Oh Queen Alienor, Queen of the Atlantic shores Now married to Henry she rules us no more Once united something was ignited Now separated by this cruel war Oh Aquitaine, when will I see your fair shores again? 'cause soon I’ve got to go – 'cause I am a Huguenot Eleanor married an English King Soon we lost the Kingdom of the Angevin A kingdom that stretched across two lands An empire that turned to sand Aquitaine, in the mists of time I can see the town of my birth Aquitaine, one day I'll return and find the long lost mirth. Aquitaine! Oh Aquitaine, when will I see your fair shores again? 'cause soon I’ve got to go – 'cause I am a Huguenot Oh Aquitaine, when will I see your bastides again? I miss my claret vine I miss my faithful wife Queen Alienor, betrayed by your own sons Now imprisoned, you cry in Chinon Far from your wild Garonne And the proud Dordogne castles, The towers of war Queen Alienor, Queen of Kings, Queen of hearts Queen of the troubadours, Queen of wisdom I miss your heydays of arts and freedom Your son Richard is no more Aquitaine, in the mists of time I can see the town of my birth Aquitaine, one day I'll return and find the long lost mirth Aquitaine! (Lyrics: Tim Hunter & Thierry Sportouche / Music: Tim Hunter)

‘Welcome to the Temple of Music , I am the High Priest of Prog, beloved congregation, we are gathered here today to honour our great heroes of Prog Rock.’ Temple of music, Where we live and we let live Please come and worship, We’ve got so much to give We don’t want to hurt no one We just want to worship the sun This is our religion To smile and always have fun You’re always welcome in our temple Temple of music, Where we live and we let live Please come and worship, We’ve got so much to give We just want to play you our songs We don’t want to do you no wrong This is our religion To play music all day long We just want to play you our songs We don’t want to do you no wrong This is our religion To play music all day long ‘So raise your voices high and open your hymnbook at page number 1970 and sing ‘The Temple of Music’ You’re always welcome in our temple Temple of music, Where we live and we let live Please come and worship, We’ve so much to give ‘Thank you for visiting the Temple of Music. Do visit us again. If you would like to donate towards the upkeep of the temple, please leave a contribution, no matter how small.’ (Lyrics & Music: Tim Hunter)

‘My name is Doctor Beyond. Welcome to The Asylum of Musical Delusion. No one has ever escaped. This island is an ideal place for such an institution, particularly in castle, high on a mountain. These are the patients you’ll be looking after. This ward houses our most dangerous inmates. They’re mainly incurable. These poor souls suffer from what is known as ‘Severe Musical Delusion Syndrome’. (Opening of a cell door – the disturbing wailing of a madman can be heard). ‘Give me a recording contract, please! I’ve written another song!!’ (The door slams shut) ‘You see how pitiful they are – he believes his singing is like a chorus of Angels.’ ‘That’s what these delusionals are like – they can persuade themselves their music is good, but they can’t persuade anyone else. Beware, though, some have the power of hypnosis, which we must resist.They must wear straight jackets and we’ve all had all recording equipment and instruments taken from them. We get them referred from studios, bands, record companies and friends. Now this patient is showing signs of recovery.’ Footsteps stop, sound of a some pipes playing can be heard, cell shutter is opened) ‘He’s responded to treatment, he’s becoming more realistic, so we‘ve taken his straight jacket off and allowed him a set of simple pipes to play.’ He plays the pipes as he looks out through the bars of the cell window. As you can hear, he might be fit enough, one day, to be released back into the community.’ (shutter is closed) ‘Still, be careful when you go into any cell, don’t look the patients in the eye and keep heavy sedation at hand. If they can, they’ll try to trap you into their musical nightmare …’ Chorus: Prisonnier des rêves brisez vos chaînes! échappez de la tour ancienne Prisoner of Dreams it’s a world of fantasy Prisoner of Dreams somehow you must find the key Prisoner, Prisoner of Dreams, Prisoner, Prisoner of Dreams Welcome to the asylum of musical delusion, we’re here to make you well We help those who are trapped in an illusion, only we can break the spell Chorus: Chorus On a faraway island on in a castle of dreams, The prisoner looks out from his cell On his magic pipes he plays a tune, Hoping the friendly dragon will rescue him soon Chorus Deep in the woods the friendly dragon dwells, Thousands of years have passed Only waiting to break the spell, There are so many stories to tell Chorus (Lyrics & Music: Tim Hunter)

As smoke vanisheth, so let them vanish away Like wax melteth, so let them die away Get rid of small talk, Get rid of brainwashing Out mental demons , Out creators of superficiality Out preachers of integrism, Vade sermonis subversores Vade animi daemones, Dictators of all speeches, Stop deceiving us Let’s share our hearts, In peaceful harmony! Drive out the demons, Tear off the curtain The sounds of silence, Fly like a falcon Dream like a cloud in the sky Drive out the demons Open up and free your mind Drop out the chains of your life Let peace and love flow in your mind Drive out the demons, the demons Don’t get away from me, Fight for harmony Won’t let chaos surround me Won’t let desert surround me Drive out the demons Tear off the curtain, The sounds of silence Swim like a dolphin, Run like a fox in the grass Drive out the demons Open up and free your mind… Drive out the demons, Your demons, my demons! (Lyrics: Thierry Sportouche / Music: Tim Hunter)

