1. DANCE ON A VOLCANO

Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirty old mountain
All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone
So you better start doing it right
Better start doing it right.

You're halfway up and you're halfway down
And the pack on your back is turning you around.
Throw it away, you won't need it up there, and remember
You don't look back whatever you do.
Better start doing it right.

On your left and on your right
Crosses are green and crosses are blue
Your friends didn't make it through.
Out of the night and out of the dark
Into the fire and into the fight
Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho!

Through a crack in Mother Earth,
Blazing hot, the molten rock
Spills out over the land.
And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you don't want to boil as well.
B-B-Better start the dance
D-D-Do you want to dance with me.

You better start doing it right.

The music's playing, the notes are right
Put your left foot first and move into the light.
The edge of this hill is the edge of the world
And if you're going to cross you better start doing it
Right
Better start doing it right.

You better start doing it right.

Let the dance begin.


2. SOUND CHASER

Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound Counting form through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience All to know and see The look in your eyes

Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene New encounters spark a true fruition Guiding lines we touch them Our bodies balance out the waves As we accelerate our days To the look in your eyes

From the moment I reached out to hold I felt a sound And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds And to know that tempo will continue lost in trance of dances As rhythm takes another turn As is my want I only reach To look in your eyes


3. JUST THE SAME

See me, what I am, what I was, what I'll be, Hear me, understand that I'm not what you see Take this, take the man, middle term, common me Don't you see that I'm just doing what I want to do Nothing more and nothing less than you Read no thoughts I didn't think myself Just the same as anybody else

Make me someone else, put me up on a stand. Something that I don't really want on my hands Use me, idolise all you can understand Don't you see that I'm just doing what I want to do Nothing more and nothing less than you Read no thoughts I didn't think myself Just the same as anybody else

Change it, what you think, what you thought, what you say Look for something more than you sought yesterday. I don't want to be part of your life to-day. Don't you see that I'm just doing what I want to do Nothing more and nothing less than you Read no thoughts I didn't think myself Just the same as anybody else


4. JR PIANO MEDLEY

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5. PIECE OF THE PIE

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6. TARKUS

I. The Stones Of Years

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the waters rhyme, Taste of wine,

How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears bone?

You can't hear anything at all.

II. Mass

The preacher said a prayer. Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived to late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made!

The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good...

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made!

The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed.

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made!

A bishops rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground Without a sound!

The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made!

III. The Battlefield

Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly Where the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of brass and arrows reign Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain.