In This or Other Skin 5:44
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich / Sage
Pureland 5:30
Wendt / Ulrich / Lloyd
The Secret Gardener 3:49
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich
Dark Lover 2:25
Lloyd / Seymour / Ulrich / Husick
Starship (Golden Eye) 7:04
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich
Children of the Rain 5:27
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich
Drug of War 4:49
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich / Steele
Hanging Man 3:40
Lloyd / Ulrich / Wendt
Fanfare for the Lost Tribe 2:40
Lloyd / Wendt / Ulrich
The Desert 4:16
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich
Love's Skeleton 5:52
Husick / Lloyd / Ulrich
Tempest 6:18
Ulrich / Lloyd

"In This Or Other Skin" is a modern folk ballad about brave men and brave women fighting throughout history for freedom and sharing a love that never dies. The action of the song is set in Scotland, Mexico, China, England and the American deep south.

This the story of Bruce,
Of Wallace, their glory
And my brave Scot lads
Fearless and glad to
Test dark England's might
But friend turned false
Soldiers creeped in
And surprised us in the glade
The redcoat's blade
Sent me to endless sleep.
But when they cut us down
I did not make a sound
Except to call your name Kathleen
And hope I did you proud.
I know our love survives
And we will love again
In this or other skin.

This is the story of men
Great men I served
Fighting for the soul
Of my Mexico
Under freedom's sun
We battled well
With sword and gun
But they tricked us with truces
And murdered us
Butchered everyone
But when they shot us down
I did not make a sound
Except to call your name Rosa
And hope I did you proud.
I know our love survives
And we will love again
In this or other skin.

This is the story of we
Comrades in arms
Fighting for our soil
And for liberty
We were Huang Xings band
We fought long
The warlords' hand
But then they hemmed us in
And our blood watered
China's ancient land.
But when they shot us down
I did not make a sound
Except to call your name, Yue Wan
And hope I did you proud.
I know our love survives
And we will love again
In this or other skin.

This is the story I tell
My mates and I
Tigers in the air
When suddenly I fell
Tracers ripped my plane
I fought hard
Through all the pain
But it was time to die
To plunge from
London's deadly sky
But when they shot me down
I did not make a sound
Except to call your name Mary
And hope I did you proud.
I know our love survives
And we will love again
In this or other skin.

This is our story told:
Willie and I
We came from the church
When white robes blocked the road
Pulled us from my car
Wille broke free
But didn't get far
And then they did us in
For the color
Of Willie's skin
But when they shot us down
I did not make a sound
Except to call your name Laura
And hope I did you proud.
I know our love survives
And we will love again
In this or other skin.

"Pureland" inspired by both Indian mantras and Gregorian chants, evokes a place of perfect peace both inside the mind and beyond the stars where the heart and spirit are at rest and united with the One.

Then there was you...
Then there was you
Who never moved
Who never came
Who never left
Who never changed
And always stood
stopped and firm

That's when I knew

Then there was you
The crazy and the sane
The cloud lined with silver
And the furious hurricane
Then there was you

That's when I knew

Then there was you
Who never moved
Who never came
Who never left
Who never changed
And always stood,
stopped and firm

Then there was you
The agony and the peace
The meeting and the parting
The tightening and release

That's when I knew . . . then there was you

That's when I knew
That all of it is good
And if all of it is good
There's nowhere else to go

Then there is you

Then there was you
Nowhere to go
No one to be
No thing to say
No thing to do
You always stand
Stopped and firm

That's when I knew
That all of it is good
And if all of it is good
There's nowhere else to go

Nowhere to go
No one to be
No thing to say

Nothing to do
No one to be
Nowhere to go

No thing to say (right here)
No one to be (right here)
Nothing to do (right here)

There is you

You have heard of Jack the Ripper, of Sweeney Todd and Hannibal Lecter. Now add a new name to these dark annals of murder and horror — "The Secret Gardener". Come inside the mind of a serial killer--if you dare.

You do not see me
But I see you
You do not know me
But, love, I know you
Bright as a butterfly
You pass right on by
Do not see me smile
Do not see me smile.

You charm your friends
So quick and clever
You're theirs for now,
But then you're mine forever
Flutter for awhile
Flutter for awhile.

