Dancing w

ith the Moonlit Knight

Please Don’t Touch

Blood on the Rooftops

Ripples

Shadow of the H

ierophant

The Lam

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The Return of the G

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The Cham

ber of 32 Doors

The M

usical Box

Entangled

Can-utility and the Coastliners

The Chamber of 32 Doors Supper’s ReadyLover’s Leap

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 whoWorks 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 trustI need someone to believe in,Someone to trust.

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

Back insideThis 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 doorThat doesn’t lead me back againtake me away.

Walking across the sitting room, I turn the television off.Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,I swear I saw your face change, it didn’t seem quite right.... And it’s hello babe with your guardian eyes so blueHey my baby don’t you know our love is true.

Coming closer with our eyes,A distance falls around our bodies.Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.... And it’s hey babe your supper’s waiting for youHey my baby don’t you know our love is true.

I’ve been so far from here,Far from your warm arms.It’s good to feel you again,It’s been a long time. Hasn’t it?

The Guaranteed Eternal Sanctuary Man

I know a farmer who looks after the farm.

With water clear, he cares for all his harvest.I know a fireman who looks after the fire.You, can’t you see he’s fooled you all.Yes, he’s here again, can’t you see he’s fooled you all.Share his peace,Sign the lease.He’s a supersonic scientist,He’s the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man.Look, look into my mouth he cries,And all the children lost down many paths,I bet my life, you’ll walk insideHand in hand,Gland in glandWith a spoonful of miracle,He’s the guaranteed sanctuary man.

We will rock you, rock you little snake,We will keep you snug and warm.

Ikhnaton and Itsacon and their Band of Merry Men

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest,We walked across the fields, to see the children of the WestBut we saw a host of dark skinned warriorsStanding still below the ground,Waiting for battle.

The fight’s begun, they’ve been released. Killing foe for peace... bang, bang, bang. Bang, bang, bang...And they’re giving me a wonderful potion,‘Cos I cannot contain my emotion.And even though, I’m feeling good,Something tells me, I’d better activate my prayer capsule.Today’s a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate. The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our Warlord.

How Dare I Be So Beautiful?

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,We climb up the mountain of human flesh,To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.A young figure sits still by a pool,He’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool.(He is you)Social Security took care of this lad.We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.A flower?

Willow Farm

If you go down to Willow Farm,

To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterfliesOpen your eyes, it’s full of surprise, everyone lies,Like the focks on the rocks,And the musical box.Oh, there’s Mum and Dad, and good and bad,And everyone’s happy to be here.There’s Winston Churchill dressed in drag,He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brickWas an egg, and the egg was a birdHadn’t you heard?Yes, we’re happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,And wonderfully clean in the morning.

We’ve got everything, we’re growing everything,We’ve got some inWe’ve got some outWe’ve got some wild things floating aboutEveryone, we’re changing everyone,you name them all,We’ve had them here,And the real stars are still to appear.

ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;

We have finally been freed to get back home.

There’s an angel standing in the sun, and he’s crying with a loud voice,“This is the supper of the mighty one”.Lord of Lords,King of Kings,Has returned to lead his children homeTo take them to the new Jerusalem.

He brings down the fire from the skies,You can tell he’s doing well by the look in human eyes.You’d better not compromise.It won’t be easy.

666 is no longer alone,He’s getting out of the marrow in your backbone,And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,Gonna blow right down inside your soul.Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon,In blood, he’s writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it’s hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,Hey my baby, don’t you know our love is true,I’ve been so far from here,Far from your loving arms,Now I’m back again, and baby it’s going to work out fine.

As Sure as Eggs is Eggs (aching men’s feet)

Can’t you feel our souls igniteShedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the Fading night,Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows

Mum to mud to mad to dadDad diddely office, Dad diddley office,You’re all full of ball.

Dad to dam to dum to mumMum diddley washing, Mum diddley washingYou’re all full of ball.

