Written by Brazieal, Carter, Diamant, Falcone, Kopecky, Kniveton, Rule, Wileman Ileesha Bailey: Vocals Capt. Black: Synth Pads Scott Brazieal: Holy Piano, Holy Bells, & Holy Organ Dan Carter: Drums Herb Diamant: Tenor Saxes Don Falcone: Mellotron, Dub Organ, Sea Moving Piano, Turntable Amy Hedges: Ambient Interlude Clarinet William Kopecky: Bass Guitars Cyndee Lee Rule: Violin (Viper) Richard Wileman: Electric Guitars, Ambient Interlude Piano Pad

Written by Allen, Brazieal, Clark, Falcone, Kopecky, Parra; this track originated as a single-take solo performance by Graham Daevid Allen: Guitar Karen Anderson: “Spouting Horn” Sample Scott Brazieal: Keyboards Graham Clark: Violin Don Falcone: Synth Click, Intro Arrangement William Kopecky: Bass Guitar, Bass Soundscapes, & Backwards Loops Gary Parra: Drums

Written by Allen, Brazieal, Diamant, Falcone, Kniveton, Parra, Purves, Sabatelli, Seigfried Daevid Allen: Electric Guitars Capt. Black: Space Synth Pads Scott Brazieal: Organ Herb Diamant: Bassoons Don Falcone: Piano, Turntable Gary Parra: Drums Part 1 & 2 Purjah: Acoustic Guitar Trey Sabatelli: Drums Part 2 Karl E. H. Seigfreid: Double Bass

Written by Allen, Diamant, Diehl, Falcone, Seigfried Daevid Allen: “Right” Rhythm & Lead Guitars Herb Diamant: Bassoon Joe Diehl: Dark “Left” Guitar Don Falcone: Percussion, Saw Synth, Keys (English Accordian) Karl E. H. Seigfried: Bass

Written by Diamant, Diehl, Falcone, Jeter, Jones, Yaskovich; features ancient material from a jam at my cousin Ernie’s house in the days that he, Barney, and Greg were in Mars Everywhere Herb Diamant: Flutes, Tenor Saxes, Bassoons Joe Diehl: Glue Guitars Don Falcone: Carnival Organ, Modern & Ancient Pianos Jerry Jeter: “Bass” Vocals Barney Jones: Ancient Synths Greg Yaskovich: Ancient Psychedelic Guitars

(An Ancient Psychedelic Performance @ The Tail End of Youth) Song by Diehl, Falcone, Falcone, Jones, Purves, Seigfried, Smith,Yaskovich; features Pinball Wizardry & other ancient material from the times of Mars Everywhere Joe Diehl: Ashland Gliss & Blues Rhythm Guitar Don Falcone: Mellotron, Ancient Synths, 21st Century Arrangement Ernie Falcone: Ancient Couch Voice Barney Jones: Ancient Psychedelic Performance Purjah: Sitar, Gamelan, Bansuri, Bells, Bombard Karl E. H. Seigfried: Double Bass Scotty Smith: Assorted Diagnostic Madness Greg Yaskovich Ancient Psychedelic Performance

Music by Carter, Clare, Falcone, Kniveton, Wileman, Wishart; Lyrics by Wishart Capt Black: Synth Dan Carter: Drums Michael Clare: Bass Don Falcone: Arrangement, Effects Richard Wileman: Acoustic & Electric Guitars Bridget Wishart: Martian Vocals

Music by Allen, Clare, Falcone, Purves, Rule, Sabatelli, Wishart Daevid Allen: Electric Guitars Michael Clare: Bass Don Falcone: Strings, Arrangement, Effects Cyndee Lee Rule: Violin Purjah: Sax Trey Sabatelli: Drums Bridget Wishart: EWI Bass & Mid-Bass Synth

Written by Allen, Falcone, Parra, Rule, Seigfried Daevid Allen: Shimmer Guitar, Dirty Guitar, Don Falcone: String Pads, Arrangement Gary Parra: Drums Cyndee Lee Rule: Viper Violin Karl E. H. Seigfreid: Double Bass

Lyrics by Falcone; Music by Allen, Falcone, Jeter, Purjah, Sabatelli, Wilson, Yarbrough Daevid Allen: i. Vocals; iii-iv. Vocals, Gliss Guitar Don Falcone: Lyrics & Arrangement; iii-iv. Organ, Piano Jerry Jeter: i-iii: Electric Guitars iv. Electric Guitars & Vocals Purjah: i. Acoustic Guitars; ii. Acoustc Guitar, Additional Electric Guitar; iii. Flutes, Additional Distorted Guitar; iv. Acoustic Guitars Trey Sabatelli: i-iv. Drums Randy Wilson: i. Moog; ii. Vocals, Piano, Harpsichord, Moog, Tron; iii-iv. Moog, Mellotron Pete Yarbrough: i. Cello; ii. Bass Guitar, Cello; iii. Cello; iv. Bass Guitar The Book Of Luana Lyrics by Falcone (i) Luana Doom! Luana, Luana, doom! Luana, Luana, doom! Luana, Luana, doom! Luana, Luana, doom . . . (ii) Luana The Duchess Duchess of hard And all of her dukes Frame by frame, she’s still Living in the song Duchess of hard And all of her dukes Snapshot within our History Web She’s left for dead on the Editor’s Block Her real life forever locked So, so many lost tick tocks Time to roll, get ready to go To the next chapter, but not alone Get ready for . . . amazing sounds Galaxina, Doom Fighter Fantasy abounds Amazing sounds To the next chapter now But not alone Galaxina, Doom Fighter Fantasy abounds (iii) A Preacher For Luana There’s a man with a gun And he fires lots of word Is he good or is he bad What does he want with us Reading and writing is what he learned How will he use it Reading and writing is what he learned Now he will use it Sights a girl as evil Because she wears denim tight Is he laughing with us Why does he laugh at all Reading and writing is what he learned How will he use it Reading and writing is what he’s learned Now he will use it (to show the world his way) You can call him the preacher You can judge him as he judges us He’s a willing servant to a god He believes in and trusts We can call him the preacher We can judge him as he judges us He’s a willing servant to a god Who believes in and trusts Has a home in the sky Held by string, held by hope Wrapped around the crowd below Keep them in good ‘n’ tight Reading and writing is what he learned . . . Sights a good as evil Says she swears every night And a boy just as bad Says he falls right behind Reading and writing is what he learned . . . You can call him the preacher You can judge him as he judges us He’s a willing servant to a god He believes in and trusts We can call him the preacher We can judge him as he judges us He’s a willing servant to a god Who believes in and trusts There’s our girl with no clothes And she fires lots of word Is she good or she bad What does she want with us Reading and writing is what we’ve learned . . . iv. Luana The Host (& the Carnival for the Defense) Luana, Luana, doom . . . It’s our carnival of time Our carnival of space We take it on the road To see what we can show It’s not about — art Or note-ability We just want to leave a mark On society You can be god, you can be a man and I will be the host You can be the players, you can be the audience and I will be the host It’s our carnival of time Our carnival of space We take it to the road To see what we can show It’s not about — art Or note-ability We just want to leave a mark (It’s our carnival of time Our carnival of space) You can be god, you can be a man and I will be the host You can be the start, you can be the end And I will be the host Luana, Luana, spirit here and now . . . spirit here and now . . .