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From Here You’ll Watch the World Go By

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

September 11, 1995
US CD Soleilmoon SOL28CD
NL CD Staalplaat STCD 099

2009
PL CS SPV D 013-4 (different cover)

  1. Clockwise
  2. Citadel
  3. Friend
  4. A Velvet Resurrection
  5. Kollusim
  6. 1001 Commandments
  7. Remember Me This Way
  8. This One-Eyed Man Is King
  9. Straight On ‘Til Morning
  10. Damien
  11. This Hollowed Ground

22 July 2012
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Clockwise
  2. Citadel
  3. Friend
  4. A Velvet Resurrection / Kollusim
  5. 1001 Commandments
  6. Remember Me This Way
  7. This One-Eyed Man Is King / Straight On ‘Til Morning
  8. Damien
  9. This Hollowed Ground
  10. Remember Me this Way (full length version)
  11. Beautiful Machine
  12. Anastasia
  13. Day Zero
  14. Damien (Remix)
  15. A Velvet Resurrection (version)
  16. Friend

 


Credits

  • Ryan Moore – bass/drums/percussion
  • Martijn de Kleer – guitars
  • Niels van Hoornblower – saxes/flutes/elec wind instruments
  • Edward Ka-Spel – voice/keyboards
  • The Silver Man – keyboards
  • Raymond Steeg – Sound tools

Notes

Engineered by Raymond and Ryan, Production by the Pink Dots.

There were 500 promo copies of the CD released featuring a plain card cover with an information sheet pasted on it and a different label design.

The second and all subsequent pressings of the Staalplaat CD edition and all copies of the SPV cassette edition include a lyric insert.

A Jarmusic vinyl edition was planned for June, 1996, and was to include tracks from the REMEMBER ME THIS WAY CDEP, but the release was cancelled.

Tracks released on Bandcamp are sometimes combined to preserve the cross-fades.


Statement

From Bandcamp:
No album caused as much debate within The Dots as this one in1995.It was all about the order of the tracks…quite simply no permutation seemed to work. Ultimately Phil (The Silverman) took the bull by the horns and asked for the independent opinion of long-term LPD friend Christoph Heemann.
The verdict was to leave certain songs off (“Beautiful Machine”, “Anastasia”, “Day Zero”).
The resulting storm could be heard in the South of Belgium and a compromise was the “Remember me this Way” EP – a release which also settled disputes over the mix of the title track.
Even today, there can be debate about this album in Dots’ circles but the author of this piece admits that “From here” stands as a personal favourite.
Elke made the fascinating artwork. -EKS


Press Release 

Within the last nine months The Legendary Pink Dots have completed three CD’s worth of new music, released it all within the space of around four weeks, quit the record company they had been with for ten years, made their piece with them again, set up their own record company, organized a world tour, dismantled into a myriad of solo projects, reassembled, argued with each other, laughed together. The result is “From Here You’ll Watch The World Go By”, the album which The Pink Dots presented to Staalplaat and Soleilmoon at the end of July with the request that it should be released within the space of around four weeks because they were committed to a 60 date tour covering the World from Czech Republic to Mexico.

It’s maybe the 19th album of the Pink Dots, but who’s counting anyhow? After 15 years, there are still some encyclopedias of popular music that don’t even acknowledge the existence of the Dots although nearly half a million pieces of plastic bearing the band’s name are now floating around this sad planet.

The Pink Dots have followings in places like Colombia, Taiwan, Macao … teenage girls ask them what they eat for breakfast from places like Moscow and Buenos Aires. As the press release is being prepared, books are being written about the Dots in English, French and Czech. The Band has seen around 20 people pass through it. It’s witnessed birth, death, glory, sold out well known venues in the States, but also played before audiences of 9 or 10 in Sweden. Film makers have frequently used Pink Dots music in their movies, though they have failed to credit them or (of course) pay them. The Pink Dots have attracted the interest of major labels, minor labels, hobbyists, charlatans, bezerkers, Mansonists, worshippers at the temple of the dark demon, Wurggalmiah who all wanted to release their records. Sometimes the band agreed. But ‘officially’ the Pink Dots do not exist. That’s what the statisticians say anyhow. It’s great to be “really” underground, maaaaaaaan.


