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1. Clear Day

2. Nothing in the Dark That's Not There in the Light

3. The Invasion

4. My Soul Wants to Move South

5. The Taker

6. The Rogue's Adventure in Dreamland

7. I Was Back in School Again

8. Water From the Moon


All songs written, performed and recorded by GS. Recorded 12/86- 4/87 at Phantom Airship 1, North Hollywood.

Instruments used: electric and acoustic guitars, bass, electric and acoustic percussion, electric and acoustic vocals, electric keyboards, soprano and baritone recorders, effects.


Most of these songs were based on dreams, and I wanted the music to reflect that. In imagining what I should shoot for before recording started, I thought of what to some might seem 3 very incongruous influences: the Syd Barrett solo records, the Bee Gees "First" and "Horizontal" albums, and the third Peter Gabriel record. All of them seemed to me to have a kind of quiet, weird, haunted quality, and that's what I wanted for this; unexpected access to some private world.

The end result is often a lot more dark-edged and sinister than these influences, with the possible exception of Gabriel, might at first suggest.

It's my opinion that the lyrics here take a quantum leap forward over previous efforts. Something must have clicked because I found my voice as a writer- I was no longer swimming in my influences and experimenting with popular styles. The first song here with lyrics, "Nothing in the Dark", is the most straight ahead. After that it's a whole 'nuther ball game.

Recorded 12/86 - 4/87; some lyrics go as far back as '85. (The oldest one of them is the title track. Confused Celine Dion fans please take note. This is not a cover tune.)


Click on any underlined song to read the lyrics and/or see the instrumentation.


Nothing In The Dark That's Not There In The Light

Time to wake up and see what's around

Time to learn without a sound

Time to understand without second sight

Nothing in the dark that's not there in the light


Don't criticize me, you can't understand

What looking at life can do to a man

Don't try to deny or claim perfection

There's problems with us that surpass detection


Can't you understand, it's still all right

Nothing in the dark that's not there in the light


There's something to learn in every disease

I'll take my knowledge and do as I please

See the blood on the hands of those angels in white

Nothing in the dark that's not there in the light


G.S., 2/19/87



Young boy and grandfather walking in the street

Crowded summertime city street

Toughs walking down the street

Strutting their stuff

Tension in the street

The toughs pass, it's just another day

But the tensions is high

The invasion is here


Someone walking with us

A man I have seen before and think I know (my father?)

There is a splash and screaming metal

as his guts hit the ground

For a moment he stands with half a body

Then he falls back

and his head breaks the glass of a store window

Blood runs to the black velvet display case

and pools around his head

Staring up with lifeless eyes,

Haloed with broken glass and blood on tan tile


Things move fast and my grandfather takes me......


We are up in an apartment, hiding

Once I think there was more here

Things of comfort before the fear

Claimed lives and property gone

Don't know who will survive but the end looks near


"These are bad days" says the old man to the boy

Who rises and looks out the second story window

to suburbia below

He can remember how it used to be

Change came suddenly, inexplicably


The streets are quiet now,

with a few people moving around

Grandfather summons him to sit and starts to explain

"Just close your eyes and put your head in my lap."

Grandfather has a ceremonial knife


The boy knows what will happen now

And with his eyes closed he listens for the sound

Will it be slick like a razor

Or rough like the tearing of cloth?


The throat is cut, a soft wet ripping sound

No different than that of an animal

And the deed is done


The boy rises and looks at the old man's second mouth

The unnatural gash self inflicted

The old man's lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.

Now he was alone.


G.S., 12/86



I walk the streets alone at night

Beneath the silent neon lights

There is no order

Chaos rules

And violence reigns supreme


My conscience left me long ago

I don't care

And I don't know just where it's gone

I'm happy now

There's nothing in my way


I live to take your life tonight

I'd love to take your life tonight

As screams and terror fills your heart

Your death makes me a star


Now I'm on the nightly news

With your blood I've paid my dues

Your innocence and all your dreams

are buried in the grave


I'm killing you because it's fun

It could be you or anyone

I don't owe the world respect

And this is all I crave


I live to take your life tonight

I'd love to take your life tonight

As screams and terror fill your heart

Your death makes me a star


Now it's time to face the facts

Time to play the final act

This world is a catastrophe and order is a joke


If you live free you live with me

Brush shoulders with insanity

I suffer you to come to me

Or live under the yoke


Take one last look before you fall

You've seen my face in mirrored halls

To you the world is made of glass

To me it's made of stone


G.S., 4/87




 It was rush hour in the night club cafeteria

High atop the social tower

High above a thousand glittering impersonal lights

In the towering club

The elite danced the night away

To the pulse of the latest rage

Blood red was the light


It was a few hours before dawn

And night was not yet gone

When the chase began

As an emissary of the Dragon force

A policeman-assassin of sorts

Was pursuing The Interloper

He who was not of the club

The rogue of many faces

He who owes no allegiance

And schemes only to escape

And serve himself


The night was full of dying possibilities

Full of changing air and excitement

Full of life, however dangerous and foul

The force of life crackled like static in the wind


The rogue pushed through the unseeing mass

Drugging themselves on the red-lit dance floor

Shoving the unaware aside

in his attempt to escape the law

The oriental agent followed, doing the same

Until the rogue pushed through at last

To the brightly lit hallway

Where the elevators led to offices,

The street,

New adventures,


But his pursuer was right behind

Dragon man could not cuff the rogue

But was pushed off balance

The elevator was called

And as the rogue disappeared towards freedom inside it

The agent assassin laughed in desperate triumph

"I've tricked you", he called as the doors shut:

"That elevator is going down!"

