We can invent Kingdoms of our own
Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
While mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
Get up in the morning & fight for such
Unusable standards
While weeping maidens
Show-off penury & pout
Ravings for a mad staff
| 1 | People Are Strange |
| 2 | Touch Me |
| 3 | Riders on the Storm |
| 4 | Light My Fire |
| 5 | Love Her Madly |
| 6 | Been Down so Long |
| 7 | Blue Sunday |
| 8 | Waiting for the Sun |
| 9 | Love Street |
| 10 | Crystal Ship |