Music: Allen, Falcone, Pinnock, Williams, Palmer, Thoms Text: Calvert, Neville-Neil, Thom The World Poet Bass Guitar – Michael Clare Didgeridoo – Neil Pinnock Guitar [33 Degree Left Guitar], Voice [Endvoice] – Daevid Allen Guitar [33 Degree Right Guitar] – Trevor Thoms Bass Synth, Samples (including a Michael Moorcock interview), Vibraphone [Outro Vibes] – Don Falcone Synthesizer [Swirling Synths] – Steve Palmer Vibraphone [Vibes], Synth – Paul Williams Voice – Thom The World Poet Voice ["Weird Language" Intro] – Robert Calvert

Music By – Bruce Smith, Falcone Text By – Calvert, Falcone, Neville-Neil, Thom Bass [Akashic], Computer [Digi Scrubs], Chorus – Don Falcone Chorus – Karen Anderson Didgeridoo [Mooch] – Neil Pinnock Drums [Akashic] – Bruce Smith Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar – Jerry Jeter Sounds [Intro Crashes & Godzilla Spikes] – ST37 Synth [Additional], Computer [Mac Sounds] – Steve Palmer Synth [Main] – Carl Howard Voice ["Centigrade 232" Reading] – Robert Calvert Voice ["Currumbin Bird Sanctuary"] – Thom The World Poet Voice [Haiku Voice] – Daevid Allen "Drive-By Poetry" Haikus by Roger Neville-Neil, Chorus by Don Falcone, "Currumbin Bird Sanctuary" by Thom, "Centigrade 232," by Robert Calvert (opening haikus) white circular lines along the streets that i walk alone in the night our lives cross boundaries like halos of spectrral dust in a video scene our lives cross boundaries like halos of spectral dust in a vivid dream (chorus) give me a shot of your drive-by poetry a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free, give me a shot of your drive-by poetry give me a shot (Currumbin Bird Sanctuary) zoo means feeding times, regular as pension checks these wild birds flash, flock, flip in to drink adventure's milk they flap out again threading the skies with insubordiante gossiping, once the feeding stops we were birds once, we marvel at our stolen colors we see our once wide wings, our tiny ranbow opulences we hold ourselves in a world with hands and feed our futures stock is food and water, y2k means nothing to a bird milennial fever is a human disease and we are birds who flip above ourselves with smiling ecstasies (chorus) give me a shot of your drive-by poetry a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free, give me a shot of your drive-by poetry give me a shot (excerpts from Centigrade 232) At Lexington they are going to burn A hoard of books for charity.... (chorus) give me a shot of your drive-by poetry a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free, give me a shot of your drive-by poetry give me a shot (closing haikus) granite stelas rising from earth to heaven (excerpts from Centigrade 232) At Lexington they are going to burn A hoard of books for charity.... Round these towering volumes the flames will churn As night and winter's dark they spurn And threaten with their clarity. The fire's fierce theatre draws herds of folk All willing to be hynotised; Anemones of flame and reefs of smoke Enchant us so, we'd gladly choke To see the dark so well disguised. 'Oh, look, the Bible's all on fire', we cheered At its catching. 'Oh watch it flare'. It was like this of old, when witches reared Against the stake; we stood and peered At such Aladdin caves of air. These mushrooming billows of coral form The fevered brain of fire on high, Whose dream of destroying the world by storm Will, in the ashes, still be warm Long after its illusions die.

Music: Jeter, Anderson Bass – Michael Clare Drums – Paul Williams Guitar – Jerry Jeter Keyboards [Manipulation Of Original Keys] – Don Falcone Keyboards [Original Keys] – Karen Anderson

Music: Falcone, Magnusson, Williams, Rockwell, Thoms Bass – Michael Clare Chapman Stick – Teed Rockwell Drums – Paul Williams Electric Guitar – Judge Trev Mellotron – Kenneth Magnusson Piano, Synthesizer [K2000 Strings] – Don Falcone

Music: Mushroom Bass – Kurt Statham Drums – Patrick O'Hearn Guitar [Snake Guitar] – Erik Pearson Horn [Soccer Horn], Remix – Don Falcone Keyboards – Michael Holt Lute [Saz] – Jay Radford Mellotron – Kenneth Magnusson Percussion – Dave Mihaly Trumpet – Jon Birdsong

Music: Allen, Falcone, Pearson, Palmer Lyrics: Allen Guitar, Voice, Text By – Daevid Allen Synth – Steve Palmer Synth [Orchestral Synths] – Don Falcone Synths – Doug Pearson "Hidden Rope Tricks" lyrics by Daevid Allen oh precocious moment, enjoy yourself for now for soon you will dissolve into the great song for we are all sparkling melodies in a one great song arise and pass, arise and pass, arise and pass hold it in your open heart, and never try to own this art everything and nothing, everyone and no-one I live in an illusion and if there is a reality, I do not know this I see that I am nothing, and being nothing I am everything

Music: [Intro] – Falcone, D. Pearson, Thoms; [Brief Transition] – D. Pearson, Mushroom, Wobbly; [Main Body] – D. Pearson, Mushroom Bass – Alec Palao Drums – Patrick Thomas O'Hearn Guitar – Josh Pollock Guitar [Intro And Transition Distorted] – Trev Thoms Guitar [Snake Guitar] – Erik Pearson Keyboards – Marc Capelle Loops [Wobbly] – Jon Leidecker Percussion – Dave Mihaly Sounds [AM Radio], Synth [Intro] – Don Falcone Synths – Doug Pearson Trombone – Carroll Ashby

