Hat and Coat
When It Comes to Giants Pt 1
Maniac Hill
Jimmy Upside
Sad Ass World
Anderson and Council
Mary Saw Angels
At the End of the Day
Bishops of Fright
In Came the Fool
For Her
Devils in the Rain
Up in the Sky
Looking For A Heart
When It Comes To Giants Pt 2
A Walk in the Woods

Pirates steal, they have no shame
Some use the sword, others use a name
The poets words were not to blame
Pirates always seem to get away

This pirate was a real drag
He had a nasty monkey and an old toothless hag
He woulda been the perfect one to hang
Pirates always seem to get away 

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Ask the heart
Where the poet ends
And the pirate starts

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Claim the heart 
Where the poet ends 
And the pirates starts

Its true he never sang that perfect note
Regardless of his golden throat
He’d spent 60 years at sea alone
Keeping pirates tiny ship afloat

Pirates rewrite history
Pirates edit, pirates steal
Stolen water’s a little sweeter
Secret bread’s just a better meal

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Ask the heart
Where the poet ends
And the pirate starts

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Claim the heart 
Where the poet ends 
And the pirates starts

Pirate was a real drag
Now pirate and the monkey
Fly the family flag
They woulda been the perfect ones to hang
But pirates always seem to get away 

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Ask the heart
Where the poet ends
And the pirate starts

You can take his humble boat
His hat and coat
Claim the heart 
Where the poet ends 
And the pirates starts


Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Wendy Melvoin: Electric and acoustic guitars
Tim Pierce: Slide guitar
Gerry Leonard: Electric guitar
Anna Mjoll; Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, B-3, Vox organ, 
Upright piano, Clavinet, Mellotron

We're here tonight to see the masters glow
Ya know he’s been to mars, spent years in Tokyo
He’s been to hell, turned the fire into snow
Then up the mountain, Om mani padme hum

Remember when the planets all aligned
You were beautiful, unstoppable, sublime
When you heard the distant drums you fortified
You never wined
you never screamed 
you never cried

When you're flying high
Whats high enough?
When you're walking in
Whats in enough for you?
When you’re crying hard
Whats hard enough?
When it comes to giants
Whats big enough for you?

We all deserve a title and a throne
A billion big ones and an island to call home
Blue skies above and a ton of shit below
You'll need a sword
You have a name
You'll need a phone
 
When you're flying high
Whats high enough?
When you're walking in
Whats in enough for you?
When you’re crying hard
Whats hard enough?
When it comes to giants
Whats big enough for you?
When you're flying high
Whats high enough?
When you're walking in
Whats in enough for you?
When you’re crying hard
Whats hard enough?
When it comes to giants
Whats big enough for you?

Repeat







When you're climbing high
When you’re crying hard
When you're climbing high
When you’re crying hard



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Tim Pierce: Guitars
Gerry Leonard: Guitars
Anna Moll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Piano, B-3, 
Mellotron, Theremin

They took the oath
They ate the pill
Had a reason to cry
And freedom to kill
The vision they shared
Remains unfulfilled
It was a blustery day
On maniac hill

Broken the promise
Wounded the will
The dealer was pushing
Rattlesnake swill
Worship the idol
Addicting the thrill
It was a blustery day
On maniac hill

Theres a hole in the levee
A hand on the drill
Let the river run over
The good and the ill

We could get high
We could get high

Russian roulette for the evening
Blood to be spilled
The hams in the oven
The rats at the grill
His pistol was wanting
Hungry chambers to fill
It was a blustery day
On maniac hill

They went for the big one
The extras, the frills
The foxtrot, the shimmy
The tango Brazil
With all of this bullshit
Oh what they could build
It was a blustery day
On maniac hill

Theres a crack in the levee
Better head for the hill
Let the river run over
The good and the ill






We could get high
We could get high
We could get high
We could get high



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Frank Barbalace: Electric and acoustic guitars
James Harrah; Electric and slide guitars
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Upright piano, B-3,
Mellotron, Farfisa organ, Mini Moog

The Spanish Boy Boutique
And the Black Tequila Doll
Out for night of lost and found
On the streets of Chestertown
Went looking for time unbound
Down in Chestertown

Coal Street is alive
There’s Margie Dee and there’s Little Beth
Place your key on any number
And make a bet
Put your key on any number
And take a deep, deep breath

Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down

They go straight to Lupe
For what she has to sell
Tonight it's Tom and Hercules
Says she's fresh outta Jelly Hell
So it’s The Boy and The Doll and Hercules
Lupes fresh outa hell

Toulouse and Sparky
Play the rules of the house
Touly pushing eros heavy
Holy Spark’s just staying out
T is pushing eros
Holy ghost says, “deal me out”

Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down


The sun never rose
The morning never came
Poor Boutique and Tequila
Never saw another day
For Boutique and Tequila
The next day never came

Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down
Jimmy upside, Jimmy go down




Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Basses
Tim Pierce: Acoustic
and electric guitars
Anna Mjoll; Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Modular synth bass
and organ, Rhodes piano, B-3, CP-70 piano,
Mellotron, Mini Moog

Jesus was a gentleman
Holy Moses good
One day he made a little trouble
Got nailed to a piece of wood

He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t angry
Was just a little dead
He broke a lot of rules
This guy broke a lot of bread

We’re not 6 billion voices
Trying to speak as one
We’re not the virus, not the news
We’re not the smoking gun

We could be distant stars
Exploding in the night
Those Messier portraits
Those grave battles of the light

Gather round
Boys and girls
Gonna tell you a story
About a sad ass world
No one knows how it started
Like the oyster and the pearl
This sad, this sad ass world

I'm sorry to say
But I have had my doubts
The big boat’s run aground
The big clock is running out

This bar’s about to close
This call will be the last
Better flip the God damn switch
Before tomorrow becomes the past

Gather round
Boys and girls
Gonna tell you a story
About a sad ass world
No one knows how it started
Like the oyster and the pearl
This sad, this sad ass world



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Martin Barre: Electric and acoustic guitars,
Mandolin
James Harrah: Acoustic guitar
Gerry Leonard: Acoustic guitar
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Acoustic piano, B-3,
Mellotron

Anderson and Council never got along
Anderson was prettier
Council never wrong
One made the perfect noise
The other painted songs
But they just never got along

As they got older
Like lucky men do
Nothing really changed
But boy the damn thing grew
They had laser lights 
and Chester White
flying ‘round the room
All kinda loonies on the moon

It wasn’t right
It wasn’t fair
That’s what they say was in the air  
If I had known them, I coulda cared 
If I knew Jesus
I mighta said a prayer

The painter grew angry, sullen and dark
His paintings lacked color
And all kind of spark
The others sat there waiting
No ship to embark
No way to sing that holy hark

There was a Ike and there was Turner
There was Sonny and The Cher
Bonnie and her fella Clyde
Ginger Rogers and Astair
Adam and ambitious Eve
Romeo and Juliet
King Louie 16 and the head of Antionette


It wasn’t right
It wasn’t fair
That’s what they say was in the air  
If I had known them, I could’ve cared 
If I knew Jesus
I mighta even said a prayer


There was a real dark side 
To that sad ass mess
There was a big ‘ol wall 
Between Council and the rest 
Old soldiers, no-mans land
50 years they stood the test 
Guns blazing, semi-quavers
…but I digress

Not a lapse
Not a lock 
Not a musing
Not a death
Not a lapse
Not a lock 
Not a musing
Not a death

It wasn’t right
It wasn’t fair
That’s what they say was in the air  
If I had known them, I coulda have cared 
If I knew Jesus
I mighta even said a prayer

Not a lapse
Not a lock 
Not a musing
Not a death
Not a lapse
Not a lock 
Not a musing
Not a death




Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Gerry Leonard: Electric guitars
Paul Franklin- Pedal steel guitar
Anna Mjoll; Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Upright piano,
B-3

The first time Mary saw the angel
She was only 13
When Mary told mother
Mother just disagreed
She said he followed me home
Mother did not believe
And that was the start
Of the end of the angels for Mary

The first time Mary saw the angel
She was only 13
Mary told mother
But mother just wouldn't see
He followed me home
He came down with the leaves
And that was the start
Of the end of the angels for Mary



Aaron Stirling: Drums
John Patitucci: Acoustic bass
Tony Levin: Electric bass
Tim Pierce: Electric guitar
James Harrah: Electric guitar
Gerry Leonard: Electric guitar
Patrick Leonard: Upright piano, Acoustic piano,
Mellotron, Farfisa, Mini Moog solo

He said:
“When I was a boy we had 78’s
There was Webb Pierce and Harry James
All the greats
They'd sing you a song
With this stuff in the back
Now I'll be like them
And you'll be the stuff in the back”

We’d listen to music
Old country and such
There'd be songs about drinking
And there'd be songs about luck
We’d talk about Roshi
And Brigitte Bardot
From gentle the poet
To a monk on the go

You know this doesn't end well
For me or for you
He said he'd listen to stories
About gypsies and Jews
There's no heaven no hell
There'll be no more reviews
At the end of the day he said
“It all comes down to mood”

Took a piano up Mt. Baldy
Left the unnamed in charge
And she stole all his money
Stole his music, his car
But it was never enough
One day she just went too far
He said; “Now she's peeking out
Through those tiny little bars”

