EPIPHANY(Clark/Palmer)

A thunderclap, a flash of lighta bolt that shattered the darka revelation in the nighta future waiting to start

I was lost in a dream, I was mystifiedby the things I had seen on the other side

I was gone, I was sinking fastlike a ship in a stormand if this day was to be my lastit didn’t matter at all

I was left with a glimpse of realityand the part that it plays in my destiny

Every thought, every dream, everything I have ever beencame to meEpiphanyevery move, every part, every beat of my lonely heartthey all came to meEpiphany

Think I left a part of mea part worth leaving behindin a hotel room that nighta ghost for someone to find

I was lost in a dream I was mystifiedby the things I had seen on the other side

Every thought, every dream, everything I have ever beencame to meEpiphanyevery move, every part, every beat of my lonely heartthey all came to meEpiphany

Every taste, every love, every push, every shove; every case, every soul, every race, every goal; every heart, every face, every part, every trace; every port, every case, every sort, every place; every fall, every call, every score, every door; every eye, every sky, every whore, every lie; every seed, every need, and the blood that I bleed; every tear, every fear, every look, every lear; every note, every chord, every sigh when I’m bored; every scheme, every laugh, every single photograph; every love I have known, everything I have owned; every dream, every scene, everywhere that I’ve been; every meal, every date, every friend, every mate; every bend, every curve, every start, my fate; every fight, every walk in the night, all I’ve lost; every cent, every joint, every win, what it cost: every time I’m on track and when I’ve been wrong, every smile I got back, every word of this song

HERE AND NOW (Clark/Palmer)

In the words of the kingthere will come a daywhen the hearts and souls of manwill find a waykingdom comecross on firestill talking about freedom

As the eyes of the worldlook the other wayforget about rights, if you weren’t born whitethere’s a price to paywe’ll still be hereon judgement daytalking about freedom

Let’s talk about freedomand make a standlet’s be the change that leads to the promised landlet’s come togetherand make a vowto talk about freedomin the here and now

We are children of the revolutionwe dreamed to make a better worldwe hold up our hands and cry for freedomfreedom!

Let’s talk about freedomand make a standlet’s be the change that leads to the promised landlet’s come togetherand make a vowto talk about freedomin the here and nowlet’s talk about freedomin the here and nowlet’s talk about freedomin the here and now

JESUS STREET (Clark)

I hit the ground runningI didn’t say goodbyeI was heading down the highwaywith the first light of dawnat least the sun was on my side

I took it to the limitto where I’d never been beforeI’d been walking on the wild sideplaying with our liveswell I’m not playing any more

Then I found myself on Jesus Streeton the great divide, where the angels meetI found myself on Jesus Streeton the great divide, where the angels meet

I was in the dream chamberI could feel the desert wind blowing in my hairwhispering the answer for the second timeand it blew my mind

Then I found myself on Jesus Streeton the great divide, where the angels meetI found myself on Jesus Streeton the great divide, where the angels meet

3 CHORD TRICK (Palmer)

I’d like to disagree with you that crime don’t paybut you make a lot of enemies along the waythe alchemy you need find the perfect lickthe sleight of hand until you find the three chord trick

He made a lot of money and he made a lot of foesI guess he liked the smell of it just following his noseand once you find the formula you can’t go wrongif you’ve played the blues, you knew it all alongplay the three chord trick and you’ve got yourself a song

He can juggle with the best of them and that’s a facthe can conjure an illusion from a loaded packhe’ll try to take the credit for it, that won’t stickit’s just another version of the three chord trick

He’s holding all the cards and you can take your choicedon’t look him in the eyes, don’t listen to the voiceif you focus on the hands you can’t go wrongif you paid your dues you knew it all alongplay the three chord trick and you’ve got yourself a song

They call it double dealing and the art is in the handmany years of practice and your wish is my commandif you believe in magic let the mystery unfoldand it seems that sand turns into gold

LOOKING FOR AMERICA(Clark)

I was the eyes of the nation, their man on the groundin the heat of the action wherever it was foundliving on the frontline, bringing home the newswith God on our side we could never ever lose

Looking for America, looking for America

Hitched a ride with a sweet sixteenprettiest thing I have ever seenset up in the back seat and whispered my goodbyesthen she lit up and took me to the skies

Looking for America, looking for America

Stars they were shining like diamonds in the nightwhen the lights of New York city rose on my rightand the eastern seaboard simmered in the heatI shed a tear and started rocking to the beat

Looking for America, looking for America

MAGDALENE (Clark)

A walk in the parka kiss in the darka dance in the moonlightas the world sleepsthe feelings run deepeverything’s alright

A ship in the nightleaves with the tidedidn’t say goodbyea ship in the nightgone with the winddidn’t say goodbyeMagdalene

A date in the palmslost in your charmsin your insighta break in the calman exchange of armsall over by midnight

A ship in the nightleaves with the tidedidn’t say goodbyea ship in the nightgone with the winddidn’t say goodbye

I’m left with the memoryunder my skinand the moon, and the starsand the movement of the seaMagdalene

BOUNTY HUNTER(Caviglia /Clark/Palmer)

She’d been in the warsscars on all of her facesshe’d got her rewardcurves in all the right places

She taught me some movesand I’m no stranger to the gameI couldn’t refuseto feel the pleasure and the pain

And as I looked into her eyesI felt a shiver down my spineonly one thing on her mindshe was a bounty hunter

“What’s in this for me?”her words still echo in my mind“It don’t come for freeI’m not the giving kind”

