The Stills - Gender Bombs - 2003

Brains on a brick wall
When gender bombs they fall
The sordid way her loaded phrases infiltrate your skull

The images are strong
Impulses are strong
And logic will break your heart forever
Be brave

Massive suicide dreams
The feel warm and long
The girl will school you
The girl will...

Could this be the gaining force
Of ten loves in a row
Drunken sunday evenings
Will just be innuendos

Massive suicide dreams
That feel warm and long
The girl will school you
The girl will school you
The girl will screw you
The girl will screw you
The girl will school you
The girl will screw you
The girl will screw you
The girl will screw you

surprise - assault on merryland 1977

Tracks Listing:

1. Eve Of The Assault / Merryland (6:52)
2. The Acrobat Between The Stars (6:15)
3. Palce Of King Ferris (3:32)
4. Tyrangatang (4:59)
5. Dance Of The Tarantella (3:40)
6. Tournament Of Love (4:29)
7. March Of The Squatamaudars (2:41)
8. A Day Without Light (4:57)
9. The Wonderful Sunshiner / Grand Finale (5:31)
10. Tyrangatang (1994 remix) (4:58)

Total Time: 47:54 

Musicians

- Rick Bess / guitars, bass, music
- Blair Blake / hammond organ, grand piano, mini moog synthesizer, moog taurus bass pedals, arp string ensemble, celeste, lyrics
- Dave Kelly / drums, typani, orchestra bells, gongs, triangles, gyro
- Mark Biehl / vocalist, flute, trumpet, piccolo 

ACÁ 

The Steve Hackett - The Chamber Of 32 Doors

At the top of the stairs,
There's hundreds of people,
Running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
Their deductions need applause.

The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.

I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes,
Take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who
Works with his hands,
He looks at you once,
You know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.

But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back, back here again,
I've got to find my own way.

The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
And they're all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else they're pointing,
But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if
You're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.

Back inside
This chamber of so many doors,
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again take me away.

ENJOY YOURSELF