Two art rock albums from Mr. Eno (with guests Mr. Fripp, Mr. Collins and others), some early 80s prog from King Crimson, a little modern hard rock from Crobot and QOTSA, and quality pop music from Mr. Scaggs.
Crobot
→ Something Supernatural
![Crobot's "Something Supernatural" album art. [Formatted]](http://unwisdom.org/chadspace/wp-content/uploads/crobot-000002-formatted.jpg)
Queens of the Stone Age
→ Villains
Boz Scaggs
→ Silk Degrees
![Boz Scaggs "Silk Degrees" album art. [Formatted]](http://unwisdom.org/chadspace/wp-content/uploads/boz-scaggs-000000-formatted.jpg)
Brian Eno
→ Another Green World
→ Before and After Science
King Crimson
→ Discipline
![King Crimson's "Discipline" album art. [Formatted]](http://unwisdom.org/chadspace/wp-content/uploads/king-crimson-000001-formatted.jpg)
Dead End Friends 
(track 04 from the eponymous LP by Them Crooked Vultures )
I drive all alone—at night—I drive all alone
I don’t know what I’m headed for
I follow the road—blind—until the road’s dead end
The night is in my veins—it’s calling me—racing along these arteries
And law is just a path to herd us over the cliff
I follow the road at night just hoping to find which puzzle piece fell out of me
I know who you are and I open the door and climb in
Hold me real close and do it again
I ache for the touch of my dead end friends
And I have got to know is it dead at the end of the road?
I can tell by that look in your eyes
We’re the same, my dead end friends and I
We drive on alone and our never-ending begins
Sweet is the curse just out of reach—it awakens the dead end part of me
And no more wondering—it’s just me and my dead end friends again
Dead end friends
Blame Us (track 03 from the self-titled LP by Voivod )
![Voivod's self-titled album cover. [Formatted]](http://unwisdom.org/chadspace/wp-content/uploads/voivod-000005-formatted.jpg)
Science, fascination
Sinful believers
Species in mutation
Sordid disorders
Our leaders missed the point
Forced to dominate and destroy to get what people want: a culture-coded society
Secret monster machines evolve in our spirits
Deeper in mind—digging—to find the ultimate
Deathwatch entertainment
Predictable near-misses
Is this what people want?
One blind-reflex society
The planet…
Blame us
In my time, we didn’t care enough
New world, lies are convention
High-risk policies
One speech on total power
Leading to suicide
Our leaders missed the point
Forced to dominate and destroy
It’s not what people want
It’s not what is called society
The planet…
Blame us
In my time, we didn’t care enough
Absentee (track 05 from the Maps of Non-Existent Places LP by Thank You Scientist )
![Thank You Scientist's "Maps of Non-Existent Places" album cover. [Formatted]](http://unwisdom.org/chadspace/wp-content/uploads/thank-you-scientist-000000-formatted.jpg)
Waiting for someone to show me, but I won’t hold my breath
Nothing left, no control, only pictures of someone I used to know
I gave it all away and I can’t take it back
Here I am: tornado
Every perfect day yet to come I would sacrifice for one more moment with you
I don’t want to waste another day, won’t you come in from the rain?
Because you could be the most beautiful thing to me
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say is you know that it’s true
I said all I could say
Would you do it again?
Would you stand on your own leaving me right there, would you?
That’s my rolling stone
Come on, let’s do it again—you have had enough on your own—because maybe there’s something left to find
I have been searching for something left behind
Would you do it again?
Could you do it again?
Would you do it again?
You and I are taking off
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
All I can say, you know that it’s you who means all the world to me
I know this is where I belong
Forget the warning signs, I know who you are and I’m fine
Waiting for someone
I know we are wrong
You know we are wrong
You’re worried now with this hurt in your hand
So strange here, I don’t know the meaning
But who cares to know?
Can you hear me calling you home?
You’ve got to know that I’ve been calling you home