Review

Arty psych/experimental/cabaret/gloom/dance/ambient pop…with a lisp…and it’s actually great! The Legendary Pink Dots, like cognac or port, are an acquired caste, and no matter how good the bottle or album, it’s certainly not going to appeal to everyone. If you’re already a fan of Syd Barrett, Nurse With Wound and Brecht/Weill, if you’re bold enough to take a chance on music that some might call precious, melodramatic, pretentious, and fey, then the Pink Dots are ripe for your palate. The Legendary Pink Dots (Brit vocalist/keyboardist Edward Ka-Spel and friends living in Amsterdam) have been making music since the late `70s, and have only been getting better and better with age. Like Bevis Frond, Tall Dwarfs and R. Stevie Moore, Kaspel’s an underground pop genius who’s probably destined (and perhaps happy) to remain underground forever, From Here you’ll Watch The World Go By is perhaps both his most diverse and accessible album yes, chock full of good tunes as well as adventurous wandering in complex textures and styles – he attempts a lot of different approaches, and succeeds with each. The Pink Floyd-ish “Citadel” and “This One-Eyed Man Is King.” “A Velvet Resurrection” and “1001 Commandments” (techno experiments), “Kollusim” (ambient electronics) “Clockwise” and “This Hollowed Ground,” (a la Television Personalities) are a few starting points, among many good tracks. – Eric Watford, CMJ


Lyrics

Clockwise

Brave Sir Henry swims the Serpentine in 16 seconds flat. We applaud him from the plimsoll line; Sir Henry lifts his hat… We drink some wine. We hold up signs. We give him 9 point 87 every time. Every time! That’s just the way things are in heaven here.

Sweet Katrina preens in six way mirrors under triple moons. I have seen her glide along the river murmuring this tune. Here.

A little bird just told me that my time is nearly through and soon I must forget this place and crawl right back to you. Childhood ends and “sense” descends, and I’ll believe in you. I’ll be leaving you.

Citadel

In blacklight corridors of power, we were lost without a map. We skipped the tripwires and searched for hours. We tiptoed through the traps. We slid through empty rooms with white walls and crystal chandeliers? they had carpets you could drown in. Bells were ringing in our ears. We slipped through borders, skipped the lasers murmuring a code. We’d wade coals. We climbed the scaffold – Hell, they even left the rope. We watched our spinning friends descend? choked. Through passages we danced? we glanced at fat men smoking fat cigars who spun their webs on screens and threw telegrams in trays. Candy soldiers raised the table. Wearing labels, muttering curses under sheeps’ heads. They were naked from their collars to their cotton socks. And every handshake gave a shock, a buzz, a charge? we saw them star with stars with sugar knives, then they fell into vats of lard. We watched but kept on moving higher? through the hall of two way mirrors. I spied a boy scout shackled to a chair and heard the whip crack “in the mood” as it made a parting in his hair. But still he dared to bait his master until the red wheels rolled from room to room to room. We padded past his tomb and kicked a door down. It was the door that said ‘no entry’. We took the lift and flew to floor 666666666666? but no -one stood there waiting. No guard blocked our path. There was just an empty room with the window wide open and a note pinned to a chair. It said, “welcome friends! You passed the test? and I’m glad you could make it. From here you watch the world go by? and doesn’t it look sad? And, like me before you, I’m quite sure that you’ll also take a dive so?”

Friend

I have a friend who only I can see. He stays discreet but that doesn’t mean he’s hiding? indeed he’s here right now and I believe that he likes you very much because he’s smiling! But, my friend will never advertise? He stays inside and whispers secrets that should stay that way. Sometimes he will take to a place where everyone accepts me and I’m happy. I rip this metal mask off my face, I hold my head up high and no -one slaps me. But they always come and take me down, and my friend steps back and won’t make a sound? and I fall back again.

