Produced by Albert Bouchard
Engineered by Albert Bouchard, Joe Bouchard, Don Roeser, Bruce Pucciarello, Richie Castellano
Mixing by Paul Special (1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9) www.paulspecial.com
Mixing by Steve Hardy (2, 4, 7, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14) www.rockmixer.com
Mastering Andy VanDette
>Management Jeff Keller
Cover, illustrations and logo; Richard Zoll
Front face photo: Michale P. McLaughlin
Inside Pictures; Ace Bouchard
All songs ASCAP
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Dedicated to the memory of Samuel Clark Pearlman
1. When War Comes (J Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Vocal, Keys, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass
Joe Bouchard; Trumpets
Greg Holt; Violin
Jack Rigg; Lead Guitar
Eric Bloom; Narration
When that black mirror of illusion
Corrupts the Europeans
Behold the second act
In the saga of Imaginos
Armies of the past retreat
In the wake of revolution
A journey to the country
Of the fourth dimension
Spectacle of awakening light
The soldiers are baffled but still they fight
Creator, destroyer, victory, defeat
I did not come to bring us sleep
Black flag, red flag, space and time
The future is my mind
Judgement day falls on us
After the revolution
This trial of life will take us far
A limitless solution
Minus time of alchemy
This mirror of power came to be
Creator, destroyer, victory, defeat
I did not come to bring us sleep
Black flag, red flag space and time
The future is my mind
When war comes
When war comes
When war comes
When war
When war comes
When war comes
War comes
2. Independence Day (A Bouchard, J Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Organ, Background Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Joe Bouchard; Lead Vocal, Lead and Acoustic guitars, Trumpet, Piano, Background Vocal
The rifles shoot In hunger for the absolute
Of dark and light
The sugar cane of sacrifice
This new world’s wondrous
But no place of grace
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia
Black mirror’s call
From an attic in old Cornwall
Ten years or more
Spoiling for the first world war
While the old world waits
A new life incubates
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia
Exposed at last
The rush of time the future past
The fertile soil
Inseminates this inception
More powerful then some It’s time has come
We’re going to have
A land of our own
Plutonia
3. 7 Screaming Dizbusters (J Bouchard, A Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Ace Bouchard; Keys, E Drums, Percussion and Tympani
Richie Castellano; Lead Guitar
Seven screaming dizbusters
Who lurked behind a rose
Had iron for a bloodstream
And ice behind their eyes
On each and all those holy nights
Where angel dust becomes the sale
and Lucifer, the light
They're long so long this time of year
When stars be crossed by twirling fear
You don't suppose I'd prove surprised
If seven screaming dizbusters
Should go the route and die
Without the warmth they've learned to crave
And ice behind their eyes
On each and all those holy nights
Where devil dust becomes the sale and Lucifer, the light
Bury me near the secret cove so they'll not know the way
Bury me there, behind the rose so they'll not rile my grave
I'll not reveal whose name still lost
Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles...
And their rigid arms...And their evil signs...
Longer days and the longer nights
And their longer, and longer still
On each and all those holy nights
Where dusters dust becomes the sale and Lucifer, the light
Lucifer the light (repeat)
4. OD’d On Life Itself (E Bloom, A Bouchard, D Roeser, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Keys, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Greg Holt; Violin
Jack Rigg; Guitar
How could I cure you, rest and assure you
Take it off from here and put you on the line, yeah
Your back to the pistol and iron bullets whistle
Landscapes open and the world is mine, it's still mine
OD'd on life
The power of powers and once luminous spell
OD'd on life
Crumpled like grave cloths and hipped to the help and you’ve
OD'd on life itself
Writings appear on the wall
The curtains part and landscapes fall
The writing is done, in blood
Like a mummy's inscription and a bat-wing tongue
Well the mouth of the cave will open up wide
Wide as the world that's mine, it's mine, all mine
Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine
So don't you fear this trade in lives
Love loves force but force loves life, yeah
This wedding by heaven was made up in hell
With the victim as bride and life, life itself
OD'd on life
The power of powers and once luminous spell
OD'd on life
Crumpled like grave cloths and hipped to the help and you’ve
OD'd on life itself
OD'd on life itself OD'd
life itself
OD'd OD'd on life itself
Life itself, life itself
OD'd on life, life itself
5. Il Duce (J Rigg, D Roter)
Prince Omega; Guitars, Drums, Mandolin, Percussion, Vocals
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals, Lead Vocal
Vaughan Burton; Lead Guitar
Geoff O’Connell; Narration
We make this wide encircling movement in the Mediterranean, having for its primary object the recovery of the command of that vital sea, but also having for its object the exposure of the underbelly of the Axis, especially Italy, to heavy attack.
