Alien Injection (Falcone) Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . . Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . . It's an alien injection, that's what she needs An alien injection for all our infections One little boost to see the up and the coming A solution we pray: Help is on the way Saw her today, she looked dead It could be, I heard she died Scan the paper, touch the ink She finally got her name in print That's all I see, that's all I need I don't know time, I don't know space Lots of creatures just like her They dance with rhythm, then they pull away Rattle and reach — I come apart Rattle and reach — to put together again Rattle and reach — make images Rattle and reach — to dig out . . . Send her flowers she can't wear Send a card that she can't read This happens when the children stay Out too late and really start to play And the boat that she rows on the delta narrow is an antique ship that salt water will rip And the scarf-covered course that once bridled a horse Soon tames a black cat and makes others grow fat Rattle and reach — I come apart Rattle and reach — to put together again Rattle and reach — make images Rattle and reach — to dig out . . . Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . . Dig a the, Dig a the, Dig a the earth . . . It's an alien injection, that's what she needs An alien injection for all our infections One little boost to see the up and the coming A solution we pray, and help is on the way Rattle and reach — I come apart Rattle and reach — to put together again Rattle and reach — make images Rattle and reach — to dig out and dig in (Just give it a day, help is on its way) I like to wear my alien close to my heart It's such a cool t-shirt, I bought 2 right from the start I guess you could say I treat it like a piece of art This alien that I wear so close to my heart I've got a round alien ball to boot She comes to life when I squeeze her roots I keep it in a box, in a closet, in a room, in a house, in a country, in a world, in a planet, and I hope she'll live forever Mmm . . . I hope she'll live forever . . .

New Religion (T. Williams) Religion pretends to be your friend Well, it's gonna get you in the end Blessed are those that kill each other that cheat each other that lie to one another In the name of god Well, in the name of religion Divisions of nations All from the same creation Bloodshed forgiven When for the sake of religion

Alpha Harmony (Thom) You better grab your headphones son because We're entering the region of endless night . . . Nighttime in the alligator pool Where the ripples of eyes stare out at you Watching across the big pond Watery is the consciousness When you are 30,000 feet in the air There is no alternative there, you are high To fit into the ark around you: 2 of every creature So you've dropped blood all over your instrument In your disease and desire to play Say the unknown, it's all we know Because we've left the unknown alone today So it was you on that spaceship you saw at midnight Say the cords are too tight You better grab your headphones son because . . .

Every Gun Plays Its Own Tune (Moorcock) The Bishop and Mitzi were on the rampage She full of lust, he full of rage Looking for victims they hoped to convert Stopped in the fifties and there found a cert . . . They got me again, they got me again Oh, lord, they got me again I was holed out in 'fifty' and having some fun When I heard Mitzi coming Caught the sound of her gun Bang-bang-bang. Here come the gang Bang-bang-bang-bang! The Bishop and Mitzi, they found him at last Stuck in a time-slip on his was to the past He cried out for mercy, but they only laughed As they took him in to remind him of sin . . . They got me again . . . Pierrot, poor Pierrot must become Harlequin Learn about sin, drugs, whisky and gin Such a bad convert that’s the thing about him He’ll forget all his lessons in time . . .

Logger’s Revenge (Brian Tawn Speak!) Songs, demos, project The lyrics to this novel Songs, demos, project The only opportunity The only opportunity The clips heard here The only opportunity (I hope you’ve enjoyed them)

Future Memories (Falcone) The toys you're playin' with Are made to break and steal The games you're playin' out Teach how to shout and kill The money in your hand Will buy your food and clothes The paper forms you fill out Each truth and lie they slowly show Can you handle the future memories Can you handle them one by one Can you handle the future memories Can you handle them one by one The girl you're lookin at You know you wanna use her The girl you're goin'with You know you're gonna lose her The only friend you've got Is leavin in the morn The only life you've got Starts to die when you are born Can you handle the future memories Can you handle them one by one Can you handle the future memories Can you handle them one by one

The Entropy Tango (Moorcock) My pulse rate stood at zero When I first saw my Pierrot My temperature rose to ninety-nine When I beheld my Columbine Sigh, sigh, sigh . . . For love that's oft denied Cry, cry, cry . . . My lips remain unsatisfied I'm yearning so for my own Pierrot As we dance the Entropy Tango! I'll weep, weep, weep Till he sweeps me off my feet My heart will beat, beat, beat, And my body lose its heat Oh, life no longer seems so sweet Since that sad Pierrot became my beau And taught me the Entropy Tango So flow, flow, flow . . . As the rains turn into snow And it's slow, slow, slow . . . As the colours lose their glow The Winds of Limbo no longer blow For cold Columbine and her pale Pierrot As we dance the Entropy Tango! And it's kiss, kiss, kiss Fear and hate we have dismissed And it’s wish, wish, wish . . . For a better world than this . . . So say goodbye to pain and woe . . . And we’ll stop the Entropy Tango . . .

Another World (Wishart) The sun hits your eyes It’s a very bright light But it’s a cool dawn Tired from the night past Danced and loved and really laughed There’s always more Walk down the street Feeling like a stranger Never been like this before Been lost in a dream And thought it was real Oh Lord It takes you by surprise When the wind cleans the skies And it’s crystal clear When your feelings run high And you need to know why Well the answer’s here It’s a pretty good life Always worth a try Letting go your fear Waiting for the night Getting it right It won’t disappear It hits your eyes . . . It’s another world When the sun shines bright It feels so good And it feels so right It’s another day So full of life Can’t give it away It’s another day . . .

The Hawk (Falcone) The Hawk in my room won't leave me alone Choose your friends well to get to the heart The hawk in my room won't leave me alone Choose your friends well with time to depart In my room of privacy A voice takes me to fantasy Go to bed boy and we will dream Go to bed boy, over and out The Hawk in my room won't leave me alone He's here on the wall He's here in my soul He's the worse thing that I've ever owned He cuts to the bone Learn to tear and learn to die Anger from the core he makes me fly Just a start of eyes of fire Don't know why I never tire The Hawk in my room won't leave me alone He's here on the wall He's here in my soul He's the worse thing that I've ever owned He cuts to the bone The Hawk in my room won't leave me alone Choose your friends well to get to the heart The hawk in my room won't leave me alone Choose your friends well with time to depart

Ingleborough (Moorcock) The stage that sparked a conjurer Who magics wonders for the crowd To bow and to bend And to balance and spin The bubble of diplomacy Above the heads of those who would be king

Upturned Dolphin (Neville-Neil) Shiny silver clam Pearl as bright as a flame Cool luminous gem Upturned dolphin fins Holding a crystal bubble Gently to the sky

Salome (Wishart) Salome! Herodias! Golden and gleaming Fountain of youth Oh pity for mother (Herodias) Never told you the truth Herodias, adulteress, mother of Salome, Salome Salome, the golden Heard her mother's wails (Herodias, adulteress) Danced the seven veils . . . Herodias, adulteress, mother of Salome, Salome Salome, the golden, Heard her mother's wails Danced the seven veils . . . Herodias, adulteress, mother of Salome, Salome

Montfallcon (Moorcock) I hear you weeping in the night Oh my queen If you were only woman and not Albion These sweet wives I’d leave I recall your yearning flesh Your high despairing breath Your innocence, your lust My pleasure in your pain I breathe your name I hold the hair to my ears, oh madam So that I no longer hear to sleep.