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PAGE 24 PAGE 1, disc one Staring into the black, it’s all I see Holed up in this shroud of obscurity Inhabiting nothing or it’s inhabiting me It’s the ultimate anonymity I set it in motion, I set it right I said what I said then I said goodnight Now my clock’s set forward and I can’t set it back And I’m set in cement staring into the black Cover of night is blinding But so is the light, I’m finding A taste I no longer savor Don’t need to find your favor I need you now to come and find me I’m hiding out in a den of thieves Have mercy now, don’t crucify me I’m hiding out Lost in the garden, I took from the tree Ate it down to the core, now I’m looking for leaves I duck behind bushes, hide my face in my hands And if that doesn’t work, I’ll put my head in the sand This garden it feels like a graveyard I’m flying beneath your radar Can’t understand my behavior Can’t seem to find your favor I need you now to come and find me I’m hiding out in a den of thieves 001 Be sovereign now, don’t crucify meI’m hiding out

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© Tish Lincoln’s Allstar Hits (ASCAP), Roaming with the rats We followed the strange map of his memory Worth more dead than alive Hiding from a hundred guns Back through the landmarks of a life Running to survive Though sometimes painful he’d remember You wonder when the bullets will finally come A world of splendor and wonders to behold Tracking every step As he told his story I followed you for days Slowly slipped inside your head Can’t you place my face? He was lost in the land of the angels I’m one of the many you left for dead And the red temples in the trees I know the secret that you keep I know the demon deep inside In the tempest of time was I know the reason you can’t sleep A treasure abandoned I know the past you’d like to hide I know the monster you have made I know the wars you don’t regret He spoke of those days of hope and destiny I know the blood that stains the blade You know I won’t let you forget Of dreams and the often-answered prayers But of an age now gone forever Some would call it justice Some call it cold revenge And though he’d never find that place again You can call it what you choose Go ahead pretend He relives the glory Defend your life it’s all you’ve left to lose Remember times were good Of the garden of gods he would tell us Remember life was grand As we hung on every word Funny how the future Didn’t turn out like you had it planned Of the choices he made and The costs were high Talk was cheap A treasure abandoned Promises to God that we all knew That you could never keep You knocked me down Captured by the hands of the master But now I’m back up on my feet again Colors on the canvas of time You’d look right through me If I passed you on the street my friend Painting over days ever faster 002 Here at the end it won’t depend on who you know We witnessed the worldSurprise is on my sideReady, aim, it’s time you go 003 Through his ageless eyes

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(Dave Meros & John Boegehold) © Publish This Music (BMI) & Brainforest Music (BMI)

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© Brainforest Music (BMI) & Chevy Man Publishing (BMI), Back and forth up and down Voices ringing out Voices all about... I feel my way around They don’t think I thought this out Finding everything but you And they all think I should just fall in line My view of you has grown soft But that’s my plan to make them doubt Keep my intentions cryptic by design Got grace but something’s lost My ear pressed up against the wall The footsteps coming down the hall It’s probably the truth Is one more dosage all that I can take? The implants underneath my skin The altered state they keep me in But they can’t win if I just stay awake I’m candy coated salt and I’m a dimming light To keep them out I keep me in My fuzzy logic is skewed confusing wrong with right Cause they don’t get to hear the things I know While bats up in this belfry fly In circles cause they don’t know where to go Throw me a line I’m sinking down Took me here and stripped me bare Gave me this lovely robe to wear Submerging further, further from you And Tuesdays we get Jello if we’re good The doctor he seems dense to me But I’m doing fine making my way His questions make no sense Cause he misunderstands I’m just misunderstood Further and further Voices ringing all about Further from you Thoughts they scream don’t let them out Thoughts they’re screaming out Black or white hard to tell Voices ringing all about Thoughts they’re screaming out Grey’s a much easier sell Voices they are finally coming down The voices like to scream and shout And you give it away for free I think my thoughts are finally coming down So watered down homogenized They all say I’m crazy, I say ’ha’ Just like a fox but with dementia That the truth becomes the lie By the way, on third thought, That you’re starting to believe You shouldn’t open up that box that I sent ya The hatter tips his hat to me I’m madder than he’ll ever be At least that’s what they’d like me to believe 004 I’m candy coated salt, I find it bittersweet 005 A sedative won’t settle me It’s all one big conspiracyThe lack of comfort when not everybody agrees The message I begrudgingly receive

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© Tish Lincoln’s Allstar Hits (ASCAP)

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© Chevy Man Publishing (BMI), Big Hatter Music (ASCAP) & Tish Lincoln’s Allstar Hits (ASCAP), We are praying for the day Waiting for the skies above to open We are waiting for our gods to show themselves We are sanctified and chosen Hearts unbroken Hurt unknown... We’ve been counting revolutions As we circle ’round the sun A million years of evolution Still our journey’s only just begun Something very strange Is coming fast our way Look up to the sky my brothers Make your peace with one another Something very strange Is coming fast our way We’ll embrace the revelations With a ringing of the bells 006 ’til every soul in every nation Hears a truth these travelers will tell

