Promised Land

“Watching the sand fall, listening for the knock upon my door and waiting for Promised Land.”

“We really just came off the last album and tour and unplugged from the industry,” muses QUEENSRYCHE’s Chris DeGarmo about his band’s hiatus from recording and performing. “…EMPIRE represented a very nice step for us to a new place. We knew that the next recording we did together had to be very special.”

It’s been two years since QUEENSRYCHE last played a concert and four years since the release of their triple-platinum album EMPIRE, so it shouldn’t be surprising that the band’s loyal legions of fans have been eagerly awaiting their next project. And just like Chris DeGarmo says, PROMISED LAND, QUEENSRYCHE’s fifth full-length album, is a special event indeed. It marks the return of one of rock’s most innovative and challenging bands with the most powerful and personal effort in their eleven-year recording history.

“We’ve been doing this for years now and we’ve come a long way,” says Michael Wilton. “You set goals and then you complete them and progress, and then there are more goals. You get to a certain point in your life where you do some self-evaluation. This album reflects that.”

The urge to make music led to the formation of QUEENSRYCHE in Seattle over twelve years ago. The five musicians, who had known each other in varying combinations going back to grade school, finally clicked as a unit after all playing in different bands. Once the quintet realized that they had a chemistry together, they never looked back. A four-song demo tape found its way to EMI, where it landed them a deal and became their debut EP, QUEENSRYCHE, in 1983. Critical acclaim and a progression of tours with the likes of AC/DC, Def Leppard, and Ozzy Osbourne began building the band’s rabid following, which was strengthened even further by 1984′s THE WARNING (their first full-length album) and the 1986 release of RAGE FOR ORDER.

But is was 1988′s OPERATION: MINDCRIME, a sense stunning, futuristic concept album accompanied by a series of connected videos, that gave QUEENSRYCHE their first gold album and a taste of popular success. EMPIRE, issued in 1990, put them over the top as mainstream radio and video outlets finally embraced the band wholeheartedly. A mammoth, multi-media headlining tour of arenas followed, and two years later, EMPIRE had sold over three million copies and established the group as superstars.

Characteristically, the members of QUEENSRYCHE decided at that point to back up from the limelight and examine what they had accomplished. “It was just time for us to stop and think about, perhaps even remind ourselves of, why we are together,” says Chris. “Sometimes when things get moving along so fast, that might be forgotten…we needed a pause to let it all absorb.”

“A lot happened after working so hard for so many years,” agrees Geoff Tate. “Having the success of EMPIRE…puts us in a completely different space than we’d ever been before. That’s a lot to deal with. All of a sudden, you’re realizing, ‘I can do this’ or ‘I can do that.’ Maybe you experiment with some of those other things, like your hobbies or your outside pursuits, and then you realize that what you really like to do, is make music.”

It was this self-examination of their careers and personal lives that ultimately inspired the music QUEENRYCHE would record for PROMISED LAND. “The album is almost all about reflection, looking at your life,” says Geoff. “And to write about that, you have to experience it and reflect on it.” Adds Chris: “Many of the past albums have been more observances of life around us, as a result of life.”

“I think it comes from life, but a lot of it is more of an introspective look at assessing these barriers that you make yourself,” adds Michael. “It’s more about trying to be content within what you’ve built, to find peace of mind and personal appreciation.” Written and recorded at the band’s home studio and an isolated cabin in the San Juan Islands (off the coast of northwestern Washington State), PROMISED LAND offers a diversity of moods and textures that mirrors the album’s insightful – and often dark – lyrical explorations. The album’s sequence “9:28 am” into “I Am I” are a visceral display of the unpredictable QUEENSRYCHE forging new ground. The song’s lyrical analysis of self serves as a calling card to the listener of what’s to come. The epic, rumbling title track seethes with the frustration of those caught in the pursuit of western civilization’s “Promised Land” of prosperity and success. The eerie, mechanized “Disconnect” is a perfect companion piece to “My Global Mind,” where the information super highway only brings alienation (“I want no connection/just information/then I’m gone”). And “Bridge,” perhaps the album’s most poignant track, is a wistful, painful exploration of a shattered father-son relationship.

