recorded at Mohair Studios in Union City, CA.  an instrumental track with Sean playing drums & keys, tom playing bass and all guitars

Dock

UseMe

Mr - Egg Coming - Up - Roses

Essentials

Ways Of The Right

Everybody Walks

Pre-release version during the Mr. Egg days.  Peter Warren on drums, Raison Cain on bass, Rick Ford on Guitars, and Ken Adams on Vocals and Rhythm Guitars.

A rollicking exploration of captivity....

Doggie in a Bag

{BE SURE TO CLICK "SHOW MORE" FOR LYRICS BELOW!} Original version from Ken back in the Mr. Egg days.  More techno alt/pop than the more guitar driven Gravity Plan version

Gone Missing Lyrics:

(Oooh's missing!?)
 
"kick drum, bandaids, toothpaste, mouthwash..."

Won't you tell Saint Peter
I'm gonna be late
Won't you run and tell him quick 
Before I vacillate. 
Yep

I'm telling you now before the sun goes down
That all the 18 wheelers that are underground
Are gonna band together
And lickety split
The Master Race is being re-equipped
Yep

I can't see because my mind's made up
I can't see when my mind's made up

Well in the Tunnel of Love there's a drainage pipe
That goes a long way if you use it right
And all the bald head head daddies in their underwear
Just wave it around...
Yep, Yep

I can't see because my mind's made up
I can't see when my mind's made up
(what's it gonna take... gonna make up my mind, baby?)

Won't you tell Saint Peter
I'm gonna be late
Won't you run and tell him quick before I vacillate? 
Yep, Yep, Yep, Yep..

(Oh missing!)

Gone Missing: Mr. Egg (Ken) Version

Man In My Head
 
“There’s a man in my head, but he isn’t me anymore...”
 
Feelings are fleeting
can lie like the truth
People want comfort
or abuse for proof
The angle worthy
is something new
 
I have walked upon you,
and among, willing fool
Victim or liar --
no better, but through
Walk away quiet
there is nothing to lose
 
(chorus)
Sonnets like sickness
inspiration cruel
Courage is precious
anger is fuel
 
Romance is waiting
dull gesture and cue
promiseless passions
impotent noose
calculated walls
we cannot undo
intimate voids
clutching and crude
obscene genuflections
lifeless fuck-you
 
(chorus)
Nowhere is purpose
shadows turn loose
Deciding we’re done is
our first moment true
 
 
8-9/99

Man In My Head

Shoulder & Wheel