But as the doors shut and the elevator roared up

Throwing him to the floor

He knew he had won anyway.


On the ground above

A strange sight awaited him

Naked, sprawled on the floor

Wall to wall on brightly colored bean bags

The elderly corpses lay sprawled in a naked orgy

Groping without motion

The fresh dead had been positioned obscenely

In a last fling at wild passion


He picked his way through gingerly

Hoping to avoid stepping on anyone

In his head he heard their voices

And became convinced

they would feel pain if stepped upon

He had no wish to anger them

Though they seemed dead

Their social grope was important

They must go undisturbed

As it was the easiest way

to avoid arguments and confrontations

And he passed through the glass doors

to the condo project beyond


It was almost dawn but people treated it as dusk

Perhaps to some there was no difference

He roamed the empty facades

Conscious of the presence of the force of life

In so much empty space

The people were all in

But there was more life because of it

The way the empty night feels alive

to those weary of their kind


Ahead in an upstairs window a light shined

In a typical middle class bedroom

Of a typical middle class girl

Some businessman's daughter

Just waiting for sex

Ready to fuck and suck for the sake of rebellion

Ready to try anything once

Ripe for perversion

A fellow searcher for the force of life


She snuck back in her room with her friend

Less attractive and somewhat more cynical than she

Perhaps they both were looking for a good time

Young girls often liked to play games


He climbed up to her window

Scaling the rustic facade into teenage suburbia

The Interloper once again


They did not seem surprised

They did not want to fuck

He had to get somewhere and he needed directions

From up here he could see better

They took him to the window and pointed


It was a club on the street shrouded in mist

from the damp morning

In the gray light it looked like a chateau

And he knew it was a chance, a battle in the war

Perhaps tonight he'd win


And as he stared from her window

He grew excited

Sensing that victory could be near

Get ready for another adventure

Get ready for another fight



G.S., '86



I was back in school again

Getting ready to graduate

It wasn't my school

But if it was

I probably wouldn't go back

(It never is)


But very often if not always I feel I have returned home

To people I never knew who are my close friends

To girls who I really did use to know

Who didn't like me then

But want the chance to know me all over again


Friends and community

Always there in the back of my mind

And on waking I find


I am saddened that only in dreams

were these things truly real for me.


And every year around June

When it's time for some new class to graduate

I dream and I leave once again

Or I'm just back

Back with friends more real than those I left behind

Back in times more fun than the truth

What was the truth?


Moments out of time, we were as one

But imprisoned, unity was in cynicism

If the authorities didn't hound us,

we often hounded each other

It was no paradise


Even if I could go back, there's not much left behind

Just dreams of what we could have been

Had we not been so blind


I was back in school again

It was graduation day

Father was speaking on the phone, so many miles away

And as he spoke, a shower broke

and rain came pouring down

The room turned gray and the light grew dim

and my soul wore a frown

He spoke to me from the land of night,

where I was soon to go

To plunge full time into the night

to wrap my dreams in snow

He spoke of payments to be made,

appointments to be kept

Smalltimes coming down so hard,

was it he or I who slept?

I comforted him and said,

"Don't worry, for I will join you soon".

Hung up the phone and I walked to the edge

And I looked down through the gloom


There in summer rain so warm

my friends lay on the ground

Drunken by the party, real escape unfound

And the girl I had come so far to reclaim was gone

along with my chances


The day will turn sunny and warm,

a day of pompousness and circumstances

And an audience of previous generations

who wish to share their blight


Goodbyes will be said and the inmates released

To work out their lifetimes in night.


G.S., summer '86




An end to war and hatred,

An end to need and want

A perfect life while living,

No memories that haunt

A span of years with no regrets

Or ways to fill them all

A world of spring and summertime,

An end to winter and fall

A time when all love is returned

And every promise true

A time when old age is a myth

And everyone is new

A time when everyone has food

And no one needs a car

A time when everyone is loved

For what they really are


And the world will change

With words and a tune


Water from the moon.


G.S., '85


All songs/lyrics c 1987 by Greg Segal. All rights reserved.

All songs written, performed and recorded by GS. Recorded 12/86- 4/87 at Phantom Airship 1, North Hollywood.

Instruments used: electric and acoustic guitars, bass, electric and acoustic percussion, electric and acoustic vocals, electric keyboards, soprano and baritone recorders, effects.


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lettering , artwork and original cassette design: GS

photos: Ken Zelinka