A little something I found in my travels... 1. Autumn Lords - 00:00 2. Hundreds of Thousands - 03:26 3. Tears of Sahara - 06:42 4. Key to the City - 10:32 5. The Time and the Test - 15:07 6. The King's Cup - 17:46 7. Sacred Wonder - 21:14 8. Etude #4 Opus #10 (Frédéric Chopin) - 25:26 9. The Vision - 27:32 10. Dreamstate - 31:02 11. Porcelain Doll - 34:30
Vive La France! 1. The Strands Of The Future - 22:08 2. Flight - 2:37 3. Windows - 8:47 4. Fool's Failure - 10:17
1. Sol Caliente - 00:00 2. Trumpets With Motherhood - 7:35 3. Bargain Classics - 9:22 4. R.F.D. - 15:10 5. Mummy Was An Asteroid, Daddy Was A Small Non-Stick Kitchen Utensil - 18:31 6. Trot - 24:31 7. RongWrong - 29:44
1. 5.27 - 0:00 2. Pray - 7:00 3. Relentless - 13:13 4. Truth Been Told - 18:16 5. Bright Black Day - 22:33 6. Omega Doom - 26:20 6. Omega Doom (Unplugged) - 33:44
1. Amy Rose - 0:00 2. When She Goes - 5:16 3. Sun Don't Shine - 11:20 4. Taken My Money - 15:48 5. As Long As I Can - 21:07 6. When The Light - 27:12
1. The Ghosts Of Charlie Barracuda - 0:00 2. Distance - 7:46 3. Storm Coming Down - 11:55 4. Root To Root - 22:12 5. Never Darken My Door - 32:00 6. Tired Old Dog - 38:34
1. Singata Mystic Queen (00:00) 2. Army of Ignorance (11:37) 3. For the Lost Souls (16:12) 4. Center of the Sun (26:11) 5. Wheel of Life (39:18) 6. Double Freedom (43:47)
Eugene McDaniels - Headless Heroes (1971) Spoiler: Lyrics Jews and the Arabs, Semitic pawns in the master game The player who controls the board Sees them all as the same Basically cannon fodder Left wing and right wing Political pawns in the master game The player who controls the board Sees them all as the same Basically cannon fodder Nobody knows who the enemy is Cause he never goes in hiding He's slitting our throats Right in front of our eyes, While we pull the casket he's riding Better get it together, Better get it together, And see what's happening To you and you and you Niggers and crackers Racial pawns in the master game The player who controls the board sees them all as the same, basically cannon fodder Industry and War Machine, These are the kings in the master game The player who controls the board And the Kings are the same We are the cannon fodder. Nobody knows who the enemy is Cause he never goes in hiding He's slitting our throats Right in front of our eyes, While we pull the casket he's riding Better get it together, Better get it together, And see what's happening To you and you and you