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