Mussolini loved a woman
She’d undress him
At the point of a gun
But she fell for
A French vibrator
A ticket to Marselle
And she was gone
Il Duce get a hold of yourself
Il Duce let’s see those baby blues
;Il Duce I can’t understand
He looks just like another man
He looks just like another
In Naples Vino was flowing
Linguini
And garlic in the air
Tough Cannoli
Sad and lonely His woman is gone
The world doesn’t care
Chorus
He could have had Ethiopia
He could have had Albania
If he kept his mind on his work
He could have had Romania
But that’s not what he wanted
Nope that’s not what he wanted
Ah somewhere mothers are singing
Somewhere children jump and shout
But there is no joy in Sicily
Cause the great Il Duce has struck out
The great Il Duce has struck out
Il Duce get a hold of yourself
Il Duce let’s see those baby blues
Il Duce I can’t understand
You look just like another man
You look just like another man
He looks just like another man
He looks just like another
6. Bombs Over Germany (E Bloom, D Roeser, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Acoustic Guitars, Drums, Vocals
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals,
Ross ‘The Boss” Friedman; Lead Guitar
Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Say's Willie's done quite a job
Hitler's on the phone from Berlin
Say's I'm gonna make you a star
My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol
A flight of English bombers across the canal
After twelve, they'll all be here
I think you know the job
They hung there dependent from the sky
Like some heavy metal fruit
These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
Must these Englishmen live that I might die
Must they live that I might die
In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb
Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
But there's no reward for failure, but death
So watch me in mirrors, keep the glide path
Get me through these radars no I cannot fail
Not when great silver slugs are eager to feed
I can't fail no not now
When twenty five bombers wait ripe
Chorus
Me-262 prince of turbojet,
Junker's Jomo 004
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now you be my witness how red were the skies
When the fortresses flew for the very last time
It was dark over Westphalia in April of 45
Chorus
Bombs over Germany ME 262 (repeat)
Bombers at 12 o'clock high
7. Before The Kiss (A Redcap) (D Roeser, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Keys, Cowbell, Vocal, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass
RJ Ronquillo; Resonator Guitar
So grab your rose and ring side seat,
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo,
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my Suzy, my Suzy,
Why did we ever start
It's morning now, you'd never know
The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark
And underneath, the black light,
Underneath it all
Four and forty redheads meet,
Come to doom doom the dawn
With threats of gas and rose motif
Their lips apart like swollen rose
Their tongues extend, and then retract
A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss
Doors like flint and window panes
An endless shadow bar
The owner's boys have gone to work
To stop big deals behind the bar
While outside on the turnpike
They got this new hit tune
Where thrills become as cheap as gas
And gas as cheap as thrills
One thrill and mundane here at last
Expect the cross one more
Lecherous invisible
Beware the limping cat
Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
Still ripe and fully bloomed
A rose that's not from anywhere
That you would know or I would care
And the owners act most cheerfully
Back home at Conry's bar
When their patrons' thoughts at last
Grow too big for their skulls
And awful things are happening
We've let this drama fold
And now the time has come at last
To crush the motif of the rose.