“All of us are from what you’d call dysfunctional families,” says Chris, who wrote the tune. “And that stuff, a lot of it’s painful. It stirs up them emotions. but it’s so enticing to try and tap as an artist…It was really difficult song to write, but it really felt good to get it out. It’s just too bad (my dad) never got to hear it.”

Produced by QUEENSRYCHE and James “Jimbo” Barton, PROMISED LAND presents the kind of aural and emotional landscape that this fiercely independent band is known for. “It’s especially nice this far into our career to have such a satisfying project for us to do,” states Chris. “It’s the writing, recording, and the satisfaction of achieving what we tried to do, and even surprising ourselves, which I think we did on this too. We never really know exactly what we’re coming out with, we only see the light at the end of the tunnel and we build the tunnel as we go. This record just feels really good. After we got done and it was mixed, we all just looked at each other and said ‘yup!’”

“We’re a progressive band in the sense that, each album, we move on,” concludes Michael Wilton. “And it shows that we care about what we’re writing about, and that we’re writing it for ourselves. I would hate to be stuck doing five Mindcrimes, or five Empires, or five Promised Lands. I think it’s always changing, and I think that our fans who listen to our music come to expect that. They always expect something different from QUEENSRYCHE.”

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01.9:28 AM

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02.I Am I

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03.Damaged

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04.Out Of Mind

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05.Bridge

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06.Promised Land

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07.Disconnected

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08.Lady Jane

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09.My Global Mind

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10.One More Time

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11.Someone Else?

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12.Real World

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13.Someone Else? (w/ Full Band)

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14.Damaged (Live)

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15.Real World (Live)

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[Rockenfield]
[DeGarmo/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 "It".

"It" is my move, my every look, interpreting gestures, informing other
what's undercover andlurking beneath my mask of this year's featured model.
Is this too much? Close your eyes. Care to look inside? I am I!

What may appear might easily be explained,
but given the situation of info saturation,what you feel can never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's 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 you'll stay. I am I!
[DeGarmo/Tate]

Waiting for the feeling to subside,
Paranoid, I melt into myself.
They say I'm 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
I'm healing scars from my childhood memories.
Tomorrow finally found me.
I'm hypnotized. I'm trying...
to understand the chapters
of the path from my darkest day.
Searching for the answers
but there's DAMAGE!
[DeGarmo]

Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare.
Arms waving madly at something that sadly isn't there.
Dressed in the day's best by a nurse who's nowhere to be found.

What does she see?
Maybe she's looking at me...

Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair, wearing a gown.
Shouting and cursing at someone who clearly isn't around.
Father Time has twisted his mind.
The staff says, "He's not well!"

To whom does he speak?
Maybe he's speaking to me...

So we keep these people inside these walls, from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can't leave.
You've left them there with me.

So we keep these people behind these walls, from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can't leave.
Through the doors come people like me, good-bye to them.
They see a picture few of us see.
They can't leave.
You've left them there with me.
[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.
I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man
giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
and you know... you're not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's 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.
You're reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you're looking back,
and you know... I'm not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's been blown apart,
but you know... you never built it dad.
[DeGarmo/Jackson/Rockenfield/Tate/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 it's not what I expected.

Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close fled the fast lane.
I didn't notice, I just had to make it.
Head down, nose in the grindstone;
the kiss of life placed on my brow
kept sliddin' to the ground
and now it's buried six feet under.

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite son."

Where did it all go wrong?
What's the use in even holding on?
Here's to love, hate... and promises.

Almost called it today.
Turned to face "The Void"
numb with the suffering
and the question,
"Why am I...?"
So many times I've tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for that nail.
Life's been like
dragging feet through sand,
and never finding... Promised Land.

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song,
"Bartender... bring another drink for their favorite song."
Where did it all go wrong?
I feel like I'm dying.
Here's to love, to hate,
to promises and Promised Land lies.
[Rockenfield/Tate]

I've got to do something
about the loathsome
state I'm in.

DiS CoN NeC TeD
DiS CoN NeC TeD
DiS CoN NeC TeD

Everywhere I see decay.
Mechanized and sterilized
visions of replay.
I must release my rage.

Oh... DiS CoN NeC TeD
I'm... DiS CoN NeC TeD
feeling so... DiS CoN NeC TeD

D o w n.........