PAGE 8 PAGE 9 Ssoommee tthHiinngg VVeerr yY SstrtArnagneg e

(John Boegehold) © Brainforest Music (BMI), I never had a name No one knows where I came from But I came just the same I don’t know why I’m here or where I’ve been I got nothing left to say But I’m gonna say it anyway I can dance on the rain If someone’s out there waiting for me Laugh though the pain If someone’s out there waiting for me Waiting for me there Strange lights against the sky Strangers fill the streets The prophets told us of this time When night is day and The sun blood red as wine Borrowed time and numbered days But I’ll keep dancing anyway I can dance on the rain If someone’s out there waiting for me Laugh though the pain If someone’s out there waiting for me Dancing on the rain Is someone somewhere waiting for me Slowly going sane If someone’s out there waiting for me Waiting for me there Waiting for me On the other side there’s no one home Waiting for me In the awkward silence on the phone All my life I’ve waited As the lights have faded Now a new day has begun The wounded stars run home Chased away by a brand new sun The time is here The wait is done 007 We used to be different Now we’re the sameWe can play another game

PAGE 10 PAGE 11 WwaAii ttiinn gg fFoorr m e(Alan Morse & Neal Morse) Me

© Chevy Man Publishing (BMI) & Big Hatter Music (ASCAP), PAGE 12 PAGE 13, bonus disc The person you’re afraid you are Broke and dazed down a burning road You can never let them see Stopped to have a smoke You have to work so hard To make it look so easy While the world was ending Through a blizzard of ash and snow You’ve been trying to be who you’re not Praying with a friend but there’s no pretending For so long you almost forgot You’re not your identity Twisting time and fate had found us You’ve got eternity All alone All alone The man you’re afraid you are He’s got your house, your clothes your car Carry us back to a better way He’s in your bathrobe on your front lawn With a fistful of pills and your prints on the gun Carry us back with the setting sun He’s got a sniper rifle on the water tower Carry us back on a wave of love and grace And he always calls at the dinner hour Carry us back as the day is done Put it down and turn around The day is done We’ll pretend we didn’t see Please don’t make that whining sound Demons danced down a burning road You’re gonna turn out to be Someone made a deal with the devil’s daughter The man you’re afraid you are Turned a bright diamond back to coal You’re not your house, your clothes, your car Gold to lead, fine wine to water You’re not the darkness in your heart Street life left her dark and cold Degradation or exaltation Down to the bone Some expectation of precipitation To the bone Fallin’ from my eye Some explanation of exploitation Has been gestatin’ Cross the freezing river run For quite some time Neath the bridge they’re watching The person you’re afraid you are Quiet they can hear us talk Swung down from his funky tree Charming wolves with starving hearts He’s got his drink and his cigar In your Cadillac’s back seat Stand your ground they’re growing near This will not end well I fear The person you’re afraid you are Dim the lights 001 In his boat upon the seaHe’s drifted out a bit too far Start the showHe might not be back for tea 002 This is all we know

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(Alan Morse & Stan Ausmus) © Chevy Man Publishing (BMI) & Juz Maintain Productions (BMI)

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© Brainforest Music (BMI) & Chevy Man Publishing (BMI), The skies are clear, the water warm Lying here beneath the palms Wish I were here but I’m home Watchin’ TV with Dave Central Park, the Empire State, Brooklyn Bridge, man, that’d be great But I can’t get away I’d be late for TV with Dave Wish I were here I’ve been gone so long I don’t even know I’m gone Wish I were here Wish I were here The Eiffel Tower, The Golden Gate I’ve been everywhere except every place I’m always here with my face watchin’ TV with Dave And now it’s too late Accept my fate Hot Pockets ’n PBR and TV with Dave Wish I were here I’ve been gone so long I don’t even know I’m gone Wish I were here Wish I were here Wish I were here but I’m not Wish I was drunk on a yacht Or fallin’ asleep with the sand in my toes 003 But who’s got the time for all that?Wish I were here 004005

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© Chevy Man Publishing (BMI)

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sAnctifiedremix(John Boegehold) © Brainforest Music (BMI)

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instrumentAl(John Boegehold) © Brainforest Music (BMI), beHind HonorArY tHe executiVe scenes Producers Glenn Fitzgerald John Boegehold Rich Mouser A Guy Named Joe Alexander Cote Allen Deemer tHe bAnd Sonya Kukcinovich-Hill Stan Ausmus Alan Morse Bob Wilton Doug Curran Fabian James Lelo Ian McWilliam Dave Meros Jimmy Keegan Ryo Okumoto Ted Leonard J. Smoker John and Phoebe Kent Bartley Luis Krause-Mantilla

