lines of life . . . Touch, touch, touch Aaaaah The Midas Touch . . .

Written by Falcone & Wishart, with additions by Allen, Bainbridge, Mhlanga, Radford; Translated into Shona & Ndebele by Sindisiwe Mhlanga Bridget Wishart: Female Vocals Jay Radford: Rhythm Guitar Sindisiwe Mhlanga: Female Vocals Don Falcone: Analog & Digital Percussives Harvey Bainbridge: Synths Daevid Allen: Guitar (Bass Frequencies), Male Vocals Chaminuka! Chaminuka mufemberi, mufemberi, mufemberi Chaminuka wukaona, Vasina mabvi Lobengula Nduna YamaNdebele Nduna YamaNdebele, Nduna YamaNdebele Lobengula, Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke White intruder Chaminuka Chaminuka had a vision, had a vision, had a vision Chaminuka had a vision, Vasina mabvi Vasina mabvi — Those without knees Vasina mabvi, Vasina Nyiku iy ine upfumi Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo Ivhu namatombo Ivhu namatombo Veikaichiva vasina mabvi — Those without knees This country rich in land and gems Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo This country rich in land and gems Ivhu namatombo ivhu namatombo Caught the eye of western men Chaminuka mufemberi, Mufemberi mufemberi Chamiuka mufemberi wukaona Vasina mabvi — Those without knees Lobengula Nduna YamaNdebele Nduna YamaNdebele, Nduna YamaNdebele Lobengula, Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke White intruder Abamhlope bamuthathela kunke Lost it all to the white intruder Chaminuka had a vision, had a vision had a vision Chaminuka had a vision — Vasina mabvi Those without knees — Vasina mabvi Across the land blood and mayhem Blood and mayhem, Blood and mayhem Across the land blood and mayhem Can all this death be forgiven? Nyika yakava mvongamupopoto Ropa rakaerera, Ropa rakaerera Mvongamupopoto Tingareregerera here kufa kwakadai Tingareregerera here kufa kwakadai

Music by Allen, Falcone, Hill, Marks, Swindells, Wishart; Lyrics by Swindells & Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Steve Swindells: Piano, Synth Pad, Lead Vocals, Background Vocals Trey Sabatelli: Drums Toby Marks (Banco de Gaia): Bass Keith Hill: Guitar Don Falcone: Arrangement, Samples Daevid Allen: Guitars You've got to cut down to shut down to open up, if you please. Before you cut down to see the wood before the trees. The trees and lakes The rocks and sand We take our place and keep the land So let’s get all our stuff In a great big rocket And point it past the sun And the first thing, the first thing is the first thing that comes into your head. Don't fight it, 'cos it's right (the first thing), and it points the way ahead. It’s a rocket to the end of the line (the first thing). That's a rocket — it's a rocket to the end of the line. Intuitive, impulsive, it's a natural recognition . . . Sleep on silk Drown in fur Bathe in milk Call me sir Our fantasies are going to change The world no longer is our stage Intuitive, impulsive, it’s a natural. The primary focus it’s . . . is an imprint, an acceptance; It’s a rocket, it’s a rocket . . . The first thing, And the first thing (it’s a rocket), the first thing (it’s a rocket) is the first thing that comes into your head. Don't fight it, 'cos it's right (don’t fight it), and it points the way ahead. (Rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket) It’s a rocket, It’s a rocket (it’s a rocket). It’s a rocket to the end of the line. Intuitive, impulsive . . . it’s the first thing . . .

Music by Falcone, with additions by Bainbridge, Jeter, Potter, Smith, Wishart; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Scotty Smith: Tambourines, Shakers Nic Potter: Bass Guitar* Jerry Jeter: Acoustic Guitars Don Falcone: Strings, Mellotron, Strike Drums Harvey Bainbridge: Synths *Recorded by Aaron Phillips [On tour with Hawkwind in 1989/90, Bridget sung these lyrics (in their original form) during Night of The Hawks.] Heavens hide behind the brightest stars Heavens above so near, so far Heavenly hosts, Empyrean Gods Shine out from primordial dark Polaris lies on the Big Bear’s back Over the north celestial pole Both map and mirror, show us the way But no one can show us the whole . . . Hydra the watersnake glides through the sky Berenice’s Hair is ever close by Straight up above Great Bear prowls Lit in glory by the Seven Starred Plough

