THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Release date and tracklist

1989
BE 12″ Play It Again Sam BIAS109

side a

1. Blacklist – [MP3]

side b

1. Methods – [MP3]
2. Our Lady In Cervetori – [MP3]

2012 re-released as part of The Golden Age album
2016 re-released as part of The Golden Age album
NL Remastered CD/2xLP/MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

1. Maniac 4:09
2. The Talent Contest 4:04
3. The More It Changes 3:32
4. Hotel Noir 6:47
5. Stille Nacht 3:38
6. The Month After 4:59
7. Lisa’s Separation / The Golden Age? 7:45*
8. Black Castles 5:28
9. And Even The Vegetables Screamed / Regression 3:28*
10. Blacklist 6:46
11. Methods 4:16
12. Our Lady In Cervetori 4:42

2018 re-released as part of The Golden Age album
NL Remastered CD/2xLP/MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

1. Maniac 4:08
2. The Talent Contest 4:02
3. The More It Changes 3:30
4. Hotel Noir 6:43
5. Stille Nacht 3:30
6. The Month After 4:57
7. Lisa’s Separation / The Golden Age 7:42
8. Black Castles 5:26
9. And Even The Vegetables Screamed / Regression 3:26*
10. Blacklist 6:43
11. Methods 4:10
12. Our Lady In Cervetori 4:40
13. The Whore Of Babylon 2:34
14. MMMMMMMMMMMM…. 4:29
15. The Gallery 4:06
16. Curious Guy 5:23
17. Love In A Plain Brown Envelope 6:45

Credits

• The Silverman – keyboards, samples and loops
• Patrick Q Wright – violins, viola, keyboards, drum prgramming, percussion
• Edward Ka-Spel – vox and keyboards
• Hans Meyer – saxophones, flute and electronix
• Bob Pistoor – guitar
• Marie

Notes

Produced by Hans Myer and the LPDs, engineered by Hans Myer.
The track “Black Castles” is titled “Shiny, Shiny Black Castles” on the label of the LP editions and on the SPV cassette.

All tracks on this EP were released on The Golden Age CD

Lyrics

Blacklist (transcribed by Alan Ezust and other members of cloud-zero)

They scorched the earth; they petrified the forest – painted windows black. Pumped cyanide in rivers, roamed around in packs ; screamed “STAND, DELIVER!” they always took it all. Resistance cracked, we’d hide, but sure they’d find us curled up on the floorboards of our shack. Five on the blacklist! Five on the blacklist! We were bubbling under, now we’re in there, with a bullet (through the brain) Frightened on the floorboards of our shack, quite naked, once we’d fight them – now we take it all. They have our names, they have our numbers. the print-out says we take it all again and again untill we pay… Five on the blacklist! Five on the blacklist! We were bubbling under, now we’re in there, with a bullet. FIVE ! Five on the blacklist! FOUR! Five on the blacklist! THREE! Five on the blacklist! TWO! Five on the blacklist! ONE ! Five on the blacklist!

Methods (transcribed by Alan Ezust and other members of cloud-zero)

Dive like a swan in a pond, as the train rolls in. Close your eyes, hold your breath – , you’ll be holding it forever. There are methods, many methods – take a pill. Swallow one by one. It’s easy, it’s so easy – you can drift away to heaven. Many methods, there are methods – like a blade on the wrist you can carve your initials. It’s messy, but it’s effective – and a method. Another method … select and slip away. Tightropes, and nightshades and shady streets where knives are swinging (methods!) swing, swing away on a rope – it’s a method. another method….Airports, motorways – take a dive, take a dive…Methods. Methods. .Just select and slip away (x3) Methods. Just select and slip away…Methods. Methods…. Just select and slip away. Take alive, take a life, take a dive….

Our Lady in Cervetori (transcribed by Alan Ezust and other members of cloud-zero)

Sounding the bell in the corridor. Sweeping the floor with her hair. She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs as she walks. We all walk behind her. The city sleeps restless below ; one thousand dark stars flashing random. We swing on the wires, we lie in the road but the cars just fly by us – they dodge and drive on. We slide down the gutters. We hide with the rats in the catacombs. We swim through the eggshells and matchsticks and toothpicks – We retreat to the underworld, down where it’s warm. Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will need us…It’s heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will scare me again. Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will need us…It’s heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will scare me again.