Let me hear your lies, we’re living this up to the eyes.Ooee-ooee-ooee-oowaaMomma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voiceTo look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.You’ve been here all the time,Like it or not, like what you got,You’re under the soil,Yes deep in the soil.So we’ll end with a whistle and end with a bangAnd all of us fit in our places.

Apocalypse in 9/8 (co-starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet)

With the guards of Magog, swarming around,The Pied Piper takes his children underground.Dragon’s coming out of the sea,with the shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me.

“Can you tell me where my country lies?”said the unifaun to his true love’s eyes.“It lies with me!” cried the Queen of MaybeFor her merchandise, he traded in his prize.

“Paper late!” cried a voice in the crowd.“Old man dies!” The note he left was signed “Old Father Thames”It seems he’s drowned;selling England by the pound.

Citizens of Hope and Glory,Time goes by – “it’s the time of your life”.Easy now, sit you down.Chewing through your Wimpy dreams,they eat without a sound;digesting England by the pound.

Young man says, “you are what you eat” – eat well.Old man says, “you are what you wear” – wear well.You know what you are, you don’t give a damn;bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.

The Captain leads his dance right on through the nightjoin the dance...Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in

his shredded clothes behind.“With their tongues, they test,Taste and judge all that is mine.They move in a series of caressesThat glide up and down my spine.

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh,I feel no pain,Only a magic that a name would stain.With the first drop of my blood in their veinsTheir faces are convulsed in mortal pains.The fairest cries, ‘We all have loved you, Rael’.”

Each empty snakelike body floats,Silent sorrow in empty boats.A sickly sourness fills the room,The bitter harvest of a dying bloom, Looking for motion I know I will not find,I stroke the curls now turning pale,In which I’d lain entwined.“Oh Lamia, your flesh that remainsI will take as my food.”It is the scent of garlic that lingersOn my chocolate fingers.Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,The lights are dimmed and once Again the stage is set for you.

The scent grows richer,he knows he must be here,He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.Each step he takes, the perfumes changeFrom familiar fragrance to flavours strange.A magnificent chamber meets his eye.Inside, a long rose-water poolIs shrouded by fine mist.Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he’s gently kissed.

Thinking he is quite aloneHe enters the room, as if it were his ownBut ripples on the sweet pink waterReveal some company unthought of –Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;Three vermilion snakes of female faceThe smallest motion, filled with grace.Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,But there is no sign of warning in the siren’s call:“Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool.We have been waiting for ourwaters to bring you cool.”

Putting fear beside him,He trusts in beauty blindHe slips into the nectar, leaving

The Lamia Dancing with the Moonlit Knight

the mould.Follow on! Till the gold is cold.Dancing out with the moonlit knight.Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.

There’s a fat old lady outside the saloon; Laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune.The deck is uneven right from the start;And all of their hands are playing a part.

The Captain leads his dance right on through the nightjoin the dance...Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go.You’re the show!

Off we go with: You play the hobbyhorse,I’ll play the fool.We’ll tease the bullRinging round and loud, loud & round.Follow on! With a twist of the world we go.Follow on! Till the gold is cold.Dancing out with the moonlit knight,Knights of the Green Shield stampand shout.

Fly on a Windshield Broadway Melody of 1974

There’s something solid forming in the air,And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.No-one seems to care,They carry on as if nothing was there.The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin,Making a crust I cannot move inAnd I’m hovering like a fly, waiting for theWindshield on the freeway.

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,With her mythical madonnasStill walking in their shades;Lenny Bruce, declares a truceAnd plays his other hand.Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin’,Head buried in the sand.Sirens on the rooftops wailing,But there’s no ship sailing.Groucho, with his movies trailing,Stands alone with his punchline failing.Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul foodAnd the band plays “In the Mood”The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,There’s a smell of peach blossomAnd bitter almond.Caryl Chessman sniffs theAir and leads the parade,He knows in a scent, youCan bottle all you made.There’s Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,Smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston cigarettes.And as the song and dance begins, the childrenPlay at home with needles; needles and pins.