Written by Wishart, Falcone, House, & Seigfried; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Karl E.H. Seigfried: Contrabass, Upright Bass Simon House: Violins Erin Fusco: “Peasant Priest” Choir Don Falcone: Keyboards, Loops, Strike Drums, “Peasant Priest” Choir Karen Anderson: “Peasant Priest” Choir Alexandra prays for the life of her son While Russia's Boys die one by one Alexandra fights for the life of her son A pointless war that never can be won Victoria you were victorious In your plans for her and Nicholas But Victoria it’s obvious Your blood betrayed The Romanov's Alexandra . . . Alexandra refuses to count the blows Blocks out the cries of those Who fight and fall Alexandra ignores all the pain and woe Of the soldiers she'll never know Nor miss nor mourn Alexandra . . . The peasant priest your holy seer Whose prayers and pleas you hold so dear Has helped to bring your family down You lost your lives and the Royal Crown Alexandra prayed for the life of her son While Russian boys died one by one Alexandra’s life ended facing a gun Her family dying one by one

Music by Falcone, with additions by Bainbridge, Pattison, Radford, Sabatelli; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Trey Sabatelli: Acoustic Drums Jay Radford: Electric Guitars Jasper Pattison: Bass Guitars Don Falcone: Rhythm Synths, E-Drums Harvey Bainbridge: Synths It's so hard to see the way you are Lost in history’s deep deceptive heart And it’s not very easy, to read between the lines Queen of Ghosts — I got left behind So let your nature tear the veil from our eyes Let the facts we discover be our prize Let your story reach into our lives Twisted words, Scattered truths Can we touch the real you? Twisted tales, Shattered views Can we touch the real you? Can we touch the real you? Clear the confusion that the legends hold Trying to make the circle whole Understanding your proper role Suspending belief in what we’re told So let my sight open wide to your true guise Let the night make me wise deep inside Let your light shine bright by my side Hecate

Original song (words & music) by Don Falcone, with additions by Anderson, Clare, Hensel, Mackay & Wishart Bridget Wishart: Lead Vocals Gitta Mackay: Vocals Frank Hensel: Lead Guitar, Additional Synths Don Falcone: Vibes, Ambient Piano, Percussion, Strings, Tron Michael Clare: Bass Guitar Karen Anderson: Rhythm Guitar When you're sitting on a goldmine sign on the dotted line and don't forget the flashlight be sure you'll want some more When you're sitting on a goldmine do all things in their time and decorate your hearts delight be ready for the tour Heavy . . . Heavy the mind when your soul weighs a ton Heavy . . . Heavy the mind . . . when your sitting on a goldmine. When you're sitting on a goldmine chop off a piece for the little ones they can sit by your side, with their mouths open wide Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die Heavy the mind... when your soul cannot die Heavy the mind... when you’re sitting on a goldmine When you're sitting on a goldmine do you have to pull apart the day from the dream When you're sitting on a goldmine are you stepping up or down to high esteem When you're sitting on a goldmine chop off a piece for the little ones they can sit by your side with their mouths open wide Heavy the mind . . . when your soul weighs a ton No one can kill the things that cannot die Heavy the mind . . .

Music by Wishart & Plumley, with additions by the crew; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Martin Plumley: Guitars Don Falcone: Keys (Strings, Organ) Renate Everling: Double Bass Like you say like you say, like you do another day Like you say like you do, like you do with me and you He said if you follow me I'll give you immortality So I walked between the lines I lost and found my mind. Is this real? Is this true? Who can tell me what to do? This is me. Where are you? Can someone tell me what to do? All I see touches and amazes, Drives me crazy, drives me crazy All I see touches and amazes Drives me crazy, to my soul Where can I go to get back home? To the place I left behind How could I know I loved you so? How could I be so blind? Is this real? Is this true? There was me, there was you Set me free, make me new I cannot be without you All I see touches and amazes . . . There is beauty here and life Shades of grey and black and white There is duty, fear and strife Eternal days, endless nights Endless nights

Written by Allen, Falcone, Rockwell, Seigfried, Wishart; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Karl E. H. Seigfried: Bass Teed Rockwell: Warr Guitar Purjah: Sitar, Bansuri Flute, Bells, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Hand Claps Don Falcone: Synths, Percussion Daevid Allen: Gliss & Rhythm Guitars Janni fire burned your body, Janni Jahanara, Beautiful and clever But he never won the crown. Janni dwelt in luxury But was forbidden to marry. Jahanara The Taj Mahal was built to hold your mother Best beloved of your father. Janni sought freedom in captivity Exploring her humanity Jahanara soul sister. Reaching up through time To the end of the line. Janni, Janni. Jahanara. Jahanara Janni your life is a memory, Your death is history.