A Velvet Resurrection

I want to believe in the nobility of the human spirit. I want to believe that mankind is essentially good and that the horror I see and the horrors I hear about are simply the last crisis of a dying spectre that has haunted our fragile globe for just to long. I want to believe that we are about to peel off the mask with which this spiteful god has been frightening us. I want to believe that we will not dance on his defeated rotting body for that would grant him victory in death. I want to believe that we will peel away the masks with which we frighten each other. I want to believe that no new spectre will replace the one that died and that we can stand alone and respect one another love one another? respect and cherish life in all its shapes and sizes while continuing to evolve. I want to believe that mankind will never be too arrogant to abandon it’s quest for the ultimate answer. I want to believe that even I could answer this question. I want to believe all of these things? But you caught me at a bad moment and I can’t.

1001 Commandments (transcribed by GubXFook)

I’ll never shout you down I’ll never shut you in I’ll never lock you out I’ll never smash your things if your’re ever out ever out with him I’ll never share my doubts I’ll keep them all within I’ll never shop around I’ll keep the shop within I’ll keep it squeaky clean I’ll never listen in when you are phoning in I’ll always let you win in your forbidden games (*) I shall take the blame I shall sit outside in the pouring rain If you shout my name If you shout my name If you shout my name If you shout my name and if you shout my name I’ll crawl into you

When I’m watching out watch the cat creep in I’ll just go walk about when you’re upstairs with him & when he goes away & you cry out your pain but here I am again here I am again I’m on my hands & knees & you can cling to me & pin some wings on me & I will ride the breeze I’m only here to please it’s my philosophy & I submit to thee yes I submit to she I submit to thee yes I submit to she I submit to thee yes I submit to she I’ll crawl into you I submit to thee yes I submit to she (repeat til end)

Remember Me This Way

What’s past is past. It has its value and I’m content I played a part. The Scent of you remains and there will always be a corner of my heart that’s yours? It’s only yours. Believe me! Believe me! But you wouldn’t want to see me now – I have changed beyond all recognition, but, with your permission, may I ask you to keep this photograph and remember me this way.

This One-eyed Man Is King

Calling spirits of the trees? it’s pushing 98 degrees? the mountain’s ash, the river is steam. I’m walking through a desert that stretched halfway across the globe. I’m mounting bodies, bouncing bones? I’m coughing candy, sucking stones. I’m kicking cans. I’m bleeding sand. If I’m the final man to raise a glove and fight your master plan then I just throw my hand in. Calling! Falling! I don’t need a bandage around my eyes. You cannot? you shall not steal these eyes?

Straight On ‘Til Morning

Out here, nothing matters? there is a road on my right and the wall on my left and I walk slowly, backwards. My arm stretched out in the hope that someone will stop and carry me to a place that simply isn’t here. But, although the highway is full of lights. I might as well be transparent. I think it’s been days, months? this road is my past, it’s my now and I’m out here and nothing matters. Sometimes I close my eyes and I see a face, but it’s not a face that I know and it’s always different. I know nothing except this road and it’s endless, backwards. I’m trying to attract the light to me and it comes to me, but it blinds me and it flashes past my shoulders again and again. 1.000 times in a single night. An endless night. Blazing impatient lights flying past me as the night presses down on my tired body? but there is no place to rest and there is no time to stop. Nothing exists except this lonely road and it’s endless. It’s backwards and I’d like to turn around – but I can’t? but, out

Damien

Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the night. He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite (with lasers!) . With every nail he hammered came the rush of flying hands. They pasted flyers and planted flags and we watched him hover higher? higher. Cruifix and lyrics. Holy holy sensurround? Lord, he never touched the ground. From state to state he wandered. He could have been the boy next door. You could feel the patriotic roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence. He took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth. Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot bibles. And the buses ran on time. Slaves of Kali Hari-karied on bayonets in poison ivy. We raised the torch of freedom. Can you see? Can you see? This is for all the girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers, sheilas, feelers, squealers, come? watch me fall, watch me drown? I’m kneeling in your mirror. See me cower in the corner of your room. Watch me desecrate the contents of your tomb.