You know this doesn't end well
For me or for you
He knew all the stories
He’d heard all the news
There's no heaven no hell
There'll be no more reviews
At the end of the day he said
“It all comes down to mood”





Aaron Stirling: Drums
John Patitucci:Acoustic bass
Tim Pierce: Acoustic and electric guitars
Bruce Gaitch: Acoustic guitar
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Upright piano, B-3

There are monsters
There are monsters
There are monsters
There are monsters

If you could see me
Would you believe I was there
Would you be listening for gunfire
And hideaway scared

If I could see you
Would I even care
After all you're nothing like me
We’re hardly a pair

If I had a thoughtful bus
I could drive it away
I could drive over anyone
That got in my way

I’d have followers galore
And I‘d show them all the light
And I’d call my new religion
The Bishops of Fright

But for now, leave me alone
I’ve had more than enough
Stay away from my stuff
Stay away from my bus
Stay away from my stuff
Stay away from my bus



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Ian Anderson: Flutes
Frank Barbalace: Acoustic and electric guitars
James Harrah: Acoustic guitar
Gerry Leonard: Space noise guitar
Anna Mjoll & Tony Levin: Red Panda Particle manipulations
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, B-3, Modular synth, Mini moog, CP-70,
Mellotron, Acoustic piano, Wurlitzer electric piano

Line em up
Short to tall
Big brain to small brain
To no brain at all

Line em up for dinner
The pig is on the fire
Its time to pick a winner
Its right down to the wire

Keep an eye on the radio
Friday night, we got nowhere to go
It's just me and the mule
And in came the fool

Mule stays above, I go below
He likes it fast and I like it slow
It’s just me and the mule
And in came the fool

Pack it up
Ya ‘ol pachyderm
Great balls of fire
There’s almost nothing left to burn

We all been awaiting
A DJ T-up tune
The pumpkin so bemusing
Ya know he's crazy as a loon

Keep an eye on the radio
Friday night, we got nowhere to go
At home with the mule
And in came the fool

Mule stays above while I go below
He likes it fast, I like it slow
A hot tub with the mule
And in came the fool

Line em up
Short to tall
Big brain to small brain
To no fucking brain at all

Keep an eye on the radio
Friday night, we got nowhere to go
It's just me and the mule
And in came the fool



Mule stays above while I go below
He likes it fast, I like it slow
In the shower with the mule
And a in came the fool




Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Stick
Tim Pierce: Electric guitar
Gerry Leonard: Electric guitar
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, B-3, Mellotron horns,
Wurlitzer electric piano, Mini Moog

I am the ghost if Avalon
Give me one more Coke and Corralejo
 
Joey said there was a robbery in a canyon
He said it was a messy cellular scene
I was busy counting down the end of me
Looking for one last roll in the leaves

I don't know who made the sun
I don't know what makes it rise
I don't know what keeps it warm
I climbed a mountain to find her name
For me she's the only one

I wore Lucky Jeans and hope
You wore Gucci white and gold
We headed north along the sand
Old Leonard singing “I’m Your Man” 
 
I was floating out for the view
California blue on blue
Then the sun disappeared and there was you
There was only you

I don't know who made the sun
I don't know what makes it rise
I don't know what keeps it warm
I climbed a mountain to find a name
For me she’s the only one

I don't know who made the sun
I don't know what makes it rise
I don't know what keeps it warm
I climbed a mountain to find your name
For me you’re the only one

For Her
For Her



Aaron Stirling: Drums
John Patitucci: Basses
James Harrah: Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Wirltzer electric piano,
Acoustic Piano,  Mellotron, Modular Synth

Nina wore a feather dress
Poncho had a stolen vest
They danced like poets
Around the fountain head
Once again they took the flower
Once again second best

There was no shame 
The moon was high
The sky on fire 
Nina sighed
Just one time I’d like to win
Poncho whispered 
We have my love 
As long as we have us, we did
As long as we have love, we win

They danced like devils in the rain
A mermaid and conquistador
The vested and the darkened dove
And they danced like devils in the rain
A mermaid and conquistador
The vested and the darkened dove

There is a place where lovers go
Were rivers flow until they glow
And what you see cannot be owned
When your heart’s your only home
You're not alone
You're not alone
You're not alone

They danced like devils in the rain
A mermaid and conquistador
The vested and the darkened dove
And they danced like devils in the rain
A mermaid and conquistador
The vested and the darkened dove



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass an Stick
James Harrah: Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Anna Mjoll: Vocals, Madness
Patrick Leonard: CP-70, B-3, Modular Synth, 
Fender Rhodes,Moog Bass

Winter is long in the Upper Peninsula
It’s enough to make an eskimo cry
In the house on the lake
You were warm by my side
Together we were up in the sky

