| 18 avril 2003
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South Amphitheater: Antioch (Nashville) |
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Oceans, Love Boat Captain, Breakerfall, Gods' Dice, Save You, Do The Evolution, Cropduster, Light Years, MFC, Deep, Even Flow, Daughter/(ABitW)/(Androgynous Mind), Insignificance, Parting Ways, Better Man/(Wild Thing), Rearviewmirror Rappels 1: Free Jazz, Elderly Woman, Know Your Rights, Bushleaguer, Alive, Sonic Reducer Rappels 2: Leaving Here, Fortunate Son, Rockin' In The Free World |
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Le concert commence avec Oceans puis est suivit par des titres rocks
qui donnent beaucoup d’énergie à tout le monde.
Light Years est dédicacé à une personne récemment
décédée et qui était très proche
de quelqu’un qu’ils connaissent, très touchant. Avant
Even Flow, Eddie indique "Je connais tellement bien la chanson
qui suit que je pourrais fumer, boire, me brosser les dents, être
sur les WC, tondre la pelouse tout en la chantant. Je vais d’ailleurs
faire certaines de ces choses à présent" et il prend
une cigarette mais personne n’a de briquet. Il fait signe à
quelqu’un de l’équipe de lui apporter un briquet
mais personne ne l’aide. Soudain, il reçoit une dizaine
de briquets du public. Eddie en attrape un ("OK, c’est assez!"),
allume sa clope et relance le briquet à la personne du public
qui lui a lancé. Le public apprécie le tag de Betterman,
Wild Thing, une chanson des années 60 par The Troggs. Avant Free
Jazz, Ed dit : "Nous allons essayer quelque chose, c’est
une nouvelle chanson du prochain album". Au moment du passage "scream
HELLO" de Elderly Woman, le public crie tellement fort "Hello!"
qu’Eddie est étonné et dit "Jesus Christ !".
Retour de 'Bushleaguer' après le tollé de Denver. Eddie
arrive sur scène avec sa veste argentée et le masque de
Bush. Il l’enlève, le pose tout tranquillement sur le pied
de micro en disant : "vous voyez?" Pendant la chanson, Ed
met sa main dans le masque et introduit son doigt dans la bouche (comme
un langue). A la fin, il caresse le masque de "dugya" et il
l’embrasse, ce qui a comme résultat quelques boos du public
et beaucoup de cris. Cheetas Chrome, le guitariste des Dead Boys, est
invité sur scène pour jouer avec eux 'Sonic Reducer'.
Quand à Sleater-Kinney, ils sont de retour pour la dernière
fois (dernière date avec PJ) pour la dernière série
de rappels. Steve Earle joue sur Fortunate Son. Le groupe est très
énergique. (Ed danse comme un idiot même chose pour les
mouvements de Mike). |
Oceans |
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Love Boat Captain |
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| Breakerfall Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Binaural Date: 15 mai 2000 There's a girl on a ledge who's got nowhere to turn. Cause all the love that she had was just wood that she burned. Now her life is on fire it's no ones concern. She can blame the world or prey till dawn. But only love can break her fall. Break her fall. Yeah, only love can break her fall. Fall. It's like she lost her invitation to the party on earth and she's standing outside hating everyone here. Yeah, she's her own disease, crying to her doll. But only love can break her fall. Break her fall. Only love can break her fall. Yeah. Yeah fall. Blame the world. Break her fall. Break her fall. Love, love, love can break her fall. Who? Now only love can break her fall. Love, love can break her fall. Fall. Love, love can break her fall. Only love can break her. |
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| God's Dice Ecrit par: Ament Album: Binaural Date: 16 mai 2000 It's out of my hands making your hands meet. Stumble rises crumbling out of reach. It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow. Designate my luck. Uh resignate. Designate my will. Ah, designate my fill. Ah resignate. My will is crashing. Synapses flashing slow. Ah, days like frame by frame. Where do they go? Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it. Cannot spend it after I go. Roll them high. Throw them again. All god's dice. Monkey driven. Call this living? Ha. Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole. Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours. Will finish us off. Ah, designate my life. Ah, designate my view. Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will. Resignate my god. |
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Save You |
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| Do The Evolution Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 I'm ahead, I'm a man I'm the first mammal to wear pants. I am at peace with my lust. I can kill cause in god I trust. It's evolution baby. I'm a piece of the man. I buy stocks on the day of the crash. On the loose. I'm a truck. All the rolling hills I'll flatten 'em out. It's herd behavior. Uh huh. It's evolution baby Admire me, admire my home, admire my son, he's my clone. This land is mine, this land is free, I'll do what I want, yet irresponsibly. It's evolution baby. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. There's my church I sing in the choir. Hall-le-lu-jah. Admire me, admire my home, admire my song, admire my clothes. Consider, appetite for nightly feasts. Those ignorant Indians got nothing on me. Nothing. Why? Because, it's evolution baby. I am ahead, I am advanced, I am the first mammal to make plans. I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher. 2010 watch it go to fire. It's evolution baby. I do the evolution. |