This Hollowed Ground

We turn the tide. We hide the clock. We cradle the moon is case it stops. We stroke the gentle hand that stretches down to feed us on this Hollowed Ground. We ride the lamb. We break the cross. No hollow symbol fills our loss, but at least we have each other and we need no-one to lead us from this Hollowed Ground. We shall push and we shall pull and we shall rise above it all.

 

 

For Those Who Would Walk with the Gods / Для Тех, Ҡто Прогулялся Бьі С Богами

THE TEAR GARDEN

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

April 2001
RU CD Brudenia BRTG8

  1. Circles In The Sand – [MP3] [W2-30074]
  2. In Search Of My Rose – [MP3] [W2-30107]
  3. Sheila Liked The Rodeo – [MP3] [W2-6315]
  4. Ascension Day – [MP3] [W2-30107]
  5. White Coats And Haloes – [MP3] [W2-30074]
  6. Isis Veiled – [MP3] [W2-30074]
  7. You And Me And Rainbows (Parts One To Six) – [MP3] [NTL30019]
  8. A Ship Named “Despair” – [MP3] [W2-30074]
  9. The Running Man – [MP3] [W2-30074]
  10. Malice Through The Looking Glass – [MP3] [W2-30107]
  11. Good Evening Houston – [MP3]
  12. Good Night Little Lights – [MP3]

Credits


Notes

As with the LPDs anthology POI POKA MOZHESH, released on the same label, all text is written in the Russian cyrillic alphabet.
Tracks 11 and 12 are unavailable elsewhere.
Limited to 2000 numbered copies.

The title translates as “For Those Who Would Walk With The Gods”
Best-of, plus two tracks exclusive to the release. All song titles written in Russian. Sold via mail-order and during the 2001/2002 Legendary Pink Dots and Edward Ka-Spel tours.
Numbered edition of 2000 copies. Issued with hand-numbered sticker affixed to the back of the tray card or jewelcase.


Reviews

The latest in the trend of Russian-released collections has taken the form of a new comp from the Tear Garden. While every album from the group is still in print, this collection is worth mentioning for a few reasons. The type is entirely in Cyrillic, so it should be noted that there are two previously unreleased songs included, “Good Evening Houston” and “Good Night Little Lights” (unlike the last Tear Garden compilation, A Bouquet of Black Orchids which came with nothing extra). It’s also limited to a numbered edition of 2000 for those who might be interested. As a compilation, however, it doesn’t really pull together -my- favorite tunes nor do I feel it provides an accurate representation of the range of Tear Garden material. Congratulations to the collaborators for including “You and Me and Rainbows” which could easily be one of the greatest songs recorded in the 1980s, yet I’m always picky when it comes to comps, preferring that songs are assembled in some sort of chronology to show a nice progression, this one just seems haphazardly tossed together. New fans looking to experiment with Tear Garden stuff probably shouldn’t bother with this collection. The two new songs are a bit of a departure, with the first being an upbeat heavily electronic number, while the second is is more of an experimental downtempo percussively chiming piece. If you can’t live without every release, by all means pick it up. The artwork with all these pictures of moss is actually pretty interesting and it’s always neat to have a CD in your collection with completely different writing. That plus collections always seems to get me more familiar with songs I might not have been keen on before, as they’re taken completely out of context with the rest of the albums they were originally released with. – Jon Whitney, Brainwashed


Lyrics

GOOD EVENING HOUSTON

Nineteen down
Nineteen to go
The crowd’s too cool to force a show
We’re dog-tired, cat-whipped, underfed, on edge…
Where are we?