Music: Mushroom Drum [Tone] – Teed Rockwell Drums [Original] – Patrick O'Hearn Drums [Processed (Delayed/Modulated)] – Grawer Electronic Drums [Electro Drum Kit] – Paul Williams Guitar [Snake] – Erik Pearson Keyboards – Michael Holt Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar – Daevid Allen Lute [Saz] – Jay Radford Maracas – Michael Clare Noises [Grindlestone] – Don Falcone Noises [Grindstone] – Doug Erickson Percussion – Dave Mihaly Sounds [Bottle, Mic Stand] – Duane Zarakov Sounds [Occasional Bottle Toots] – Doug Pearson Whistle, Other [Toys] – Jon Birdsong

Music: Allen, Falcone, Pearson, ST37 Bass – Scott L Telles Drone, Guitar [Gliss] – Daevid Allen Drum [Silent] – Dave Cameron Guitar – Joel Crutcher, Mark Stone Loops [Electro Birds], Tape [Swarm Manipulations] – Don Falcone Synth – Carlton Crutcher Violin – Doug Pearson

Music: Falcone, Pearson, Jeter, ST37 Text: Falcone Band [Space Beach Band] – ST37 Choir – Karen Anderson Lead Vocals ["Drowning In Space"] – Jerry Jeter Piano, Synth – Doug Pearson Sounds [Liquids, Static], Voice [Dialogues] – Don Falcone "Throw Yourself In" lyrics for Intelli-Fish by Don Falcone Here comes another cosmic cluster dive in down far swim out Here comes another cosmic cluster black hole hot star blind spot i'm drowning in space but i still might get out dripping in space from my soul to my mouth and I sight a band of muses they're shifting light, and playing night on a dry (bed of) space beach who knows what they are all about who knows what they are all about

Music: Falcone, Pearson, Zarakov, Grawer, Crutcher, Anderson, Stone Bass – Karen Anderson Drum [Kit] – Grawer Guitar – Joel Crutcher, Mark Stone Hihat [Mutron Phased Hi-Hats] – Duane Zarakov Synthesizer, Computer [Digital Clicks & Kicks] – Don Falcone Violin, Synthesizers: Doug Pearson

Music: Falcone, Jeter, ST37 Text: [Chorus] – dF; [Verses] – Neville-Neil Bass – Scott L Telles Drum – Dave Cameron Guitar – Joel Crutcher, Mark Stone Keyboards [Keys] – Don Falcone Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar – Trevor Thoms Synth – Carlton Crutcher Vocals – Jerry Jeter "Walking Shadow" verses by Roger Neville-Neil, chrous by Don Falcone I am the walking shadow Enter wher your dreams have fled The nocturnal spectre No sound like a cat paws tread I'm the quiet side of midnight in a deserted room My laughter the shiver Released from its tomb I am and I'm not Anything You can't see (chorus) You open your eyes, and you will see You'll see the walking shadow arrive You open your eyes, and you will see You'll see the walking shadow alive I am the walking shadow Enter wher your dreams have fled The nocturnal spectre No sound like a cat paws tread I'm a faint line in space A border where nothing exists A retinal void The memory you're unable to resist I am and I'm not Anything You can't see (chorus) You open your eyes, and you will see You'll see the walking shadow arrive You open your eyes, and you will see You'll see the walking shadow alive I am the walking shadow I continue when you cease to be I infiltrate all light Cause your vision to flee

Music: Erickson, Gerwers, Williams Poem: Gerwers Guitar – Doug Erickson Synth – Paul Williams Voice – Knut Gerwers "The Idle Hours Of The Fruit Fly" Poem by Knut Gerwers in my spare time - which is the time they spare me - when I hitch an aerial ride through this cold gleaming realm of plastic metal and stainless lightbeams when I am off their microscopic hooks amidst two vivisections to stretch my wings and learning to fly on thin air with an opened spine I am watching these beings, discretely robed in their pure white frocks these camouflage - coats pretending purity faces hidden behind their scientific robbery masks I chose to call them my colleagues but I wonder wouldn't they rather open up each other's spines suck the fluid out with long straws chop off each other's limbs to fall for a friendly discussion on a bloody floor smiling and reasoning about these most curious consequences. cheerfully prophesizing the progression they've presented the world with on their last breath not mine

Music: Falcone, Palmer, Rockwell, Xaliman Bass [Bass Synth] – Don Xaliman Chapman Stick – Teed Rockwell Piano, Synth, Sampler [Voice Samples] – Don Falcone Synth – Steve Palmer

Music: Allen, Falcone, Clare, Rockwell Text: ["Over And Out"], Voice [Self Recorded "Communication"] – Thom Acoustic Guitar [Intro And Distant Acoustic Guitar Samples] – Pete Wyer Bass – Michael Clare Chapman Stick – Teed Rockwell Guitar – Daevid Allen Vocals – Thom The World Poet Intro Timer Sample – Karen Anderson Synthesizer, Percussion [Electro] – Don Falcone