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| Cropduster Musique: Cameron Paroles: Vedder Album: Riot Act Date: 12 novembre 2002 Light green to green, dark green, brown. Every life is falling down. Brown to black, it's coming back. Dies to be part of the ground. Seed to seedling, root to stem. Eyes, no eyes, there's no difference. Every life is looking in. Swallowing seeds on the deathbed. Dig a hole in the garden. Everyone is practicing. But this world's an accident. I was the fool because I thought. I thought the world. Turns out the world thought me. It's all the other way round. We're upside down. Daddy's gone up flames. But this ain't no movie. This ain't no book you can close. When the big lie hits your eye. Everybody's practicing. Our world's an accident. I was the fool because I thought. I thought the world. Turns out the world thought me. It's all the other way round. We're upside down. Let the fluence sat it down. (x2) There's an upside of down. The moon is rolling round the world. (x2) |
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| Light Years Musique: Vedder, Gossard, McCready Paroles: Vedder Album: Binaural Date: 16 mai 2000 I've used hammers made out of wood. I have played games with pieces and rules. I undeciphered tricks at the bar. But now you're gone. I haven't figured out why. I've come up with riddles and jokes about war. I figured out numbers and what they're for. I've understood feelings and I've understood words but how could you be taken away? And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were but stones. Your light made us stars. With heavy breath awakened regrets. Back pages and days alone that could have been spent together but we were miles apart. Every inch between us becomes light years now. No time to be void or save up on life. Oh, you got to spend it all. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. You seem to like it here. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were but stones. Your light made us stars. And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go. It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared. Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar. We were by stones. Your light made us stars. |
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| MFC Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Yield Date: 3 février 1998 Sliding out of reverse into drive. This wheel will be turning right, then straight. Off in the sunset she'll ride. She can remember a time, denied. Stood by the side of the road. Spilled like wine now. She's out on her own and line high. There's no leaving here. Ask I'm an ear. She's disappeared now. They said that timing was everything. Made him want to be everywhere. There's a lot to be said for nowhere. There's no leaving here. Ask I'm an ear. He's disappeared now. There's no leaving here. Ask I'm an ear. Fuck it. We'll disappear now. |
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| Deep Musique: Gossard, Ament Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Ahha-yea. On the edge a windowsill. Ponders his maker ponders his will. To the street below he just ain't nothing. But he's got a great view and he sinks the needle deep. Yeah. Whoa, can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah. Uh-huh. Can't touch the bottom. Ooh, on the edge of a know-nothing town. Feeling quite superior the age had come. To the sky above he just ain't nothing. But he's got a great view and he sinks the burning mask deep. Yeah. Ooh, can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah. Uh-huh. Can't touch the bottom. In too deep. Ohh. Ohh. Oww. On the edge of a Christmas clean love. Young virgin down from heaven, ohh, visiting hell. To the man above her she just ain't nothing. And she doesn't like the view. She doesn't like the view. (x2) But he sinks himself deep. Oh, can't touch the bottom. In too deep, yeah. Uh-huh. Can't touch the bottom. Can't touch the bottom. Deep yeah. Oh. Yeah the bottom. Yeah. Wo. (x5) |
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| Even Flow Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 Freezing. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Again. Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Ooh yeah. Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Ooh yeah. Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane. Ooh. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away-yeah. Ooh. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Life again. Life again. Kneeling. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Ooh yeah. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way. Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame. Yeah. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Ah Yeah. Fuck your money. Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies. Oh, he don't know so he chases them away. A-someday yet he'll begin his life again. Yeah. Oh, whispering hands gently lead him away. Him away. Him away. Yeah. Woo. Uh huh yeah. Yeah yeah, momma mommy |
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Daughter (Another Brick In The Wall)(Androgynous
Mind) |
