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Steve Hackett : Guitars, Acoustic Guitars & Vocals
Nick Beggs : Bass & Chapman Stick
Dick Driver : Double Bass
John Hackett : Flute
Roger King : Keyboards & Programming
Lauren King : Backing Vocals
Ferenc Kovacs : Violin
Amanda Lehmann : Vocals
Jo Lehmann : Backing Vocals
Anthony Phillips : 12-String Guitar
Chris Squire : Bass
Christine Townsend : Violin, Viola
Rob Townsend : Soprano Saxophone

Produced by Steve Hackett and Roger King
Recorded, mixed and mastered in The Living Room by Roger King
Designed by Harry Pearce

Fire On The Moon (Hackett)
Nomads (Steve Hackett / Jo Lehmann)
Emerald And Ash (Steve Hackett / Roger King)
Tubehead (Steve Hackett / Roger King)
Sleepers (Steve Hackett / Roger King / Jo Lehmann)
Ghost In The Glass (Steve Hackett / Jo Lehmann)
Still Waters (Steve Hackett / Jo Lehmann)
Last Train To Istanbul (Steve Hackett / Roger King / Jo Lehmann)


Fire On The Moon

I feel like I've been the finest fool
Hanging on by my fingertips
The ground gives way beneath my feet
A black cloud descends
I lose my grip
Buried in the mud
Lying here with no relief

The world I've known in paper thin
Torn in shreds my finest hour
A drowning man still battling
One breath rattle gathering
Dust is dust, clean me now
All my strings are gutted
Turn it down

In the paralytic nursery of bygone fears
My old adversary reappears
Still confronted by the many faces of Eve
No matter how I try to heal this injury
Still the trophies line up on the wall
Pride that comes before a fall


Nomads

An open coast, an open road
Spirit rising, burning gold
I'll take you to the caverns
Where the gypsies go
They're dancing through the firelight
Whirling fast and slow

It's a cry from the heart
it's a crying soul
Nothing imagined need ever be lost
Going from dust to dust

We're running and hiding
Like wolves from a pack
You'll hear the waves crashing
Never turning back

It's a cry from the heart
It's a crying soul
Nothing imagined need ever be lost
Going from dust to dust

It's a cry from the heart


Emerald And Ash

Sugarplum fairies on parade
The smiling dolls wield the sharpest blade
Candyfloss pink the sequins whirl
Beneath a serpent ready to uncurl

A dealer playing with my state of mind
Roulette wheel the colours were entwined
Black and white Russians were prepared
She shaked her claim to the lion's share

Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell

A thousand silver songs that filled the air
Rosary the worry beads of care
I should have understood the queen of hearts
Played to win right from the start

Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell

The dice were loaded, knew I was ensnared
Fingers turned to talons in my hair
A rusted door inside a golden cage
A broken chord, a bird that flew away

Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell


Sleepers

Breathing in and out with tide
Leaving the mantra of a world outside
Faces bathed by moonbeams
All the sleepers end you their dreams

Rising from a wave of helping hands
A woman holds a statue till he becomes a man
Captured in her eyes he's finally complete
All the sleepers send you their dreams

Night terrors make you scream
Dogs turned reptiles halloween
Lizards and birds, claws in your feet
Can't shake off all the demons you meet

Surveillance camera in the sky
Big big brother telling you why
Too many saviours on my cross
Might as well worship the Wizards of Ox

Turning your dream around
Taking the reins again
Running through the flames
Sun shining out of the rain

Taking a leap of faith
Jumping into space
Find an unknown place
The moon's other face

All the sleepers send you their dreams
All the sleepers send you their dreams


Still Waters

Lady of the mansion
She gave me her key
But your cotton print dress
Worked its magic on me

Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat

Voodoo queen weaved
Her charms for free
But you big brown eyes
Worked their magic on me

Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat

Storyville ladies
Invited me from the street
But your shy southern smile
Worked its magic on me

Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat


Last Train To Istanbul

Your two eyes like minarets
Rise in twin pools of white
The incandescent fires of spring
Radiant against the vault of night

On the last train to Istanbul

Journey to the heart, dancers on thin ice
Lantern moon, a magic carpet ride
Soulscapes, island nights
In your eyes an afterlife

On the last train to Istanbul

Curling smoke becomes the djinn
Lovers wish for everything
Temple pillars builts on clouds
In your sleep awaking now

On the last train to Istanbul