The Musical Box Can-utility and the Coastliners

Play me Old King ColeThat I may join with youAll your hearts now seem so far from meIt hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you liesOf a kingdom beyond the skies.But I am lost within this half-world;It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.Here it comes again.Play me my song.Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,Just a little bit more time,Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.Here it comes again.Play me my song.Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he.So he called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,And he called for his fiddlers three.

The clock, tick tock,On the mantelpiece,And I want, And I feel,

And I know,And I touch,Your warmth.

She’s a lady, she’s got time.Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.She’s a lady, she’s mine.Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I’ve been waiting here for so longAnd all this time that passed me byIt doesn’t seem to matter nowYou stand there with your fixed expressionCasting doubt on all I have to sayWhy don’t you touch me, touch me,Why don’t you touch me, touch me,Touch me now, now, now, now, now...

The scattered pages of a book by the sea,Held by the sand washed by the wavesA shadow forms cast by a cloud,Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tideAbsorbs them effortlessly claiming.

They told of one who tired of all singing,Praise him, praise him.We heed not flatterers he cried,By our command, waters retreat,Show my power, halt at my feet, But the cause was lost,Now cold winds blow.

Far from the north overcast ranks advanceFear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.The waves surround the sinking throneSinging crown him, crown him,“Those who love our majesty show themselves!”All bent their knee.

But he forced a smile even thoughHis hopes lay dashed where offerings fell.Nothing can my peace destroy as long as no one smiles.More opened ears and opened eyes,And soon they dared to laugh.See a little man with his face turning redThough his story’s often told you can tell he’s dead.

Blood on the Rooftops The Return of the Giant Hogweed

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday PlayWe always watch the Queen on Christmas Day,Won’t you stay?

Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you’re still dryThe outlook’s fine though Wales might have some rainSaved again.

Let’s skip the news boy (I’ll make some tea)Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me)They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep)And the thing I hate – Oh Lord!Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation’s fate.

Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!You’ve won the West in time to be our guestName your prize!

Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear what’s the time?The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine.Five past nine.

Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring

The streets of San Francisco – a word from PekingThe trouble was started – by a young Errol FlynnBetter in my day – Oh Lord!For when we got bored, we’d have a world war,happy but poor

So let’s skip the news boy(I’ll go make that tea)Blood on the rooftops (too much for me)When old Mother Goose stops – they’re out for 23Then the rain at Lords stopped playSeems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.

Turn and run,Nothing can stop them,Around every river and canal their power is growing.Stamp them out,We must destroy them.They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.

They are invincible;They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Long ago in the Russian hills,A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh;He captured it and brought it home.Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.Royal beast did not forget.He came home to London,And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

Waste no time,They are approaching.Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter.Strike by night,They are defenceless. They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.

Entangled

When you’re asleep they may show youAerial views of the groundFreudian slumber empty of sound.

Over the rooftops and houses,Lost as it tries to be seen,Fields of incentive covered with green.

Mesmerised children are playingMeant to be seen but not heard,“Stop me from dreaming!”“Don’t be absurd!”

“Well if we can help you we will,You’re looking tired and ill.As I count backwardsYour eyes become heavier still.Sleep, won’t you allow yourself fall?Nothing can hurt you at all.With your consentI can experiment further still.”

Madrigal music is playing,Voices can faintly be heard,“Please leave this patient undisturbed.”

Sentenced to drift far away now,Nothing is quite what it seems,Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.

“Well, if we can help you we will,Soon as you’re tired and ill.With your consent We can experiment further still.

Still they’re invincible;Still they’re immune to all our herbicidal battering.Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land.Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.Royal beast did not forget.Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an onslaught,threatening the human race.

The Dance of the Giant Hogweed

Mighty Hogweed is avenged.Human bodies soon will know our anger.Kill them with your Hogweed hairsHeracleum mantegazzianiGiant Hogweed lives

Advance

Well, thanks to our kindness and skillYou’ll have no trouble untilYou catch your breath And the nurse will present you the bill.”