Who the hell are you?
We’re ???
Courtesy of Belgium, know it…
Where they make the chocolates and the chips

No, I cannot speak the language…(either of them!)
No, I don’t know where I get the inspiration
Don’t know when this planet will explode in bits…
I do not want to party…
See the sights
Or get real rigor-mortis stoned…

I do not want to sleep with you
I do not want to sleep with you
I do not want to sleep with you

I want to sleep alone in transit
Hunched up like a ball
Inside a stinking bag
Don’t worry, brother…
I shall not touch you

Even though our bond is by now very, very holy
I shall not touch you…

Let’s hit the road and on we go
Tornadoes, rednecks…
Time they got their guns, hang us high
And let the desert birds consume us

Read your bibles
Burn our bus
And ???
Who the hell are you?
We are SATAN!

Here, I’ll sing it backwards…

We’ve come to eat your veggie sticks
Take your daughters..
We’ve come to build a temple to
A blessed demon
Never mind his name…
Just be assured that he is bad

Now wasn’t that a close one?
Thought they’d throw us to the wolves
I’ve heard Montana’s really pretty
But there’s Nazis wall to wall

But we’re just tourists here
And sure, we believe in Jesus…

Sure we do
But gotta go now

‘Cause North Dakota’s calling
And it seems so very far, far away…

You’re a pink toothbrush
I’m a blue toothbrush
In a plastic cup
In a place that no one sees…

Not even me…

GOOD NIGHT, LITTLE LIGHTS

We thank you for the thunder
Which will wake our dead friends from their sleep
Thank you for the lightning bolt
Which stings and makes those tired hearts beat
Thank you for the rain
Which stimulates and makes them clean again…

Thank you for the joy,
The fearless pain,
The chains eternal.

We thank you for the turmoil in our hearts
When we would turn away.
Thank you for your patience
And we thank you for the will to seek.

Thank you for those ropes around our necks,
Those shackles on our feet…
Thank you for those patches on our eyes
We thank you for our blind respect.

We thank you and we thank you…
For we have to…
Oh lord, there shall be no resentment.

To Be an Angel Blind, the Crippled Soul Divide

THE TEAR GARDEN

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

Oct 1, 1996
CA CD Nettwerk W2-30107

  1. Ascension Day – [MP3]
  2. We The People – [MP3]
  3. In Search Of My Rose – [MP3]
  4. Crying From Outside – [MP3]
  5. Psycho 9 – [MP3]
  6. With Wings – [MP3]
  7. Judgment Hour – [MP3]
  8. New Eden – [MP3]
  9. Tasteless – [MP3]
  10. Cyberspider – [MP3]
  11. Malice Through The Looking Glass – [MP3]
  12. Phoenix – [MP3]
  13. The Habit – [MP3]

September 22, 2020
NL MP3 self-released on Bandcamp


Credits

  • Edward Ka-Spel
  • Cevin Key
  • The Silver Man (Phil Knight)
  • Ryan Moore
  • Martijn de Kleer
  • De Green Guy
  • Niels Van Hoornblower
  • Anthony Valcic – production

Notes

The word CRIPPLED in the title was supposed to be CRIPPLE (i.e. no “D” on the end), but it was added by mistake somewhere in the production of the release.

2020 Bandcamp notes:
“To Be An Angel Blind” is probably the most melancholy offering from The Tear Garden. It all began in a hotel room in Mexico City with Martijn De Kleer and Edward Ka-Spel pulling “Ascension Day” out of the ether, and the story continued with daily (lengthy) improvisations in the studio in Vancouver. These workouts would be edited by Anthony Valcic who was a bonafide member of the group for this one. Sweet sorrow, and the title has been corrected for this web release.


Press Release

The roots of The Tear Garden extend back to 1983 when Cevin Key, on the verge of forming Skinny Puppy, struck up a trans-Atlantic correspondence with Edward Ka-Spel, the lead vocalist and driving force behind The Legendary Pink Dots. Three years later, Ka-Spel visited Vancouver for a series of three live performances with Key as sound technician, and during his visit, they recorded The Tear Garden’s self-titled debut EP.