So grab your rose and ring side seat…
8. Three Sisters (A Bouchard, D Roeser, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Piano, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass
Buck Dharma; Lead and Background Vocals, Guitars, Percussion
Three sisters lived in Glenco
Glow worms at their feet
If the mountain was a mystery
If the chasm was too deep
Still they loved to dance and sing
With lambs head, cup and ring
Underneath the world tree 
With refugees from sleep
Don’t look away
From the look in their eyes
They sailed across
The seven skies
Just to get to you
While the tide from the moon was running
Run running
Now comes upon us moon tide
Every thing will pulsate
Upon night that brings there
Sleepwalkers will take their bait
Hear the voices of sleep in the night
Sleep will seize things at night
Because these made up sisters
Didn’t come to bring us sleep
Chorus
Know you the sleeping workers
Know you the works of sleep
Know you the moon’s dark side
Sister Celia has a box to keep
Her mother’s heart all bound in brass
The blood mystery solved at last
And the works of praise unwind
In sleep when no one’s sleeping
Chorus
9. Quicklime Girl (Mistress of the Salmon Salt) (A Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Organ, Background Vocals, Guitars
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Joe Cerisano; Lead and Background Vocals
In the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush there lurks a girl
Who makes them strong and tall
Villagers call her
Behind her back
Behind the bush
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
In the fall when plants return
By harvest time, she knows the score
Ripe and ready to the eye
But rotten somehow to the core
And they call her: quicklime girl
Behind her back: quicklime girl
Behind the bush: quicklime girl
She's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl
A harvest of life, a harvest of death
One body of life, one body of death
And when you've gone and choked to death
With laughter and a little step
I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
For your ripe and ready grave
It's springtime now and cares subside
And the planting's almost done
And fertile graves, it seems, exist
Within a mile of that duke's joint
Where coast guard crews still take their leave
Lying listless in the sun
And the quicklime girl still plies her trade
The reduction of the many from the one
And they call her: quicklime girl
Behind her back: quicklime girl
Behind the bush: quicklime girl
Well she's the mistress of the salmon salt: quicklime girl
A harvest of life, a harvest of death
Resumes it's course each day
It comes as if by schedule
A harvest of limbs of ams and of legs
And toes that crawl, and knees that jerk
And necks like swans that seem to turn
As if inclined to grasp and pray
Toes that crawl, and knees that jerk
Necks like swans that seems to turn (repeat)
As if inclined to grasp or pray
10. The Red And The Black (A Bouchard, E Bloom, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Mandolin, Percussion, Vocal, Guitars
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocal, Lead Guitar
Greg Holt; Violin
Canadian mounted baby a police force that works
Red and black it’s their color scheme
Get their man in the end
It’s all right, It’s all right, It’s all right
You know it’s all right (repeat)
You kill you maim you kill you maim
Go get ‘em men
Frontinac Chateau baby
I cross the border at ten
Got a whip in my hand baby
A girl or a husky at leather’s end
It’s all right, It’s all right, It’s all right
My lovely Belle Punice
It’s all right, It’s all right, It’s all right
My cousin Rarin
You kill you maim you kill you maim
Let’s go
Mush you huskies ride mush you huskies (repeat)
Horn swoop me bungo pony ah dog sled on ice
Make a dash for freedom baby don’t skate on polar ice
It’s too thick to be sliced
By the light of
long and white polar nights
It’s all right, It’s all right, It’s all right
You know it’s all right (repeat)
You kill you maim you kill you maim
Come on bass
That’s the story of the red and the black
11. Dominance And Submission (A Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Wurlitzer, Percussion, Vocals, Guitars
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Jack Rigg; Lead Guitar
Oh yeah
I spent ten years, half my life
Just getting ready and then it was time
Warpage in the figures, radios appear
Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963
Each night, the covers were unfolded
Each night, It's Susy's turn to ride
While Charles, the one they call her brother
Covers on his eyes, murmurs in the background