Oo rising
Oo rising
Oo rising
Oo rising

They were Charlie and Sierra 
They were your blue eyes
You were Chippewa Indians 
You were the northern lights
I was lost in the woods 
But always standing by
While you were up in the sky

Oo rising
Oo rising
Oo rising
Oo rising


Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tont Levin: bass
Gerry Leonard: Acoustic and electric guitars
James Harrah: Electric guitars
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Modular synth, Upright piano,
Wirlitzer electric piano, Melotron, Mini moog solo

A man against his will
Was in a struggle with a fall
Sitting perfectly still
In a hole behind a wall

His cat was up a tree
His mood was midnight blue
He’d never had a single reverie
He’d never even had a view

For those of us so far apart
For those of us who don't like art
Sailing on a sinking arc
Just looking for a heart

For those of us so far apart
For those of us who don't like art
Sailing on a sinking arc
Just looking for a heart



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
James Harrah: Acoustic and electric guitars
Frank Barbalace: Electric guitar
Gerry Leonard: Electric guitar
Tim Pierce: Electric guitar
Patrick Leonard: Upright piano, Modular synth,
Acoustic piano, B-3, Mellotron

I don’t believe in the 4 inch screen
I don’t like the camera staring back at me
It’s gonna steal my money and my DNA
Cheshire Cat disappeared again today

And I remember Aqualung
His broken luck while the panties run
And I remember Let it Be
Mother Mary, speak to me

When you're climbing high
Whats high enough?
When you're swimming out
Whats deep enough?
When you're checking in
Whats in enough for you?

When you’re crying hard
Whats hard enough?
The eyes get tired
The heart gets tough
When it comes to giants
Whats big enough for you?

The men go fishing yellow fin
The women looking on, one wish begins
In a snow covered house, another winter long
Lorraines glued to the couch, wish two is gone

It’s two pennies rubbed together, it's all she has left
It’s blood and feathers, three wishes dead
Eyes of milk in a cup of rusty tin
She walks towards the exit but she’s too far in

When you're climbing high
Whats high enough?
When you're swimming out
Whats deep enough?
When you're checking in
Whats in enough for you?

When you’re crying hard
Whats hard enough?
The eyes get tired
And the heart gets tough
When it comes to giants
Whats big enough for you?



When you're climbing high
Whats high enough?
When you're swimming out
Whats deep enough?



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Bass
Gerry Leonard: Acoustic and 
electric guitars
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Fender rhodes, B-3,
Mellotron, Modular synth, Mini Moog solo

Babies cry
The homeless buy
The rain stops
And the penny drops

The craze ends
A closed mind opens
Bullets misfire
And a bomb gets unwired

Help finally comes
Hot wires hum
The guilty admit
That old criminal quits

Birds fly
The good man tries and tries
Jane loved to swim
And life begins

Space expands
Kirk commands
Jimmy pours a drink
Pictures Bridgot in her mink

The gift of sight
Another shade of like a virgin white
The angel of strange
At home on the range

Dunkin finished early
He figured it was good
It all looked great
He’d had a ball
It’s time for a walk in the woods
He double checked all the lingo
Til every single thought
Was completely understood
And he took a walk in the woods

There’s a naked body in a car
An undiscovered star
The perfect storm
A brand new norm


The hills are alive
The meek may not survive
There’s poppies and snow
Down the yellow brick road

Dunkin finished early
He knew that it was good
It all looked great
He’d had a ball
It’s time for a walk in the woods
He double checked all the lingo
Til every single thought
Was completely understood
Then he took a walk in the woods

A sinking ship
A sound financial tip
A swinging door
No need for more
Joe and me
A book of unread poetry
The illiterate
Our new confederate

The telephone
Synthetic bone on bone
Piano wire
A funeral pyre
Miscalculate
Please don’t hesitate
The Internet
And a losing bet

The tallest trees
Your chicks for free
The holy road
The final episode
Dark money
Milk and someone else’s honey
Depolarize
The young and the wise


Quiet quitting
The cobra spitting
Lightning strikes
Old electric bikes
Five were tried
When two worlds collide
His poison brain
Good acid rain

This and that
Tit for tat
It wasn’t me
The blind can’t see
No regrets
The Caro-Kann defense
Hang em high
What a guy

Taste the wine
The search for rhyme
Count to three
Join the jamboree
Then count the days
And dance to Purple Haze
Eat your beans
Don't make a scene



Aaron Stirling: Drums
Tony Levin: Basses
James Harrah: Electric guitars
Anna Mjoll: Vocals
Patrick Leonard: Vocals, Acoustic piano, B-3, Modular synth, Mellotron, Mini Moog solo