Maybe all I need
beside my pills
and the surgery
is a new metaphor for reality.

I'm... DiS CoN NeC TeD
feeling so... DiS CoN NeC TeD
oh... DiS CoN NeC TeD

- you know -
[DeGarmo]

Sitting all alone, inside, today Jane.
The other girls are home, we're playing a new game.
The voice is very, very close, you like it that way,
and we're 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!
It's quite a scary, scary ride we take, Lady Jane.

Yesterday seemed very dark, but now it's bright,
your clouds have gone away.
Sensory perception peaking at this time,
electric waves of sound are filling Janie's mind today
calling out to Janie as you drift away, "Don't be afraid,
they're only your illusion anyway."

Lady Jane your eyes are wide today.
and we're sure you won't forget the things
you've seen today!
[DeGarmo/Rockenfield/Tate/Wilton]

There's hunger in Africa,
and anger on assembly lines.
At the touch of a button
I'm miles away.
I want no connection, just information,
and I'm 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?
You'll only drown in the changes.
You've 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 we'll see
a future understanding,

then we won't feel so helpless,
an 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 is quickening.
Welcome to 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.

It's searching everywhere,
across the mountains,
across the oceans,
across every man made line.
No boundary gonna keep it from you.
[DeGarmo/Tate]

Behind my eyes
I keep my truth from you.
No one enters
this secret place,
the barrier only I embrace.
Time is fleeing 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 a treadmill panting,
the master pulls the leash, laughing.
Now I can't remember why
I needed to run, needed to try so hard.

One more time around
is all I ask for now,
a star to seek by, wind to
take me home again.

"Work hard in life boy,
there's paradise in the end."
Year after year we struggle to gain
the happiness our parents never claimed.
They told us all we had to do
was do what we're told, buy what was sold,
"Invest in gold, and never get old."

One more time around
is all I ask for now,
a star to steer by, wind to
take me home again.
[DeGarmo/Tate]

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 "baptism
of stains" 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 I'm still standing,
stronger, proud.
And today I know there's
so much more I can be.

From where I stand at the crossroads edge,
there's 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?
[DeGarmo/Tate]

Strange, the view from here
Words we spoke, forgotten at the time
Now replay in my mind
What went wrong, what was right
Looking back, I never was there for you
You didn't say, but I know it's true

I can't find the real world alone
Every time I think I've won
I hear your voice inside, questioning
Where have you gone
Can't you remember feeling so alone
You always had the anwer that I could not see

I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
[DeGarmo]

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 these scars on me

The chains I wore were mine, dragging me towards my fate
Planned for me long ago

I played by all their rules, went to their right schools

Who was I to question?

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 crossroad's edge
Afraid to reach out for eternity
One step when I look down
I see someone else, not me

I know now who I am, if only for awhile
I recognize the changes
I feel like I did, before the magic wore thin
And the baptism of stains began

Sacrifice, the always say... is a sign of nobility
But where does one draw the line in the face of injury?
I'm just trying to understand

Standing here at the crossroad's edge
Looking down at what I used to be
A drowning man, trying to stay afloat
Heavy with the past, but somehow keeping hope
That there's something more that is seen
But it's somewhere out of reach

So I keep looking back
Looking back and I see someone else

All my life they said I was going down
But I'm still standing stronger proud

And today I know, there's so much more I can be
I think I finally understand

From where I stand at the crossroad's edge
There's 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?
[DeGarmo/Tate]

Waiting for the feeling to subside,
Paranoid, I melt into myself.
They say I'm 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
I'm healing scars from my childhood memories.
Tomorrow finally found me.
I'm hypnotized. I'm trying...
to understand the chapters
of the path from my darkest day.
Searching for the answers
but there's DAMAGE!
[DeGarmo/Tate]

Strange, the view from here
Words we spoke, forgotten at the time
Now replay in my mind
What went wrong, what was right
Looking back, I never was there for you
You didn't say, but I know it's true

I can't find the real world alone
Every time I think I've won
I hear your voice inside, questioning
Where have you gone
Can't you remember feeling so alone
You always had the anwer that I could not see

I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world
I can't find the real world alone
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