from Crazy Fluid, released December 3, 2021
The Book Of Luana
i. Luana Doom!
ii. Luana The Duchess
iii. A Preacher For Luana
iv. Luana The Host (& the Carnival
for the Defense)
Lyrics by Falcone;
Music by Allen, Falcone, Jeter, Purjah, Sabatelli,
Wilson, Yarbrough

[The subject of this song and the idea to emulate the classic
sound of 70’s progressive rock instruments were inspired
by Mauro Moroni of Mellow Records. The end lyrics were
inspired by an interview with American poet John Taggart.]

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 . . .