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The Dream Goes On: An Anthology 1985–1997
Disc 1
01. Song of the Swords
02. Shade Gate
03. Needle Gun
04. Zarozinia
05. Master of the Universe
06. Dreaming City
07. Moonglum
08. Elric the Enchanter
09. Conjuration of Magnu
10. Magnu (live)
11. Dust of Time
12. Cajun Jinx
13. The War I Survived
14. Heads
15. Lost Chronicles
16. Wastelands of Sleep
17. Wings
18. Ship of Dreams
19. T.V. Suicide
Disc 2
01. Images
02. Back in the Box
03. Treadmill
04. Lives of Great Men
05. Void of Golden Light
06. Eons (Snake Dance)
07. Ejection
08. LSD
09. Mask of Morning
10. The Secret Agent
11. Letting in the Past
12. The Camera That Could Lie
Disc 3
01. Space Is Their (Palestine)
02. The Dream Goes On
03. Right to Decide
04. The Dream Has Ended
05. This Future
06. White Zone
07. Sputnik Stan
08. Death Trap
09. Alien I Am (The Roswel edit)
10. Love in Space
11. Lord of Light
12. Distant Horizon
13. Phetamine Street
14. Waimeia Canyon Drive
15. Alchemy
One for the innocence, three for the truth
Twenty years to late to love me
In the dark on my own, I'm not alone
Still too blind to see
On phantom shoulders i cannot lean
Watch the waning moon soon unseen
I'm not waiting for the morning
Even for the dawn

Found my wings I'm flying now
Hold the tears no cryin' now
Boo Hoo
The scapegoat has died
She lives on in my memory
As the part i left behind

So tired of these songs they inspire
Drying my tears at that fire
All these years here's what I learned never let them stir
The ashes embers of my fears
Turnin' on me at the edge, where
Blame the victim plays the game
Selfishly unsane

Time after time, it ain't complex
Let me lay it out real plain
Why i'm vexed first, i had sex
Before gettin' married to them I was a whore. for
A year i was ignored. next,
After i professed having been molested
Got mean stares for the next three years
Blamed, for the drama in our family affairs
Laughed n' called me selfish, was cryin' on the floor
Bangin' my head on the fridgedaire door, now
Someone's gettin' married and they want me to come
So those damn photo albums won't be missin' anyone?
I'll be there cause in fact I don't dig dramatics
Telephone games and emocrabatics
Enough with that static 3x
I'm done

REPEAT CHORUS

In fear and enraged always the outcast
These fading remnants of my past
The things that noone else would say
Let, sleeping dogs lie
Call the hell hounds to my side
I wasn't born to wait to die
To walk on tiptoes all my life
And never wonder why

So, friends of mine, it ain't done yet
I've always been prone to... get upset
Even, flippin' out, when
My damn people carry on, talkin like they care, OR
Tryin'a make a score game outta who to blame
Still ignoring the real pain
Walk these dogs down 13th ave
Watch... all the yentas talkin trash