So many love me
In their quiet way
Never a complaint
Nothing to say
Happily wasting
Wasting away
Flesh to bone
Flesh to bone
Once much like you
Now mine alone.

Always the fear
Rivers of tears
But your vacant eyes
Will soon see me clear
In my still garden
My Secret garden
You will know my power
My new cut flower.

So lovely and still
The chase, the thrill
In the end you'll be pinned
And you'll bend to my will
Flutter for a while
Flutter for a while.

He has been know as The Demon Lover, James Harris or the man in the long black coat and he has prowled for centuries. "Dark Lover" returns to seduce yet another man's wife.

He brings you love
Brings you sweet pain
He will go
But will not leave
First say no but your heart
is on your sleeve

Saying, yes, oh yes
To your dark lover
To your dark lover.
Singing yes, oh yes
To your dark lover
While your husband
Sails the blue brine.

He brings you love
Brings you sweet sin
Waits for you
In the dappled light
Knows just what to do
When your body
Burns at night

He whispers that
The old songs
Got it wrong
The dark lover
Means no harm
His charms are
Meant to please
Come to his heaven
A pleasant hell
He'll love you hard
But serve you well

And you will fall
Under the spell
Of your dark lover

"Starship (Golden Eye)" follows the interstellar journey of a space traveler seeking lost love throughout the vast and achingly lonely universe.

The starship flies
New worlds whirl by
Comets streak
And light years fly

The old world
Withers and dies
The starship flies

Girl with eyes of gold
My lover's voice
Quivers, so old
Soon it will be still
Elemental and chill
As the space outside my starship
Her sweet look, those curved lips
That teasing mouth will vanish
Those vivid eyes I love
Will grow dim
Then go out again
But not forever
Sweet Emily, not forever.

For time is just a place
I will not lose that face
I circumnavigate
Certain that my fate
Like time and space
Will curve and bend
To bring me back again

There will be no end
Of Emily, of Emily and me.

The starship flies
New worlds whirl by

Translucent is my skin
Colorless are my eyes
The old world
Withers and dies
The starship flies

My lover's gone
(My girl with lips of red)
She's long dead
But she hasn't gone too far

I sense her in the stars
In the space outside my starship.
Her gold eyes, those curved lips
Not blurred by time or distance
I search thru the heavens
For my girl.
Oh, how I miss her
But not forever
Sweet Emily, not forever.

I traveled far
To the center of a star
The journey's done
I have found her.

It was Emily's love
Not gravity's pull
That captured my ship

My heart is full.
Emily is close by
And I sleep in her golden eye
I sleep in her golden eye.

"Children of the Rain" is a song celebrating our rain forests, but at the same time decrying the depletion of irreplaceable natural treasure chests and the passing of thousands of unique species of wildlife.

In the air, in the grass
In the trees, in the water
A subtle death
A silent slaughter
A shredding of the web
A weakening of its strands
A shudder in the land
A shadow made by man

Darker than the shade, lives are passing
They will not come again, they are passing
they will not come again
no, no, no...

Children of the rain
Worlds within worlds
Lives within lives
Children of the sun
Treasure within treasure
What have we done?
Children of the wood
cannot be measured
What is the cost?
for all we have lost

In the dry, in the drop
In the fruit, in the flower
A silent sighing,
A waning power
A growing emptiness
A weakening of the whole
A shudder in the soul
A shadow on us all



"Drug of War" references the famous Irish folk ballad "Johnny We Hardly Knew Ye" but focuses on the casualties of war who bear no physical wounds but still suffer from war's demons. It is the tale of a soldier who can find comfort from the effects of combat only in a hypodermic--a story of a man and his family physically unharmed but changed forever by war.

The bullets whine
The shots slice him through
Too wired to grieve
You're glad it was not you,
The blood soars
A searing high
To know you did not die
But outran once more
The hounds of war

And life is not the same
After this vivid game
You cannot sleep
While your mother weeps
Johnny, I hardly
Know ye anymore.
Unwounded but marred
Not hurt but scarred
Only the needle beats
The drug of war
The drug of war.

Eyes cool as ice
The men wearing stars
Read the pinned charts
Smoke their slow cigars
Pace the floor
Open Hell's door
Unleash the hounds of war
The old race begins
It never ends

"Hanging Man" is a dark story of love gone wrong, a tale of murderous passion and eternal retribution, reminiscent of music one might find in the Child Ballads.