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| Insignificance Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Binaural Date: 16 mai 2000 All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. Blame it all on chemical intercourse. The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. Like a ball that's spinning. Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance. "Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence. Play C-3. Let the song protest. The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. On the lip they take off. Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. It's instilled to want to live. Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance. |
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| Parting Ways Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Binaural Date: 15 mai 2000 Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains. She knows their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same. And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways. Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey. And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways. Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away. |
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| Betterman (Wild Thing) Ecrit par: Vedder Album: Vitalogy Date: 6 décembre 1994 Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock. It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more. She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. Talking to herself, "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself. Memories back when she was smooth and strong and waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. She loved him, yeah. She don't want to leave this way. She feeds him, yeah. That's why she'll be back again. Can't find a better man. Wild thing ...you make my heart sing ... You're my everything Oh yeah wild thing ... Wild thing ...you make my heart sing ... You're my everything Oh my everything |
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| Rearviewmirror Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vs Date: 19 octobre 1993 I took a drive today. Time to emancipate. I guess it was the beatings, made me wise. But I'm not about to give thanks or apologize. I couldn't breathe. Holding me down. Hand on my face. Pushed to the ground. Enmity gauged. United by fear. Forced to endure what I could not forgive. I seem to look away. The wounds in the mirror waved. It wasn't my surface. Most defiled. Head at your feet. Fool to your crown. Fist on my plate. Swallowed it down. Enmity gauged. United by fear. Tried to endure what I could not forgive. Yeah. Saw things... (x4) ...clearer. (x2) Oh, once you were in my Rearviewmirror. I gathered speed from you fucking with me. Once and for all I'm far away. Hard to believe. Finally the shades are raised. Hey, yea. Saw things so much clearer once you, once you... Rearviewmirror. Saw things so much clearer once you, once you... Rearviewmirror. Saw things so much clearer once you, once you... Rearviewmirror. Saw things so much clearer once you... Oh yeah. |
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| Elderly Woman Behind the Counter Of A
Small Town Musique: Vedder, Gossard, Ament, McCready, Abruzzese Paroles: Vedder Album: Vs Date: 19 octobre 1993 I seem to recognize your face. Haunting familiar, yet I can't seem to place it. Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name. Lifetimes are catching up with me. All these changes taking place. I wish I'd seen the place but no one's ever taken me. Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away. Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away. I swear I recognize your breath. Memories, like fingerprints, are slowly raising. Me you wouldn't recall for I'm not my former. It's hard when your stuck upon the shelf. I changed by not changing at all. Small town predicts my fate. Perhaps that's what no one wants to see. I just want to scream, "Hello." My god its been so long. Never dreamed you'd return. But now here you are and here I am. Hearts and thoughts they fade...away... Hearts and thoughts they fade...away... Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away... Hearts and thoughts they fade... |
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| Know Your Rights Ecrit par: The Clash This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a CRIME! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation Know your rights These are your rights Wang Know these rights Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it. Know your rights These are your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well... Get off the streets Get off the streets Run You don't have a home to go to Smush Finally then I will read you your rights You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you Listen to this Run |
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| Bu$hleaguer Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder, Gossard Album: Riot Act Date: 12 novembre 2002 How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable. This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined. A confidence man but why so beleagued? He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer. Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike. Drilling for fear makes the job simple. Born on third. Thinks he got a triple. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. A think tank of aloof multiplication. A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter. Retrenchment and hoggishness. The aristocrat choir sings, "What's the ruckus?" The haves have not a clue. The immenseness of suffering. And the odd negotiation. A rarity. With onionskin plausibility of life. And a keyboard reaffirmation. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way through the cities. Blackout weaves its way. I remember when you sang that song about today. Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed. |