Eleventh Earl of Mar

The sun had been up for a couple of hours,It covered the ground with a layer of gold.Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,The larder was low, but boy that wasn’t all.Eleventh Earl of MarCouldn’t get them very farDaddy! Oh Daddy, you promised.

Out on the road in the direction of Perth,Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.Found a city half open and ready to greet,The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet.Eleventh Earl of MarSomehow got them all this farDaddy! You Promised, You Promised.

See the Stewart all dressed upHe’s got eyes in the back of his head.Who came in a cockleshell boatThat could only just float,Couldn’t even lift a sword.Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.

Daddy you’ve got to go!Here comes the bishop all dressed upHe’s gonna bless you if you’re to payOne wave of his funny old stick.

There’s a band of light across your eyes

Waited a week still they hadn’t appeared,That glorious timing that everyone feared.So they’re riding along on a crest of a wave,They’re headed for London, And that will be their grave

Eleventh Earl of MarWell he couldn’t get them down that farDaddy! I’m waiting, I’m waiting.

Time to go to bed nowNever seems too keenTo be a guest nowIn a house of dreams

Flying from a hillsideBeckoning the treesA sailboat’s awningMimicking the breeze

I’m fighting gravity fallingMy Daddy won’t let them get meA voice screams seems to be callingThe face turns features are burning.

Daddy, you’ve got to go!See the fifteen going by,Tell the Lairds and the Lords

They’re running backwards today,And once again you stand alone.

Bury your memories, bury your friends,Leave it alone for a year or two.Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,Then do it again. Some things never end.Eleventh Earl of MarWon’t be going very far.You Promised. You Promised. You Promised.

DADDY!

Ripples Afterglow

Bluegirls come in every sizeSome are wise and some otherwise,They got pretty blue eyes.For an hour a man may changeFor an hour her face looks strange – Looks strange, looks strange.

Marching to the promised landWhere the honey flows and takes you by the hand.Pulls you down on your knees,While you’re down a pool appears.The face in the water looks up,And she shakes her head as if to sayThat it’s the last time you’ll look like today.

Sail away, awayRipples never come back.Gone to the other sideSail away, away.

The face that launched a thousand shipsIs sinking fast, that happens you know,The water gets below.Seems not very long agoLovelier she was than any that I know.

Angels never know it’s timeTo close the book and gracefully decline,The song has found a tale.

Like the dust that settles all around me,I must find a new homeThe ways and holes that used to giveme shelterAre all as one to me now.But I, I would search everywhereJust to hear your call,And walk upon stranger roads thanthis oneIn a world I used to know beforeI miss you more.

Then the sun reflecting off my pillow,Bringing the warmth of new life.And the sounds that echoed all around me,I caught a glimpse of in the nightBut now, now I’ve lost everything,I give to you my soul.The meaning of all that I believed beforeEscapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

And I would search everywhereJust to hear your call,And walk upon stranger roads thanthis oneIn a world I used to know before.For now I’ve lost everything,I give to you my soul.The meaning of all that I believed beforeEscapes me in this world of none,I miss you more.

My, what a jealous pool she is.The face in the water looks upShe shakes her head as if to sayThat the bluegirls have all gone away.