He rode home at a bone-scared speed
His hand it did tremble
His hand it did bleed
His mother said
Son, where you been this day
And why's your black hair
Shot through with grey
And your eyes like a winter dawn.

"Oh mother I've been
To the green piney wood"
I met my lover
Who I thought no good
There I drew my good sharp knife
One deep plunge
And I took her life
In the cold, lonely gray of the dawn.

And as I turned
From her dying light
Suddenly I saw a vision bright
Up in the air
Was a hanging man
Grinning and dancing
O Lord how I ran
In the cold, lonely gray of the dawn.

"Dear mother I'll burn in hell
When I'm dead"
His mother wept as this was said
And her eyes like a winter dawn.

And now the drums beat
A last tattoo
Soon his short bitter life
Will be through
In the cold, lonely gray of the dawn
So listen you lovers
With your angry hands
Or you'll do the dance of the hanging man
In the cold lonely gray of the dawn
In the cold lonely gray of the dawn.

Inspired by chants of the First Nations of Canada and the Native Americans of the American plains, "Fanfare for the Lost Tribe" chronicles the passing of a way of life.

Father, our music dies
Fading away
Great Father, the eagle cries
The raven weeps and cannot sleep
O Great Father our song is sung
Fading away
We call to the Father of all songs
Bring your singers home today
Evening sun, our song is done
Now take sorrow and pain from me

Father the legends go
Fading away
Great Father, the river knows
The salmon weeps in the cool deep
O Great Father our tale is told
Fading away
We call to the Father of legends
Bring your children home today
Evening sun, our time is done
Now take sorrow and pain from me

"The Desert" recognizes that the world can be a hollow shell, a crowded desert. But our connection with a loved one can give us solace and hope in a spiritual wilderness.

The streets are full of empty noise
Of gaudy girls and desperate boys
Block after block, mile after mile
I keep it together, I think of your smile

The streets are full of haunted eyes
Living on dreams living out lies
Going everywhere going no place,
But I keep it together, I think of your face.

This crowded desert
Glitter but no fun
When it's too much
I have somewhere to run
This crowded desert
City of lost souls
Without your love
I'd have nowhere to go

The streets are full of haunted eyes
Living out dreams, living on lies
Going everywhere, going no place
I keep it together, I think of your face

The streets are full of empty noise
Of desperate girls and gaudy boys
Block after block, mile after mile
I keep it together, I think of your smile

This crowded desert
Glitter but no fun
When it's too much
I have somewhere to run
This crowded desert
City of lost souls
Without your love
I'd have nowhere to go

"Love's Skeleton" is a metaphysical fancy that imagines a great love as living on in a lover's bones even after his body dies.

In the centuries to come, love
When the wind blows
From the sunny south
My love for you will whisper
Soft in my dry mouth.
When the wind blows
From the mystic east,
On the ghost of beauty
My empty eyes will feast
And sing in the wind
And sing in the wind...

Can true love live in the bones
When the body's gone
Can its soul survive
As an eternal song?

In the centuries to come, love
When the wind blows
From the frozen north
From my rattled shins
Music will come forth.
When the wind blows
From the roaring west
My hollow skull will then
Recall it loved you best
And sing in the wind
And sing in the wind...

And my bleached ribs shall whistle
Like pipes in those winds
Singing out my love
Again and again and again,
Some passerby will wonder why
Like music in the air
He hears the name of my beloved
Everywhere...

"The Tempest" is a tale of love on the rocks, a story of love once clear and balmy as a tropical lagoon now whipped to a bitter froth, crashing with emotional turbulence.

The harbour lights a distant glint
The howling darkness closes in
Your name the unseen sirens call
Their jagged rocks await your fall
Is this the way it has to end?

The gentle days of calm are gone
The heart that pounded turned to stone
Where eyes found beauty in the reef
Now flesh is torn away in grief
Is this the way it has to end?

Those lapping waters where you swam
Leap up and grab to drag you down
The frenzied waves spit froth and spray
The swirling whirlpool wants its prey
Is this where love is going to end?

Your fears are flying in the wind
Your tears are driving through the rain
Your screams are sucked into a whisper
Your very breath is sucked away