It will be time
Oh yeah
Susan and her brother, Charles the grinning boy
Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride
Yeah, the radio was on, can't you dig the locomotion
Kingdoms of the radio, 45 R-P-M
Too much revolution then
CHORUS
It's past midnight said Charles the grinning boy
And looking at me greedily, said it's 1964
In times square now, the people do the polka
Dominance, submission, radios appear
We took you up and put you in the back seat
Dominance, submission, radios appear
From year to year we looked out for the venture
Dominance, submission, radios appear
This New Year's eve, it was the final barrier
Dominance, submission, radios appear
Dominance, a sub mission (repeat0
The time is now
12. Shadow Of California (J Bouchard, N Smith, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Cyzon Griffin; Drums
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Joe Bouchard; Piano, Keys, Background Vocals, Percussion <
Ross ‘The Boss” Friedman; Classical Guitar
Dana McCoy; Background Vocals
Beneath the freeway at the cloverleaf junction
A symbol of good luck emanates darkness
The shadow will grow to cover California
Somewhere on the road from San Bernardino
The future is steering
And The past
Will not pass
Speed is the game in the shadow of kings
Where the company of angels fly
They appear at the crossroads at once in the future
Clad in the darkness on the highways of night
With no love
At all
From the past
Night makes right
The symbol remains
Into the darkness
Must pour the brains
In the shadow of California
Revolution by night grant me this future
Kings of the shadow on the highways of night
From San Bernardino these angels are racing
On this night to your city
The host of angels
Arriving
In Los Angeles
Chorus (2x)
Revolution by night
Revolution by night
Into the darkness
Revolution by night
Into the darkness
In the shadow
Into the darkness
Of California
Into the darkness
Revolution by night
Into the darkness
Into the darkness
13. Cities On Flame (A Bouchard, D Roeser, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Guitars, Drums, Clavinet, Percussion, Harp, Vocal
David Hirschberg; Bass, Background Vocals
Ross ‘The Boss” Friedman; Lead Guitar
My heart is black and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry
My ears will melt and then my eyes
So let the girl let the girl
Rock and roll
Cities on flame
With rock and roll
Gardens of nocturne forbidden delights
Reigns of steel and it’s all right
Cities on flame with rock and roll
Marshall will buoy but Fender control
So let the girl let the girl
Rock and roll
Cities on flame
With rock and roll
My heart is black and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with a rock and roll
Three thousand guitars they seem to cry
Ears will melt and then my eyes
So let the girl let the girl Rock and roll Cities on flame
With rock and roooooll
Give it to me now
14. Half Life Time (A Bouchard, S Pearlman)
Prince Omega; Drums, Piano, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
David Hirschberg; Bass
RJ Ronquillo; Lead Guitar
Don Falcone; Organ
Greg Holt; Violin
Dana McCoy; Background Vocals
When the fourth world stands behind the third world
And the third world offers to stand behind you
When the bones of our oppressors turn to dust
And the cause we serve rules the world
There a vision, a visitation
All hail the revolution
You who have nothing to lose but your lives
You who fear to die more than once
It’s here arriving, it’s half life time
Now begins the time of half life
Ghosts they are who walk the earth
Casualties not necromantic
The cauldron affords them birth
Within Europa’s fiery furnace
The last age of prophesy
I am the ghost of countless yearnings
Burn we now for victory
After midnight in the prison yard
The red virgins come to set you free
A lie called truth is on their lips
They do not come to bring you sleep
Red for the wine press of the lord
The bonds they cut are energy
Energy imprisoned must make itself free
Easter Sunday St. John’s night
The messenger sleeps between us tonight
If he wakes before the dawn
The message will not be wrong
If he wakes after light
The message will not be right
One for the loved one
One for the life
One for the husband
One for the wife
Chorus
Imaginos filled with whirlwind sun
He dreams of revolution
But this chosen one
Will not dream of you
Plutonia the dream state beckons
Country of the half life time
Arianna northern fire
Agent of the first design
This world will not end in a whimper
The cries of anguish and victory
History becomes our destiny
Energy imprisoned must make itself free