In 1987, Ka-Spel returned to open for Skinny Puppy on their North American tour, after which the duo retreated to the studio for two weeks to produce the now classic electronic-psychedelic album, Tired Eyes Slowly Burning. It was during these sessions that the project’s ranks began to expand, with guest appearances by Key’s fellow Puppies Dwayne Goettel and Nivek Ogre.

Four years later, the Garden bloomed again, this time growing well beyond the Key/Ka-Spel partnership to include not only Goettel, but a wide assortment of friends, including most of the Pink Dots. This fruitful month-long collaboration spawned two releases: an album called The Last Man To Fly, and a (very long) EP called Sheila Liked The Rodeo.

Another four years passed. Four years that saw literal and figurative deaths (the departure of both Skinny Puppy and LPD from their long-time labels; the subsequent break-up of SP; the tragic passing of Dwayne Goettel) and births (Edward’s son, Calyxx; Download; Key’s return to Nettwerk).

In late December, 1995, in the midst of this turbulence, The Tear Garden gathered once more, perhaps to attempt to trigger the dawn of a tranquil new era. The result was To Be An Angel Blind, The Crippled Soul Divide, an album of fragile and powerful beauty that digs even deeper into the psychedelic underground than its predecessors, adding a range of influences from dub bass to country slide guitar, all the while retaining the dark electronic melancholy that has become the project’s signature.


Reviews

Over the past 13 years, the Tear Garden has served as a kind of inspirational distraction for Skinny Puppy’s cEvin Key and the Legendary Pink Dots’ Edward Ka-Spel, indulging their interests in melding dark psychedelia, folk and industrial electronics in an open-ended, loosely experimental setting.

To Be An Angel Blind, the first Tear Garden recording since Skinny Puppy’s turbulent demise, initially seems more interested in quieter, reflective songscapes than anything remotely industrial, Ka-Spel’s thickly English vocals coming off as a kind of gothic Syd Barrett when paired with some delicately picked acoustic guitar and flute (the leadoff `Ascension Day”). As the album progresses, however, this spooky minimalism gives way to slight, jarring bits of synth and drum effects, layering Ka-Spel’s moody vocals with electronic strokes of melancholy. By the 10th track, “Cyberspider,” things have gotten much heavier and even more interesting, navigating thudding live drum rhythms, gnarled fragments of white noise and light, eerie synth melodies.

Taken in its 70-minute whole, To Be An Angel Blind boasts the kind of progressive album-making pioneered by `70s outfits like Pink Floyd or King Crimson, its grand scope of instrumentation and smaller, more tranquil moments begging for a larger conceptual theme (and there probably is one here). Individual song recommendations include the above-mentioned leadoff track, plus “Judgement Hour” and “Malice Through The Looking Glass.” – Colin Helms, CMJ


Lyrics

ASCENSION DAY

I tried to find some silence in this shallow space
I pushed pillows in my ears
I concealed my face
No, don’t you even try to catch my eye
It sits frozen in its place
Here it’s invitation only
I’m lonely
But I’m forced to say
That I cannot see you now

Yet everywhere I walk I’m crushing something
Because I cannot see the stairs
I’d share my sores with you over coffee
But the queue’s 1000 years
And someone stole my badge
And now I’ve lost the right to be here
Breathe the air
It’s not fair
But that’s just the way things are
And I cannot see you now

But through it all my princess holds my hand
And assures me that there’s an island
Yet untouched by human hand
We must simply keep believing
And simply keep our eyes fixed on the morning
I threw my pillows to the wind
And I waited for my wings
And you cannot see me now

WE THE PEOPLE

The revolution came and they blew it
They made a hole three centuries deep
And filled it
They swept in all the streets
All the freaks and all the finest
Now we’re wading
We’re knee-deep
And I can’t tell you what the time is
Because the clock is ten miles up
And I’m too short-sighted
But that’s life
Now there’s four of us down here
But I don’t like the other three
Except for you, dear
Let’s have a coup, dear