Original song by Falcone & Wishart, with additions by the crew Max Wynter: Trumpets Bridget Wishart: Lead Vocals Jerry Jeter: Male Vocals Don Falcone: Bass Guitar, Percussion Steve Bemand: Electric Guitar Inside, tied to me Better hope the water's lying Better pray I'm not carrying Nurturing, encircling Blood is false Skin is teasing Life, a life, alive . . . Could I be bringing A creature into this world? Oh, could I be carrying A creature into this world? Watch out for sparks! That tear, and scar That leave a mark That burn and char Inside, tied to me Better hope the water's lying Better pray I'm not carrying Nurturing, encircling Blood is false Skin is teasing Life, a life, alive Could I be bringing A creature into this world? Oh, could I be carrying A creature into this world? Watch out for sparks! . . . Ahhhhh . . . Pray, pray and pray, pray and pray I'm not ever, a host or a home, No, not a mother Pray, pray and pray, pray and pray for a baby . . . Pray, pray and pray, for a baby, maybe . . .

Original song by Bridget Wishart, with additions by the crew Bridget Wishart: Vocals, EWI Mac McIntyre: Bass Don Falcone: Keyboards, Percussion David Falcone: Acoustic Guitar Karen Anderson: Finger Cymbals, Conga Lady Jane . . . Used and abused Over and again Oh poor sweet Lady Jane Passed from pillar to post Lived with killers and ghosts A victim of a plot A tool for men at court You were only seventeen When they forced you to be queen Kept the Catholics from the crown Kept our Mary down You were only seventeen When they forced you to be queen Kept the Catholics from the crown Kept our Mary down Lady Jane . . . Grey was the day When Mary signed your life away Grey was your name Blood ran from your veins Oh poor sweet Lady Jane I never wanted to be made your bride I will never make you king she cried I never asked to be queen she sighed They said I might go home but they lied I never wanted to be made your bride I will never make you king she cried I never asked to be queen she sighed They said I might go home but they lied Lady Jane . . . It’s a shame such a shame That your reign nine day reign Was a cruel and heartless game

Music by Falcone for quiet celebrations, with additions by the crew; Lyrics by Wishart Bridget Wishart: Vocals Scotty Smith: Cymbals Purjah: Guitars, 12-String Bass Jerry Jeter: Backing Vocals Don Falcone: Strings Renate Everling: Double Bass Detlev Everling: French Horn Alan Davey: Spacey and Airy Synths Tired eyes, search the sky Awaiting your return Saw you fly, way up high Hidden by the sun Rain comes down, makes a sound Just like beating hearts Stick around, until you’ve found The perfect place to start Holding hands around your world Every soul a stepping stone Part of you is part of me Into infinity Holding hands around your world Many minds Are asking why You should have it all Catch the wind Sail up high And listen for a call We’re holding hands We’re holding hands

Written by Falcone and Wishart, with additions by the crew; Lyrics by Wishart; Final mix by Danny Caccavo Bridget Wishart: Vocals, Whistle Jasper Pattison: Bass Guitar Don Falcone: Keys (Wah & Distorted Guitars, Synths, Piano, Organs, Strings, Choir, Bass), Strike Programming, Samples Louise Bialik: Backing Vocals Steve Bemand: Lead Guitar & Gliss Guitar Ra ruled the world
Banned Nut from birth
But Thoth won moonlight
That helped Her children come to Earth Leaping round the flames. Fire from the moon Shouting sacred names. Great, strong and true Ashes from the fire On the altar of dreams Strength of desire Expresses its needs Dance, Dance Gods now are borning 5 more days are dawning The prize of Silene's light Set creation right Creation right Ashes from the fire On the altar of dreams Strength of desire Expresses its needs Dance, Dance, Dance in a trance Power that she gives fills everything that lives Power that she gives fills everything that lives In the end its done, then comes the sun In the end its done, then comes the sun Dance, Dance Arms held up high Chanting to the sky In dark there was light If the legends do not lie Ashes from the fire On the altar of dreams Strength of desire Expresses its needs