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1989
NL CS Mirrordot
DE CS Jarmusic

side a

1. The Lifesucker
2. Time Dance
3. Even Now
4. Even Tide
5. MMMMMMMMMMMMM…
6. Purity

side b

1. Flesh Parade
2. The Heretic
3. Government Health Warning
4. The Divorce
5. Boule (Viens Ici!)
6. Ice Baby Cometh
7. Down From the Country
8. untitled

1990
NL CS Staalplaat STLPD009

side a

1. The Lifesucker
2. Time Dance
3. Even Now
4. Even Tide
5. MMMMMMMMMMMMM…
6. Purity

side b

1. Flesh Parade
2. The Heretic
3. Government Health Warning
4. The Divorce
5. Boule (Viens Ici!)
6. Ice Baby Cometh
7. Down From the Country
8. untitled

2014 (remastered)
NL MP3/CDr self released on Bandcamp

2018 (remastered)
NL MP3/CDr self-released on Bandcamp

1. The Lifesucker
2. Time Dance
3. Even Now – Even Tide
4. MMMMMMMMMMMMM…
5. Purity
6. Flesh Parade (First Version)
7. The Heretic
8. Government Health Warning
9. The Divorce
10. Boule (Viens Ici!)
11. Ice Baby Cometh
12. Down From the Country
13. untitled

Credits

• Edward Ka-Spel – voice, keyboards
• The Silverman – keyboards
• various others…

Notes

A1 from the compilation LP Life at the Top, 1984 Third Mind Records TMLP 07
A2 from the compilation cassette Insane Music for Insane People vol. 2, 1983 Insane/Grafika I/G 2
A3 from the compilation cassette An Invitation to the Last Judgement: The Labyrinth, 1984 Signal SV004 (alternate recordings appear on Edward Ka-Spel releases)
B2 previously appeared on Prayer for Aradia as “Outsider”.
B7 is a slightly edited version as that found on Kleine Krieg.
B7 is comprised of “Down from the Country” (5:28) and an unlisted track (0:19). The latter does not appear at the end of the former on Under Triple Moons which collects tracks from Kleine Krieg (where “Down from the Country” appears) and other early cassette releases.
B8 is not listed on the insert

STLPD009:
came in an A5 package.

The Lifesucker, MMMMMMMMMMMMM…, The Divorce, Ice Baby Cometh can also be found on the CD Stained Glass Soma Fountains, while Down From the Country appears on the CD Under Triple Moons.

GRALNEZH KHAZH

2014 Remaster
On cdr in card sleeve with insert.

2018 Bandcamp Remaster
Final volume in the “Traumstadt” cassette series originally issued jointly by The Dots and Germany’s Jarmusic label early in the 90s. Staalplaat later reissued this cassette.It’s a collection of bits and pieces, mostly from compilations and there is quite a bit of duplication with other titles in the LPD catalogue but “Even Now-Eventide” is exclusively here. We’re making this title available for a limited time period following renewed interest from Pink Dots’ followers.

Following recent interest in this release we’re making this CDR more generally available.It is dressed in a card cover with home made artwork and insert. Due to demand this is a second edition of 20 copies with a slightly different design. Edition of 20

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS / BEEQUEEN

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1990
NL 7″ Rund Um den Watzmann/Korm Plastics RUDW002/KP3490 (different image)

1994
NL 12″ Rund Um den Watzmann RUDW002

4 Years Later
NL 12″+ CS Rund Um den Watzmann WATZ002
(special “sub-edition”)

1. Potsdammer Spats- The Legendary Pink Dots
2. Tractus Locomotorius- Beequeen

Cassette:

1. Kolomñmë (The Elke Mix)- Edward Ka-Spel
2. Shedur- Bee Queen
3. The Day She Left for Good- Silverman
4. Prine- Brunnen
5. Manipulations 1- Kapotte Muziek
6. Manipulations 2- Kapotte Muziek

August 6, 2021
NL MP3 self-released on the LPD Bandcamp site and Beequeen’s Bandcamp site

1. Potsdammer Spats (The Legendary Pink Dots)
2. Tractus Locomotorius (Beequeen)
3. Kolomne -The Elke Mix (Edward Ka-Spel)
4. Shedur (Beequeen)
5. The Day She Left For Good (The Silverman)
6. Prine (Brunnen)
7. Manipulation Muzak 1 (Kapotte Muziek)
8. Manipulation Muzak 2 (Kapotte Muziek)

Credits

• The Legendary Pink Dots
• Beequeen (Frans de Waard, Freek Kinkelar)

Raymond Steeg- sound clean up (2021 release)

Notes

Recorded for the fashion show Der Aussiedler featuring designs by René Heid of Rund Um Den Watzmann.
1990 7″ is packaged with a medium t-shirt and limited to 200 copies in a silk-screened sleeve.

1994 12″ is also packaged with a shirt and limited to 200 copies in a silk-screened sleeve.