So eager to pleaseshe was an easy loverdown on her kneesI knew she’d blown her cover

And as I looked into her eyesI felt a shiver down my spineonly one thing on her mindshe was a bounty huntera gold digger baby

I made my escapehad to think aheadher one big mistakeshe let me tie her to the bed

I said my goodbyesand I didn’t look backand to my surprisestill had my heart and soul intact

There was a price upon my headand she was out to get medidn’t care, alive or deadthis is cowboy countryand as I looked into her eyesI felt a shiver down my spineonly one thing on her mindshe was a bounty hunter

TWISTING THE KNIFE(Palmer)

She was no stranger to the ways of the swordand had scars to prove itshe was 20 years my junior lordI just couldn’t refuse itshe was an accident just waiting to happenand I was in the right placeit was looking like a fatal attractionlike a moth to a flame

And she was taking no prisonersI got straight to the pointshe said if you think you can handle itlet’s get out of this jointso I fired up the 257put my foot to the floorshe said this ain’t my idea of heavencome on, give me some moretwisting the knifeshe knew how to hurt me

To add insult to injurypouring salt in the woundshe was listening with apathyto all my favourite tunesas we were running the red lightsdown the telegraph roadthen it was countdown to ecstasy in a motel she knowstwisting the knifeshe knew how to hurt me

Getting back to realityI had sand in my shoesI was running on emptyalready yesterday’s newsand if you’re looking for a happy endingthat’s as good as it getseveryday the scars are mendingevery time it hurts lesstwisting the knifeshe knew how to hurt me

TELL ME WHY (Caviglia /Clark/Palmer)

Tell my whythe sky is grey everyday tell me why black and whiteare the only colours you reveal to mewhy babe are you so far away keeping your distance tell me whyyou don’t tell me why

Tell me whyI’m in the dark and I’m waiting for a sign tell me whyI’m feeling left behindtell me why there’s no light and shade in this empty place tell me whyyou don’t tell me why

I see your shape tonightin shadows on the wallI need your taste tonightI want it allI wanna feel your heart nowbeating next to mine when we’re apart, babeit’s bringing out my darker side

Tell me whyI see your footprints in the sand tell me why

I can’t see our future in the palm of your hands why babeare you so far away from me tell me whyyou don’t tell me why

I see your shape tonight in shadows on the wallI need your taste tonightI want it allI wanna feel your heart nowbeating next to mine when we’re apart babeit’s bringing out my darker side

GOD’S LAND(Clark)

It was something, something that you said to meas we watched the road unwind, rain turn into snowwe were talking about the valley of the river Tynewhen I saw something in youthe world has left behind

We had crossed the borderlineinto the sacred and divineheading north on the sixty ninewe had found our way into God’s land

It was dark when we reached the higher groundand the things you said to me brought tears to our eyeson the road to the valley of the river TyneI saw something in you the world has left behind

We had crossed the borderlineinto the sacred and divineheading north on the sixty ninewe had found our way into God’s land

Wherever I may roamthis will always be my homemy heart forever more will bein God’s land

TWO DAYS OFF(Clark)

Two days offtime out of mindtwo days offfrom the rest of mankindwith good intentions to chill and unwindwe rocked the beach and left a legend behind

Two days offa break from the grindtwo days offhad such a great timeyeh, there were photographs, can’t post them on linewe rocked the beach and left a legend behind

Two days off

EPIPHANY (4:47)HERE AND NOW (5:00)JESUS STREET (3:46)3 CHORD TRICK (4:16)LOOKING FOR AMERICA (5:50)MAGDALENE (4:20)BOUNTY HUNTER (4:00)TELL ME WHY (4:16)TWISTING THE KNIFE (3:50)GOD’S LAND (4:02)TWO DAYS OFF (4:09)

ALAN CLARK

PHIL PALMER

MARCO CAVIGLIA

STEVE FERRONE

DANNY CUMMINGS

MEL COLLINS

TREVOR HORN

PRIMIANO DI BIASE

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BANDAlan Clark: piano, keyboards, vocals & orchestral arrangementsPhil Palmer: guitars & vocalsMarco Caviglia: guitars & vocalsSteve Ferrone: drums & percussionDanny Cummings: percussions & vocalsMel Collins: saxTrevor Horn: bassPrimiano Di Biase: accordion & additional keyboards

GUEST MUSICIANSJames East: bassPino Palladino: bassJamie Squire: vocalsAlain Larribet: dudukAdditional vocals: Appassionante (Stefania Francabandiera, Giorgia Villa and Mara Tanchis)and Daphne Nisi, Chiara Cortez, Anna Fondi, Eleonora Tosto, Valentina Ducros

Produced by Alan Clark & Phil Palmer, co-produced by Steve Ferrone

Recorded at Forward Studios in Grottaferrata, Rome and at Drumroll Studios in Los Angeles Mixed and mastered at Forward Studios in Grottaferrata, Rome

Engineer: Stefano Quarta at Forward Studios, Eric ET Thorngren at Drumroll StudiosMixing engineer: Stefano Quarta at Forward StudiosMastering engineer: Carmine Simeone at Forward Studios Assistant engineer: Andrea SecchiPress office: Red&BlueArtwork & design: Studio Grafite - Rome (Alessandro Colella)

Special thanks to Massimo Scarparo and his lovely family, to Gianluca Di Furia, Riccardo Locatelli,Fabiana Palamà, Emanuela Palmer and to Luigi, Gianluca and the staff at Villa Mercede in Frascati, Rome