IN SEARCH OF MY ROSE

I found you crying outside
On the wall of Devil’s Well
A hangman’s knot around your feet
And praying for the spell
To be shattered
May I be the one
To rip those shackles clean away
And lead you to a place
Where lonliness is tackled
With a kiss

A kiss that has no ropes
No strings
No obligations
I don’t owe you
Be quite sure
You don’t owe me

CRYING FROM OUTSIDE

This beating heart is yours to break
I’m lying on your altar
Take your sacrifical knife and cut
This lamb was born to slaughter
Still I stare at you
With big brown sheepy eyes

I’d like to blow a kiss goodbye
Can you help me?
But you pulled away

So I kicked away my chains
And threw a line out to the crowd
Shouting “Pull me in, please take me in…”
I’ll try to understand
I’ll keep my questions in a can
And my hands inside my pocket
If you like you can lock it
I won’t look you in the eye

Will you help me?

But they pulled away

And now I’m floating in a box
Without a window
So I try leaning on the wall
But it crumbles
So I stumble to the floor
But it liquifies
Transforms itself into nothing
I want nothing
Is that so very much to ask?

But she pulls away

PSYCHO 9

I took my customary stroll
In the mid-day sun
Got my devil diviner
Hand on my gun
Now the game’s for you
We do it for fun
Look out!

Got this itch inside my skull
Got a clip on my wings
Now I’m seeing you peripheral
Or what’s under your skin

Got a basket full of puppets
A hatful of pins
Look out!

Some folks set up a posse
In the local estate now to cripple me
Crisp at the stake
You forgot a few believers
You made a mistake
Look out!

Now they hide inside their boxes
Not a soul on the street
Except for pizzaman
Strangers
Little old me
Look out!

WITH WINGS

The crippled soul divides
And the scars of years fly away
Like confetti on the desert wind
Phoenix rises
Proud young wings reflecting amber
Solitary
Untouchable

Excited
And ready to search for his rose
But the flight lasted so long
And those powerful wings grew weary
As he padded through blind alleys
Swooped open-eyed into blind curves
And wasted night
After lonely night
Trying to drink from a mirage

But no distraction could decimate
The totality of belief
And his number came up
Just when the weight of his despair
Had him pinned to a rock
When the feathers of his wings
Had been shed
And he stood naked
Before a disapassionate ocean of grey faces

His precious twin
His rose
Isolde dancing alone
Then multiplying
Inviting
So many many levels

And the crippled soul unites and prepares
For the long journey home

JUDGMENT HOUR

I’ve got my eyes fixed on your picture
This finger’s pressing mute
Would you shut up for a moment
I need to see the future
Seems it’s looking dim
I tried to shake you off
But still you cling
I never wear your ring
The green stain’s creeping down my finger

Wasn’t there a thing that I did
That gave you pleasure?
Wasn’t there a thing that I did
That made you laugh?

And the hangman shakes his head
Turns the hour glass and counts former wives
Former lives
Line up
Then denounce me

People it’s my party
People it’s my house
It’s me who makes the rules

If you cannot stand the heat
Leave your grudges in the hall
It’s me who makes the rules

I’m head of this table
All of you are mere projections
If I gave you false impressions
Then that’s just the way I am
What I say what I think
Are two entirely diferent things
That’s just the way I am

We should never say forever
Even when it’s what we feel
It’s what I feel, it’s what I fear
It’s what you hear
And time stands still
Until tomorrow when I’m gone
But you keep clinging on
Could that be forever?

We meet again my princess
Let’s get it right this time
Let’s make a toast
We could exorcise the ghosts

NEW EDEN

My splintered stoned Medusa
Lies in places by the mirror
Snakes alive
But I die laughing on a chair
I’m juggling apples
I feel the grass grow ’round my feet
A perfumed candle plays the breeze
That sweeps from West to East
From me to you
Out here…in New Eden

We’ve learned from our mistakes
This time around we’ll make things better
I won’t throw that stone
I’d rather send a letter
If it seems we’re being asked to leave
Then I’ll ask you for your hand
We’ll expand from West to East
From me
From you
Out here in our New Eden

TASTELESS

CYBER SPIDER

Now the ceremony’s started
And the prosecution rests
We’re lying naked on the table
I try to get you on my chest

We’re rated X
We’re live and steamy
Our performance is on line coast to coast
The tongues are hanging
Viewer discretion is advised!