A 1994 “sub-edition” was limited to 30 copies (15 of each format) and is subtitled 4 YEARS LATER. It comes with a different t-shirt from the first edition and other “gadgets”, etc., with each of the 30 copies being unique and signed by all participants. It also includes a 6 track cassette with solo works from members of LPD and Beequeen, including “Kolomne (the Elke mix)” by Edward Ka-Spel and “The Day She Left For Good” by The Silverman.

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Statement by René Heid:
In 1990 I completed my fashion design studies at the Academy of Fine Arts in Arnhem with a collection called ‘Der Aussiedler’, inspired by the political movements in communist Eastern Europe which led directly to the fall of the Berlin Wall. This collection held both a critical and an ironical view of these events in being an attempt to visualise my personal experiences.  I asked the Legendary Pink Dots and Bee Queen if they would take care of the music for the fashion show. They both came up with terrific soundscapes and after the show I decided to release their music together with some documentation of my collection and a T-shirt with a specially designed print. Each T-shirt, was individually silk screen-ed and therefore unique. -René Heid

more information

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2021 Bandcamp notes:
The concept for “Der Aussiedler” (‘The Emigrant’) was hatched by Rene Heid in 1990, who was an old friend of the Pink Dots and locally famous for always having highly desirable vinyl to trade. Rene was also a fashion student and approached The Dots and Nijmegen compatriots, Beequeen, to create some music for a show he was putting on.

The soundtrack proved to be a success for experimental catwalk in Arnhem and Rene felt that the music deserved a wider audience.

Hence he came up with the idea of a vinyl single – as a 7” and a 12” complete with a T-shirt.
The small edition quickly disappeared but some shirts and 12” vinyls were held back for a special edition 4 years later.

More music was recorded for this follow-up of 30 copies , reproduced on a cassette and every remaining shirt was personalised with signatures and artistic doodlings which verged from the ridiculous to the abominable. All the music has been cleaned up for your delectation here by Raymond Steeg. Enjoy! EK

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Release date and tracklist

1990
BE 12″ Play It Again Sam BIAS153

side a

1. Princess Coldheart [MP3]

side b

1. The Pleasure Palace [MP3]
2. The Collector [MP3]

Credits

• The Silver Man – keyboards, samples, devices, percussion
• Bob Pistoor – guitars, sitar, bass
• Qa’Sepel – voices, keyboards
• Niels van Hoorn – flute, saxophones, bass clarinet
• Hans Meyer – electronics, oboe, tymphanis

Notes

A small number of copies of this release were mistakenly pressed with labels from Crushed Velvet Apocalypse.

Lyrics

Princess Coldheart (transcribed by members of the cloud-zero mailing list – corrections welcomed.)

Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing…filed in, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn’t move her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring…tried the tricks they’d learned in France. Some would touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it; one-by-one they died.

Others chanted poems…even showered her with strange expensive gifts. She wouldn’t read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to rest.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. He snatched her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She even lets him kiss her breast.

In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them, decorate their room. It’s touching.

It’s touching, so touching. It’s touching, so touching.

The Pleasure Palace

Get right down and work, work. Beat it, eat it, lick it out, and drink it down and spit it out. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. 500 pounds of meat in amyl nitrate. Nice and neat. Repeat, repeat. don’t hit me with a wooden fish cos I can hear the bells ring, my burning bride.

{???} closed the door and keep her out. Forty days, forty nights, waiting for the time, waiting for the green light says, “Come in boys, I’m waiting here, I’m lonely, I need your company, I need a {???}, white flash. I’m waiting, I’m desperate. I need some energy, so I can {???} quiver, quiver, quiver. {???} in my sacrifice. {???} sacrifice. Yes, I’ll be your sacrifice, but please don’t hurt me with the {ribbon fist?}. {???} tie my legs together. Please don’t hit me with the {fish??}, I’m {???}, I might just split from eyes to knees to feet to {???}. I’ll be your sacrifice. I’ll be your sacrifice. {???} I can hear your bells ring. {???} I’ll be your sacrifice.(x3)

The Collector

Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box. He met them, he kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day, when nothing’s left, no nothing’s left to collect. {Whistling} And sometimes he’d look in his catalog, and it was like the whole wide world bundled up and waved, and he’d saved those waves, and he’d count them. He’d count them, cos he loved counting things. 3 french hens, 2 turtles doves, a monkey in a big palm tree, a bunch of green bananas that are never ripe, an orangutan who says I love you and you can pull a string and it grins and it, it’s a happy little thing, but it doesn’t say much, so it isn’t much good company. 15,934 plastic facsimilies of the Eiffel Tower, twenty percent of which were broken because they were made in Taiwan so they weren’t built to last at all, and anyway the proportions were completely wrong, because they don’t have the Eiffel Tower in Taiwan. All they have is pagodas. And he had many bagodas too. He had twenty-eight bagodas, which he shrunk with water and kept them all in a big trunk which he dug out from the sea from a huge wreck of this old galleon, and he kept galleons too, many, many galleons with skeletons and lots of treasure, and he collected them. He collected all the treasure in all the world, and he owned all the banks.