Sail away, awayRipples never come back.They’ve gone to the other side.Look into the pool,Ripples never come back,Dive to the bottom and go tothe topTo see where they have goneOh, they’ve gone to the other side –

Camino Royale Shadow of the Hierophant

Walking along the Camino Royale the Mississippi sighsSoft in the night when the wind starts to riseAnd I’m lifted high around the cornerSo I spin, fast as a ride at the fairLike a snake that flies through the airWhen I cry enough I’m fired from a gun and thrown through the doors

Only the fool learns to get through

Ahead I see candles floating in palesEach placed upon a chairInto a tent where they turn round the bendThrough a kitchen leading to a staircaseNow I stop, seems that I’ve been led astrayThere are no new answers todayThis road is blocked, only the fool learns to get through

Only the fool learns to get through

Veiling the nightshade bride stalks a flower revealedNearing the hour make haste to their threshold concealed

Lost in thought in search of visionAs the moon eclipsed the sun

Casting the same steps glimpsing his own fate to comeMelt in the dream void from which he never can run

Lost in thought in search of visionAs the moon eclipsed the sun

Tears fill the fountains failing their promise to healRippling the waters mirror an ended ideal

Deep in thought but robbed of visionAs the moon eclipsed the sun

Amanda LehmannPhoto: Lee Millward Christine TownsendPhoto: Drew Tommons Conrad KeelyPhoto: Conrad Keely

Dave KerznerPhoto: Veronica MalazzoDick DriverPhoto: Jo Hackett StevenWilsonPhoto: Lasse Hoile

Francis DunneryPhoto: Emily GrygerGary O’ToolePhoto: Lee MillwardJakko JakszykPhoto: Paul Bundock

John HackettPhoto: Lee MillwardJohn WettonPhoto: Mike Inns Lee PomeroyPhoto: Lee Millward

The band members

Mikael AkerfeldtPhoto: NakiNad SylvanPhoto: Heidi Sverin Nick BeggsPhoto: Lee Millward

Nik KershawPhoto: Julia BoggioPhil MulfordPhoto: Lee MillwardRob TownsendPhoto: Lee Millward

Roger KingPhoto: Lee MillwardRoine StoltPhoto: Lilian ForsbergSimon CollinsPhoto: Matt Dorsey

Steve RotheryPhoto: Jill FurmanovskySteve HackettPhoto: Lee Millward

Neal Morse Photo: Marco AlvaradoJeremy Stacey Photo: Andy HarrisonDjabePhoto: Klinszky Gabor

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01 The Chamber of 32 Doors(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Philip Collins Ltd, Imagem, Peter Gabriel Ltd, Real World Music, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Music Publishing Ltd 02 Horizons (Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Stratsong Ltd, Carlin Music03 Supper’s Ready: i. Lover’s leap / Ii. The guaranteed eternal sanctuary man / Iii. Ikhnaton and itsacon and their band of merry men / Iv. How dare i be so beautiful? V. Willow farm / Vi. Apocalypse in 9/8 (co-starring the delicious talents of Gabble Ratchet) / Vii. As sure as eggs is eggs (aching men’s feet)(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Stratsong Ltd / Carlin Music04 The Lamia(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Philip Collins Ltd, Imagem, Peter Gabriel Ltd, Real World Music, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Publishing Ltd05 Dancing with the Moonlit Knight(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Philip Collins Ltd, Imagem, Peter Gabriel Ltd, Real World Music, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Publishing Ltd06 Fly on a Windshield(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Philip Collins Ltd, Imagem, Peter Gabriel Ltd, Real World Music, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Publishing Ltd 07 Broadway Melody of 1974(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Philip Collins Ltd, Imagem, Peter Gabriel Ltd, Real World Music, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Publishing Ltd 08 The Musical Box (Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Stratsong Ltd / Carlin Music09 Can-utility and the Coastliners(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Stratsong Ltd / Carlin Music

10 Please Don’t Touch(Hackett) Stephen Hackett Ltd, Warner Chappell

Mikael Akerfeldt – vocals (3)Nick Beggs – bass (9)Simon Collins – vocals (3)Dick Driver – double bass (1,10)Francis Dunnery – vocals (3,5)Rachel Ford – cello (1)John Hackett – flute (1,4,5,10)Steve Hackett – guitar (1 – 10) vocal (3) Conrad Keely – vocals (3)Nik Kershaw – vocals (4)Roger King – keyboards (1, 3-10)Dave Kurzner – additional keyboards (3)Gary O’Toole – drums (1,4,6,7,8,9,10) vocal (6,7)Lee Pomeroy – bass (3,4,5,6,7,8,10)Steve Rothery – guitar (4)Jeremy Stacey – drums (3,5)Nad Sylvan – vocals (1,8)Christine Townsend – violin, viola (1,9) Rob Townsend – soprano sax, whistle (5) soprano sax (8) whistle (9) Steven Wilson – vocals (9)