But there’s something I should tell you
Cause it lurks beneath my skin
I got this creepy crawly virus
And I feel it kicking in

If I mutate into a spider
Turn away your pretty head
I’ll be polite when I’m inside you
I shall weave this brave new web

I’m in your heart now, in your fingers
Am I getting on your nerves?
Let’s give them hell
When I yell “timber”
They shall get what they deserve!

MALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

Snowblind
I can’t find my way back
Because my tracks move in spirals to me
Now I’m up to my knees
And it’s freezing
I’m sinking
I’m thinking of you
And you wave
As you fade away
Float away

Blue as December
Dismembered
These fragments are glued
To my sails
I’m impaled on a rock
Where we carved our our names

And I blew you a kiss
But I missed
And you left me like this
I fade away
Float away

PHOENIX

Hit “rewind”
You sit surrounded by a frame
Your laugh infectious
Hair in flames
Your star was lonely
But it lives
And we don’t have the time for tears

A step beyond
Deep in the corner of my eye
I swear I saw a curtain rise
I can’t be certain
It could be
That I’m just seeing what I want to see

But just who guides these hands
When they’re shaking with frustration?
When scraping in the sand
Who provides the inspiration?
And who whispers from outside
When all seems desperation
“Seize the future…”

THE HABIT

 

Kowskijari

EDWARD KA-SPEL

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1996
CD-R HPCD9154

  1. Atomic Roses ’95 (mix)
  2. Tsern Is Kowskijari Part 1
  3. Untitled
  4. Tsern Is Kowskijari Part 2
  5. Textures Of Illumina Part 1
  6. Textures Of Illumina Part 2

 


Credits


Notes

Initially limited to 2 copies, with a third copy later burned.
All of the tracks are mixed together as one long song.
“Atomic Roses ’95 (mix)” is a slightly different mix of the version that appears on the GLOBUS AND DECIBEL compilation.
“Textures of Illumina Part 1” and “Textures of Illumina Part 2″ are the same material as sides 1 and 2 respectively of the THE TEXTURES OF ILLUMINA 10” EP release.
The other tracks are otherwise exclusive.

 

 

The Man Who Never Was / Fuse

EDWARD KA-SPEL

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1996, reissued 1998
US 7″ Anomalous Records ‎– ANO1
US 7″ Robot Records RR13

  1. The Man Who Never Was – [MP3]
  2. Fuse – [MP3]

 

 


Credits

  • Edward Ka-Spel – keyboards, voice, violins, devices
  • Lady Loop – devices, engineering
  • Raymond Steeg – engineering, mixing
  • Caylxx – bouncing presence

Notes

These tracks were recorded in 1992.  Played at 33 1/3 RPM.
1996 edition limited to 1000 copies on black vinyl
1998 edition limited to 500 copies on clear vinyl and features redesigned labels.  This edition was re-cut as the pressing plant lost the plates from the first pressing.

‘The Man Who Never Was’ re-released on “Down In the City of Heartbreak and Needles Volume 2” CD.  ‘Fuse’ was eventually released on the 2001 compilation “Needles Three

 

Lullabies for the New Dark Ages

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1996
US CDx4 Soleilmoon SOL1 CD

22 July 1998
US LPx4 Soleilmoon SOL1

 


Notes

The first 4 Full Length albums by Legendary Pink Dots.
CD edition has slightly different covers from single CD releases (yellow ink replaced with gold ink) and is limited to 1000 copies.

LP edition features picture disks with the same artwork as the CD versions and is limited to 512 numbered copies.