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| Alive Musique: Gossard Paroles: Vedder Album: Ten Date: 27 août 1991 "Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a... While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen your real daddy was dying. Sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked." Oh, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey, ooh. Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room. She said, "I'm ready for you." Why I can't remember anything to this very day? 'Cept the look. The look. Oh, you know where. Now I can't see I just stare. I... I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Hey I... Boy, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Yeah. Ooh yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Oh. Ooh. "Is something wrong?" She said. Of course there is. "You're still alive." She said. Oh, and do I deserve to be? Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers! I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Hey I... But, I'm still alive. Yeah I... Ooh, I'm still alive. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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| Sonic Reducer Ecrit par: Dead Boys I don't need anyone, don't need no mom and dad Don't need no good advice, don't need no human rights I got some news for you, don't even need you too I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Got a sonic reducer, sonic reducer... People out on the streets, they don't know who I am I watch them from my room, they are just passing by I'm not just anyone, said I'm not just anyone I got my time machine, got my little electronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...ahhh... I'll be your bearer soon, love on some cotton doom Things will be different then, the sun will rise from here Then I'll be ten feet tall, then you'll be nothing at all I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...yeah... Sonic reducer, sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh… |
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| Leaving Here Ecrit par: High Numbers Reprise sur l'album: Home Alive - The Art Of Self Defense Date: 20 février 1996 Hey, fellas, have you heard the news? oh yeah... The women of this town are being misused...oh yeah... I've seen it all in my dreams last night...oh yeah... Girls leaving this town 'cause we don't treat 'em right, yeah...oh yeah... Well, i'll take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're getting tired...getting tired... They're sick and tired...sick and tired... All you fellas better change your ways...oh yeah... They're leaving this town in a matter of days...oh yeah... Girls are good, you better treat 'em true...oh yeah... Seen fellas run around with someone new...oh yeah... I'm getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... They're leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...leaving here... Are leaving here...yeah, yeah... Leaving here...been a while... Oh yeah... The love of a woman is a wonderful thing...oh yeah... The way that we treat 'em is a trying shame...oh yeah... I'll tell you fellas, yeah, it won't be long...oh yeah... Before these women, they all have gone...oh yeah... They're getting tired...getting tired... Sick and tired...sick and tired... Yeah, take a train...take a train... Fly by plane...fly by plane... They're leaving here...yeah, yeah, yeah... Leaving here... Leaving, leaving...oh, leaving here, now... Baby, baby, baby...please don't leave here...oh... |
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| Fortunate Son Ecrit par: Creedence Clearwater Revival Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no, |
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| Rockin' In The Free World Ecrit par: Neil Young There are colors on the street Red, white and blue People shufflin' their feet People sleepin' in their shoes But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them So I try to forget it, any way I can. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates her life, and what she's done to it There's one more kid that will never go to school Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive. Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world |
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| Concerts - USA 2003 leg1 - Nashville 18.04.2003 |
| CD1 |
CD2 |
Echange |
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| 01 - OCEANS | 01 - BETTERMAN | ||||||
| 02 - LOVE BOAT CAPTAIN | 02 - REARVIEWMIRROR | Résumé en français | |||||
| 03 - BREAKERFALL | 03 - ENCORE BREAK | ||||||
| 04 - GOD'S DICE | 04 - FREE JAZZ | ||||||
| 05 - SAVE YOU | 05 - SMALL TOWN | ||||||
| 06 - DO THE EVOLUTION | 06 - KNOW YOUR RIGHTS | ||||||
| 07 - CROPDUSTER | 07 - BUSHLEAGUER | ||||||
| 08 - LIGHT YEARS | 08 - ALIVE | ||||||
| 09 - MFC | 09 - SONIC REDUCER | ||||||
| 10 - DEEP | 10 - ENCORE BREAK | ||||||
| 11 - EVEN FLOW | 11 - LEAVING HERE | ||||||
| 12 - DAUGHTER | 12 - FORTUNATE SON | ||||||
| 13 - INSIGNIFICANCE | 13 - ROCKIN' IN THE FREE W. | ||||||
| 14 - PARTING WAYS | |||||||