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01 Blood on the Rooftops (Hackett, Collins)02 The Return of the Giant Hogweed(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford) Stratsong Ltd / Carlin Music03 Entangled(Hackett, Banks) Anthony Banks, Imagem, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Music Publishing Ltd04 Eleventh Earl of Mar(Banks, Hackett, Rutherford) Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Imagem, Stephen Hackett Ltd, EMI Music Publishing Ltd05 Ripples (Rutherford, Banks) Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Imagem 06 Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers… (Steve Hackett, Mike Rutherford) Stephen Hackett Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, EMI Music Publishing Ltd, Imagem07 …In That Quiet Earth (Steve Hackett, Mike Rutherford, Tony Banks, Phil Collins) Anthony Banks, Philip Collins Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Ste-phen Hackett Ltd, Imagem, EMI Music Publishing Ltd08 Afterglow (Tony Banks) Anthony Banks, Imagem09 A Tower Struck Down (Steve Hackett, John Hackett) Stephen Hackett Ltd, Hit & Run Music, EMI Music Publishing10 Camino Royale (Steve Hackett, Nick Magnus) Stephen Hackett Ltd, Warner Chappell11 Shadow of the Hierophant (Steve Hackett, Mike Rutherford) Stephen Hackett Ltd, Michael Rutherford Ltd, Hit & Run Music, Imagem, EMI Publishing

Nick Beggs – bass (4,7,11)Djabe (Attila Égerházi – guitar, Ferenc Kovács trumpet, Szilárd Banai – drums, Tamás Barabás – bass, Zoltán Kovács – piano) (10)Dick Driver – double bass (1,9)Rachel Ford – cello (1,9)John Hackett – flute (2,9)Steve Hackett – guitar (1 – 11) vocal (10) Jakko Jakszyk – vocals (3)Roger King – keyboards (1 – 11)Amanda Lehmann – vocals (5,11), harmony vocals (3,8)Nick Magnus – keyboards, atmospheres (10)Neal Morse – vocals (2)Phil Mulford – bass (1,5,8) Gary O’Toole – drums (1,2,4,5,6,7,8,10,11)Lee Pomeroy – bass (2)Roine Stolt – guitar (2) Nad Sylvan – vocals (4)Christine Townsend – violin, viola (1,9) Rob Townsend – soprano sax (1,7,11) tenor sax (10), flute (11)John Wetton – vocals (8)Steven Wilson – guitar (11)

Produced by Steve Hackett and Roger King. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Roger King at Map Studios. Additional engineering on The Chamber of 32 Doors, Horizons, Supper’s Ready, The Return of the Giant Hogweed, Unquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers, Camino Royale, The Lamia by Benedict Fenner, and on CD1 (track 3) by Dave Kerzner, Chris Frenchie Smith and Alex Lyon. Special effects by Charlie Dodd.

Design by Harry Pearce, Pentagram Design. Inside cover photograph of Steve by Harry Pearce. Photograph of Steve in 1977 by Alan Perry. CD cover ‘Supper’s Ready’ and photographic artwork by Maurizio and Angéla Vicedomini for iconophoto.ch except for Dancing with the Moonlit Knight, in collaboration with Claudio Gazzaroli.

A thousand thanks to Jo Hackett, Roger King, Maurizio and Angéla Vicedomini and Harry Pearce.Steve

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Blood on the Rooftops The Return of the Giant HogweedEntangledEleventh Earl of MarRipplesUnquiet Slumbers for the Sleepers…

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