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(Photo by Arun Nevader), Marcus Hoyer Martin Schnella Matt Klimshuk Matt Putzel Mikey Wentzel Nathan Amess Nicholas Giannetti Nick Matzukis Nigg-Dee aka Joe & NDV Nush Rodriguez Patrick Tuchais Paul and Daniela Spiering Randy L. Jones Renald & Florian Mienert Rev. Karl W. Haeussler Richard Schilder Rob N. Röll Robbie Wise Salva Lapuente SMABL Stéphane Peter Tom Haeussler Tony Arthur Tony "Man-Krane" Coles, Produced by Rich Mouser, Alan Morse and John Boegehold Spock’s Beard would like to thank: All the good people who had enough faith in us to pre-order this CD. We truly appreciate it and hope you find it was worth the wait. We would also like to thank Glenn Fitzgerald Engineered, mixed and mastered by (merchandise), Sonya Kukcinovich (social media / customer relations), Thomas Waber and Paul Gargano at InsideOut Music, Rich Mouser at The Mouse House, Altadena, CA Jessica Lausen at Century Media, Jörg Düsedau at Dragon Productions (European booking agency), Rob Aubrey (live sound and live recording engineer), Tommy Noack, Olly Uhl, Ryan Wyler at Bridgetone and Jeff Fox Graphic design by Thomas Ewerhard (assistant engineer at The Mouse House). Photography by Alex Solca Heartfelt thanks to Nick D’Virgilio for 20 years of dedication, true excellence and camaraderie. Candid photos by John Boegehold & Stan Ausmus Alan Morse would like to thank: My lovely wife Kitty, and my awesome kids John & Julia for their support and Photo of Rich Mouser (pg 18) by Arun Nevader patience. I want to thank my Mom Shirley, sister Carol and brother Richard. Special thanks to my brother Neal, I wouldn’t be doing this without you, bro. I’d also like to thank the Fryday Night guys, the Claremont Foothills MKP iGroup, all my friends at Yoga Madre and everyone at Agape. Thanks to Jim Eliasberg. Big thanks to everybody at DynaMetric, Inc. - couldn’t do this without you guys. Thanks to Robin Stoddy and Andy Lund at Taylor Guitars, Thomas Nordegg and Tod Smith. Alan Morse - guitar, pedal steel, mandolin, autoharp, vocals And most of all I’d like to thank Rich Mouser, John Boegehold, Stan Ausmus and all the SB guys for the honor and privilege Dave Meros - bass, vocals of working with such amazingly talented people! And thank you for buying this recording! Jimmy Keegan - drums & percussion, timpani, vocals Ryo Okumoto would like to thank: Evan O’Brian at Korg USA / Ejima at Korg Japan / Chihiro Oshiguro at Yamaha Corporation. Special thanks to my Family: Keiko & Sage Okumoto / Fujimoto Family / Stefy, Joe, Marlena & Lucya Reith and Ryo Okumoto - organ, mellotron, piano, synths, clavinet, vocoder all my friends from my hometown Hyotan -Yama Project (Takashi Yoshino) Ted Leonard - vocals, guitar Dave Meros would like to thank: John Vitale / Eden Amplification, Mark and Tony / DR Strings, Tom Cram / Digitech Electronics, Jeff Carano and Jeff Babicz / Full Contact Hardware, Bill and Jason / Hipshot Products, Craig Costigan and Scott Marceau / Seymour Duncan Basslines with: Ted Leonard would like to thank: Elyse and Kyle Leonard, the love of my life Denise Leonard, Craig Eastman - violin, viola, hurdy gurdy Bart Miller for being the BOSS, and Mark McCrite - Line 6. (Waiting For Me, Down A Burning Road) Jimmy Keegan would like to thank: As always, my wonderful family for their consistent love and support, John Boegehold - vocoder (Something Very Strange) Pascale, Brittani and Benoît and this time I won’t forget my amazing mother, Joyce Keegan! Tama Drums for the drums that do whatever I need them to do. Paiste Cymbals for their innovation, creativity and simply beautiful sounding instruments. Neal Morse - additional guitar (Waiting For Me) Roy Burns, Chris Brady and everyone at Aquarian Drumheads. A great drum is nothing without a great drum head and Stan Ausmus Aquarian is the best! Vater Drumsticks for making the perfect extensions of my hands. Gary Boss at Audio Technica. - additional guitar (The Man You’re Afraid You Are) That’s an AT 4047 on my kick drum. Just listen! Oh my god!!! Focusrite Audio Interfaces. The ISA-One is stunning! Bob Terry at Yamaha Electric drums. Rich Mouser! You are a technical GOD! This record sounds unreal! John Boegehold for writing some killer tunes and a wealth of creative support. And lastly, Dave, Ryo, Al and Ted for dragging me along. www.spocksbeard.com Rich Mouser would like to thank: Kaylene for her support during the many late nights (you’re the best!) www.facebook.com/spocksbeard and Patrick Schneider for getting the EMI plate reverb going. The Tron Gods love you!

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