@BAND: QUEENSRYCHE @ALBUM: PROMISED LAND Total playing time : 48:09 İ95 EMI Records Produced by Queensryche and James ŒJimboı Barton 1. 9:28 A.M. 1:43 2. I AM I 3:56 3. DAMAGED 3:55 4. OUT OF MIND 4:34 5. BRIDGE 3:27 6. PROMISED LAND 8:25 7. DISCONNECTED 4:48 8. LADY JANE 4:23 9. MY GLOBAL MIND 4:20 10. ONE MORE TIME 4:17 11. SOMEONE ELSE ? 4:38 Queensryche are : Geoff Tate - Voices, keyboards, whistles and blurbs Chris DeGarmo - Electric 6-string, acoutic 12- and 6-string, lap steel and 6K-1 Synth guitars Michael Wilton - Electric 6-string, acoutic 12- and 6-string and Ripley Guitars Eddie Jackson - Bass guitars Scott Rockenfield - Drums & percussions Promised Land was recorded at home, in the Dungeon, at Triad and at Big Log Studios from summer of 1992 through spring of 1994. Mixed in Seattle at Bad Animals, summer of 1994. Produced by Queensryche and James ŒJimboı Barton. Assisted by Phil Œno sleep till the Smiffyı Brown. Recorded by James Barton, Tom Hall & Queensryche. Additional recording at Music Grinder, Assisted by Eric Fischer. Mixed by James Barton and Queensryche. Assisted by Matt Gruber. Mastered by Steve Marcussen at Precision Lacquer. Digital editing by Don Tyler Management : Q Prime Inc. Concert booking by QBQ for North america and by ITB for the rest of the world. All music performed by Queensryche. All songs copywritten and published 1994 by Melodisc Ltd. (BMI) All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission. Queenryche Fan Club P.O. Box 70503 Bellevue, WA 98007 Art Direction & Design by Hugh Syme. Digital Illustration by Hugh Syme, Totem design by Harold Alfred. Photographic Elements by Tony Frederick. Also available : Queensryche (EP) The Warning Rage For Order Operation : Mindcrime Operation : Livecrime Empire Mindcrime (Home Video) Building Empress (Home Video) Typin' job done by Pierre-Jean Fontaine. August 19 1995. I havenıt an Internet address, but you can write to me at : Pierre-Jean Fontaine Avenue Bel Horizon 48 B-1341 Ottignies Belgium @SONG: 9:28 PM (Scott Rockenfield) @SONG: I AM I (Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate) Beating with life you promised life, security, happiness, Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit of circling panes of glass that surround and reveal the ever present ³It² ³It² is my move, my every look, interpreting gestures, informing others whatıs undercover and lurking beneath my mask of this yearsıs featured model. Is this too much ? Close your eyes. Care to look inside ? I AM I ! What may appear might easily be explained but give the situation of into saturation, what you feel can never go away. Steering perception ? I AM I ! Inviting contradiction ? I AM I ! Itıs my insistence you keep your distance From the glare behind my stare. So this is the way the game is played You can leave now... but I think youıll stay. I AM I ! @SONG: DAMAGED (Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate) Waiting for the feeling to subside. Paranoid, I melt into myself They say Iım to reach inside and find the broken part of my machinery. Psychoanalyze the chapters on the path to my darkest day. Searching for the answers, all I see is Damage through the haze. Picking up the pieces of my life with no direction for re-assembly. The one that lays beside me is sharing scars of my broken yesterdays. Will tomorrow find me hypnotized ? Crying ? Mother Mary in control, domineering stranglehold sowing destructive seeds for the scavengers to feed. Driving the nail into my head, memory flows like a river With the one that lays beside me Iım healing scars from my childhood memories. Tomorrow finally found me. Iım hypnotized. Iım trying ... to understand the chapters of the path from my darkest day. Searching the answers but thereıs Damage ! @SONG: OUT OF MIND (Chris DeGarmo) Little girl sits in the corner locked in a stare. Arms waiving madly at something that sadly isnıt there. Dressed in the dayıs best by a nurse whoıs nowhere to be found. What does she see ? Maybe sheıs looking at me. Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair wearing a gown, shouting and cursing at someone who clearly isnıt around. Father Time has twisted his mind. The staff says, ³Heıs not well !² To whom does he speak ? Maybe heıs speaking to me. So we keep these people inside these walls, from society. Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they canıt leave. Through the doors come people like me, good-bye to them. They see a picture few of us see. They canıt leave. Youıve left them here for me. @SONG: BRIDGE (Chris DeGarmo) You called me up on the phone today struggling with the right words to say. Time can change a thing or two. Time has changed the lives of me and you, but you know... it could have been different dad. The word brings back a sweet memory. Iım sitting on a bluff on a broken tree, by my side a distinguished man giving me encouragement, telling me I can, and you know ... youıre not there. You say, ³Son, letıs forget the past, I want another chance, gonna make it last.² Youıre begging me for a brand new start, trying to mend a bridge thatıs been blown apart, but you know... you never built it dad. So I sit here through the night, and I write myself to sleep, and time keeps ticking... Time has made you finally realize your loneliness and your guilt inside. Youıre reaching for something you never had, turning around now youıre loocking back, and you know... Iım no there. You say, ³son, letıs forget the past. I want another chance, gonna make it last.