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 
Albert Bouchard users DW Drums, Evans heads, ProMark sticks, Eastwood and Variax Guitars and Dr Z amps 
Thank you to Lesa O’Connell, Dennis and Cindy Dunaway, Steve Schenck, Andy Shernoff, Murray Krugman, Joan Levy Hepburn, Charlie Calv, Alan Douches, Bruce Pucciarello, Deko Entertainment, Chipster PR, Dom Berard, Knuckle Head, Spirits Burning, Mary Spender, Tom Bukovac, Mark Biederman, Tish, Snooky and BÖC fans everywhere. 
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&nbsp
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