Track 01 - Vengeance (Intro)

Track 02 - Nightmare Gods

Track 03 - Home

Track 04 - Beyond the Vault

Track 05 - Kept In the Dark

Track 06 - White Light of the Elder Gods

Track 07 - Future Kills Past

Track 08 - Forever

Track 09 - The Haunting

Track 10 - Unknown

Track 11 - Better Days

Track 12 - Tragedy

Valerian's Garden: Stitches
Live… just live.

Angel - vox, rhythm guitar, synth
Mickey - all guitars
TJ - bass, accoustic guitar
Sex - drums, loops
Nine - keyboards, synth, media

Produced by Valerian's Garden with Ivy McGinnis
Management by Ivy McGinnis
Engineered and Mixed by Angel, TJ, and Nine

All lyrics written by Angel
produced and mixed in hollywood, california, new york city, and on the road.
art and art direction by heretic099 and jeff roach

to our fans, our garden keepers - the past year has been the most insane that any of us have had. from my daughter's birth to the show in spencer to the 'hundred shows in a hundred days' obsession that mick still loves, we have survived. we have persevered. we have emerged even stronger than before. i know that i don't deserve most of the credit - you do. you keep us going. i am amazed nightly by the love and support we all continue to share. i feel as if i can finally come to terms with the kids that i talk to after our sets that tell me they know what i'm saying. i don't understand how anything i say can be felt by so many but if i have provided some kind of voice for even a fraction of the kids then i feel like it's been worth it. the collection of music on this album is a testament to the survival of the human spirit and the way scars can heal themselves when the person that's scarred has the right kind of ear listening to them. for the first time in a long time i feel hopeful about the future that mariella will grow up in, as long as people like you are running things. so stay the course. be strong. allow yourselves to feel the strength that you all have given to me. this was never meant to be forever, this was never meant to be something of significance to anybody but us - me, who wrote some very personal words to try and make sense of the senseless, and my boys, who let me live a dream by putting my words to music. i thank the goddess every day for allowing this mental purge to be treated with respect by nearly everyone who has heard it. this was not supposed to make us popular, this was supposed to be a futile attempt at keeping myself sane. i would rather play in front of a dozen people who feel my words than a thousand who don't. our manager taught me that if i don't believe my words, or don't feel the emotion behind them that i'm wasting my time. she's right. this album was titled 'stitches' because of the way i feel i have grown in the past eleven months. close to a nervous breakdown on several occasions, i could see the two choices - rise above or crash and burn. with the help of those closest to me i feel i've finally become someone i'm proud to be. purging the feelings in these - very negative - words felt like my little heart had been stitched up. stitches, the perfect compliment, i felt, to 'scarred.' see, i had a point after all. i want to thank sean and alex, troy, mikey randalls, craig and eddie, merritt and thomas, the windham boys, and everyone who has had a kind word, supporting thought, or felt even a fleeting connection with us for their support. also, my boys - tj, mickey, nine, and sex, for putting up with me and my mood swings. double and triple thanks to ivy mcginnis for both scaring us half to death and getting us in the proper mindset to work the rest of the way, and for proving that she's the toughest chick in the world. elijah and mariella jade remain the light in my eyes and the warm fuzzies in my soul.

live, just live.

-angel
december 20, 2003

for terence cooper, johnny fizzbin, and michael limbrick NYPD