² Youıre begging me for a brand new start, trying to mend a bridge thatıs been blown apart, but you know ... you never built id dad. @SONG: PROMISED LAND (Chris DeGarmo, Eddie Jackson, Scott Reckenfield, Geoff Tate, Michael Wilton) Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock upon my door, and waiting... for Promised Land. Standing neck deep in life, my ring of brass lay rusting on the floor. Is this all ?, because itıs not what I expected. Somewhere along the way friends I once held close fled the fast lane. I didnıt notice, I just had to make it. Head down, nose to the grindstone; the kiss of life place on my brow somehow slid to the ground and lies buried six feet under. Preaching from the floor again the same old sad song, ³Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son.² Where did it all go wrong ? Whatıs the use in even holding on ? Hereıs to love, hate ... and promises. Almost called it today. Turned to face ³The Void² numb with the suffering and the question, ³Why am I ... ?² So many times Iıve tried and failed to gather my courage, reach again for that nail. Lifeıs been like dragging feet through sand, and never finding ... Promised Land. Preaching from the floor again the same old sad song, ³Bartender ... bring another drink for their favorite son.² Where did it all go wrong ? I feel like Iım dying. Hereıs to love, to hate, to promises and Promised Land lies. @SONG: DIS CON NEC TED (Scott Rockenfield, Geoff Tate) Iıve got to do something about this loathsome state Iım in Dis con nec ted. Dis con nec ted. Dis con nec ted. Everywhere, I see decay. Mechanized and sterilized visions in replay. I must release my rage. Oh ... Dis con nect ted. Iım ... Dis con nec ted. feeling so ... Dis con nec ted. down Maybe all I need besides my pills and the surgery is a new metaphor for reality. Iım... Dis con nec ted. feeling so... Dis con nec ted. oh... Dis con nec ted. you know. @SONG: LADY JANE (Chris DeGarmo) Sitting all alone, inside, today Jane. The other girls are home, weıre playing a new game, The voice is very, very close, you like it that way, and weıre feeling rather warm inside. Are you smiling or afraid ? You can have it either way. Lady Jane your eyes are wide today, and the world is looking very strange, you must proclaim ! Itıs quite a scary, scary ride we take, Lady Jane. Yesterday seemed very dark, but now itıs bright, your clouds have gone away. Sensory perception peaking at this time, electric waves of sound are filling Janieıs mind today calling out to Janie as you drift away, ³Dont be afraid, theyıre only your illusions anyway.² Lady Jane your eyes are wide today, and weıre sure you wonıt forget the things youıve seen today ! @SONG: MY GLOBAL MIND (Chris DeGarmo, Scott Rockenfield, Geoff Tate, Michael Wilton) Thereıs hunger in Africa, and angerıs on assembly lines. At the touch of a button Iım miles away. I want no connection, just information, and Iım gone. I feel so helpless, so I turn my gaze to another place. MY GLOBAL MIND reaches out for the truth. Why try holding back the wave ? Youıll only drown in the changes. Youıve got to learn to let go. Just let go and experience the flight. Try to see from a different side. If balance is the key maybe weıll see a future understanding. then we wonıt feel so helpless, and turn away and hide from the change. MY GLOBAL MIND searches for something new. MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on news. Time and rules are changing. Attention span in quickening. Welcome the Information Age. I feel so helpless, so I turn my gaze to another place. MY GLOBAL MIND searches for something new. MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on news. MY GLOBAL MIND reaches out for the truth. MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on you. Itıs searching everywhere, across the mountains, across the oceans, across every man made line. No boundary gonna keep it from you @SONG: ONE MORE TIME (Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate) Behind my eyes I keep my truth from you. No one enters this secret place, the barrier only I embrace Time is fleeting now they say. Take time to look inside and face ... the change. Dig down deep to find the man I thought I was. A dog on the treadmill panting, the master pulls the leash, laughing. Now I canıt remember why I needed to run, needed to try so hard. One more time around is all I ask for now. a star to steer by, wind to take me home again. ³Work hard in life boy, thereıs paradise in the end.² Year after year we struggle to gain the happiness our parents never claimed. They told us all we had to do was do what weıre told, buy what was sold, ³Invest in gold, and never get old.² One more time around is all I ask for now, a star to steer by, wind to take me home again. @SONG: SOMEONE ELSE ? When I fell from grace I never realized how deep the flood was around me. A man whose life was toil was like a kettle left to boil, and the water left scars on me. I know now who I am. If only for a while, I recognize the changes. I feel like I did before the magic wore thin and the ³baptism of stains² began They used to say I was nowhere, man, heading down was my destiny. But yesterday, I swear, that was someone else not me. Here I stand at the crossroads edge, afraid to reach out for eternity. One step, when I look down, I see someone else not me. Looking back and I see someone else. All my life they said I was going down, but Iım still standing, stronger, proud. And today I know thereıs so much more I can be. From where I stand at the crossroads edge thereıs a path leading out to sea. And from somewhere deep in my mind, sirens sing out loud songs of doubt as only they know how. But one glance back reminds, and I see, someone else not me. I keep looking back at someone else ... me ?