Alone in the night with a bag Madmen laughing in the sky Wildness in the blue grass Biting his feet to the bone Alone in a winter far Searching a shooting star The child cries, lost into the dark He wants to fly from this car. Madmen laughing in the sky Why do angels cry? Can’t you see that I need love? Can’t you care about me? Can’t you see that I need love? Can’t you care about me? Smoke fills his head to the blind He cannot see with his eyes He doesn’t know where he’s going Madmen laughing in the sky Wildness in the blue grass Can’t you see that I need love? Can’t you care about me? Can’t you see that I need love? Can’t you care about me? They wanted to rule the world Total control of feelings They wanted to rule the world Total control, total control Madmen laughing in the sky Can’t you see that I need love? Can’t you care about me?... (Lyrics: Thierry Sportouche / Music: Tim Hunter)

I’m searching for silver I’m searching for gold I hope that I find it before I get too old Before I get too old You know that for so long I’ve been in the cold I’m looking for ways I can get back to the fold Get back to the fold I can see my prize I can reach out and hold it I can see through the lies The story’s mine, So many times I’ve told it I’m a Silver Hunter and I’m searching for gold The Silver Key will set me free Gonna find it before I get old One final quest one final test I’m searching for something that I’ve got to find It’s the silver key that will unlock my mind That will unlock my mind Although I’m blindfold my eyes can still see The answer’s somewhere right in front of me Right in front of me I can see my prize I can reach out and hold it I can see through the lies The story’s mine, So many times I’ve told it I’m a Silver Hunter and I’m searching for gold The Silver Key will set me free Gonna find it before I get old, One final quest one final test We have lost the key to the gate of dreams With the Silver Key we’ll unlock the gate And find what lies behind it (Lyrics & Music: Tim Hunter)

It’s not surprising people’s spirits are rising everywhere They’re reaching out for the obscure an end to their despair The establishment has no answers Their music is for mindless dancers But we want to use our brains This world is driving us insane Ascension to a new dimension Reach a higher plain Ascension vers une nouvelle dimension Où les choses ne sont pas les mêmes There’s an unseen world that we can share we know that something is out there We’re trying to reach another stage we can feel the coming of another age The establishment has no answers Their music is for mindless dancers But we want to use our brains This world is driving us insane Ascension to a new dimension Reach a higher plain Ascension vers une nouvelle dimension Où les choses ne sont pas les mêmes We’re seeking invention that is our intention We’re seeking a mention, We’re seeking attention The establishment has no answers Their music is for mindless dancers But we want to use our brains This world is driving us insane Ascension to a new dimension, Reach a higher plain... (Lyrics & Music: Tim Hunter)

Can somebody take us higher? Far above the mire To hear the heavenly choir Find something to inspire We’ll fly above the storm So high above the storm And find a love that’s warm A life that is transformed Fly above the storm High above the storm Our burdens weigh us down And drag us to the ground Lift us with heavenly sounds That’s where the answer’s found We’ll fly above the storm So high above the storm And find a love that’s warm A life that is re-born Fly above the storm High above the storm (Lyrics & Music: Tim Hunter)

Kingdom of blue fairies, Stretching in front of me Princess of all my dreams, Teasing my poor spirit Float, lyre-bird, Fly me away Float, lyre-bird,For my girl Float, lyre-bird, Fly us away, Float, lyre-bird,For our love! Lyre-bird of all the seas, Flying above the trees Please tell me how to please, This girl of fantasy Float, lyre-bird, Fly me away, Float, lyre-bird,For my girl Float, lyre-bird, Fly us away, Float, lyre-bird,For our love! (Lyrics: Thierry Sportouche/ Music: Tim Hunter)

The man in the moon He came down too soon He asked his way to Norwich He went by the south And burnt his heart With your cold language The sky is dark And despair on the horizon Chorus The man in the moon He came down too soon He asked his way to Norwich He went by the south. Away from those black walls Those gloomy streets, Starless and lost, He’s just a shadow getting free. Chorus (Lyrics: Thierry Sportouche / Music: Pascal Lachaize / Arrangement: Tim Hunter)

Is it just a fantasy, the wide world is made of Brie? Is it just a fairy tale, the moon is made of Wensleydale? N'en faites pas tout un fromage ! For all is made of cheese Universal Fromage, Universal Fromage (oooh) Am I a Rock ‘n’ Roller, ‘Cos I eat progonzola? Am I a Rock ‘n’ Roller, ‘Cos I eat goody gooda? Universal Fromage, cheesing the human age, Universal Fromage , Universal Fromage Never brie cheesed off Looking at all those pretty cheesecakes Wearing their yellow cheesecloth Goat not to gaze cheeseparing them Hey fellas have you heard? Your brain's made out of Camembert Hey fellas have you heard the news? Girls are made out of Stilton Blue N'en faites pas tout un fromage ! For all is made of cheese Universal Fromage, Universal Fromage (oooh) Am I a Rock ‘n’ Roller ‘Cos I eat rockonzola? Am I a Rock ‘n’ Roller ‘Cos I eat creamy rockfort? Universal Fromage across the milky way, Universal Fromage Universal Fromage Universal Fromage, Gruyère through the space, Universal Fromage! (Lyrics: Tim Hunter & Thierry Sportouche / Music: Tim Hunter)