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1990
BE/US LP/CS Play It Again Sam BIAS149

side a

1. I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty – [MP3]
2. Green Gang – [MP3]
3. Hellsville – [MP3]
4. Hellowe’en – [MP3]
5. The Safe Way – [MP3]

side b

1. Just A Lifetime – [MP3]
2. The Death Of Jack The Ripper – [MP3]
3. New Tomorrow – [MP3]

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1991
BE/US LP/CS Play It Again Sam BIAS184

side a

1. Disturbance – [MP3]
2. Pennies For Heaven – [MP3]
3. Third Secret – [MP3]
4. The Grain Kings – [MP3]

side b

1. The Ocean Cried ‘Blue Murder’ – [MP3]
2. Belladonna – [MP3]
3. A Space Between – [MP3]
4. Evolution – [MP3]

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1991
BE/US CD Play It Again Sam BIAS225

2002
US CD Cacciocavallo CAD21
PL CD Big Blue SPVL-0042  (different cover)

28 May 2012
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

1. Disturbance – [MP3]
2. Pennies For Heaven – [MP3]
3. Third Secret – [MP3]
4. The Grain Kings – [MP3]
5. The Ocean Cried ‘Blue Murder’ – [MP3]
6. Belladonna – [MP3]
7. A Space Between – [MP3]
8. Evolution – [MP3]
9. Cheraderama – [MP3]
10. Lilith – [MP3]
11. Fourth Secret – [MP3]
12. Expresso Noir – [MP3]
13. Home – [MP3]
14. Crushed Velvet – [MP3]

bonus 3″ CD*

1. I Dream Of Jeannie – [MP3]
2. Little Oyster – [MP3]
3. She Gave Me An Apple – [MP3]
4. Stirred But Not Shaken – [MP3]
5. Where No Man – [MP3]

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February 15, 2015
US 5xLP Soleilmoon Recordings 11912
Please see The Maria Dimension Complete Recordings for complete track listing.

November 11, 2022
US 3xCD Soleilmoon Recordings SOL 187
Please see The Maria Dimension Complete Recordings for complete track listing.

Credits

• The Silver Man-Keys, devices, percussion
• Father Pastorius- Guitars, bass, percussion
• Niels van Hoornblower- horns, percussion
• The Prophet Qa’Sepel– vox, keys, devices
• Hans Meyer
• Jason
• Marie

Cover by Stephan Barbery

Notes

Produced by the Legendary Pink Dots.
* The first 3000 copies of European CD edition include the bonus 3″ CD, the tracks of which were later released on Chemical Playschool 8 & 9.

Review

Like recent Jackpot! nominees Tuxedomoon, Edward Ka-Spel had the good sense to abandon ship-in this case, England-for the Benelux’s less congested hospitality, even though he’s consistently held a definitively English tenure on psychedelia-namely the folk-minstrel tradition, as typified and vindicated by Sir Syd Barrett. Ed and sidekick Phil Knight’s 12th in-exile release as the Dots, The Maria Dimension, is the epitome of “kaleidoscopic”; these subdued, glowing coals of electronics, electro-acoustic guitar/ sitar, brass, clarinet and voices (“sometimes from beyond,” the sleeve says) come in pulsating colours, stained Eastern and Western, some with nursery rhyme fragility-side two’s exquisite swooners “The Ocean Cried “Blue Murder”‘ and “Belladonna” for example-while others spurt ultra vividly, like slow-motion fireworks, as on “The Third Secret” and “The Grain Kings.” The nine-minute closer “Evolution” connects heavily with Spacemen 3’s luminous dream-drones (refer to “Ecstacy Symphony”)-an inseparable chicken-and-egg situation here-as well as the post-Syd Barrett, space-chasing Pink Floyd, although to deny Syd Barrett isn’t the Dots’ ever-present watchman is to deny the Dots breathe oxygen (nb: vocally, Ed shares the same careworm quaver as the Only Ones’ Peter Perrett, a Barrett disciple in his own right). But The Maria Dimension is such a personal mindscan; the likes of “A Space Between”‘s labyrinthal collage-50 pastel shades of baroque-or “Disturbance”‘s mantra-sonic undertow are legendary, flushed pink, unique. If the duo were “English”-oh, the irony!- they’d be crowned by front covers by now, guaranteed. – Martin Aston, CMJ

Lyrics

Disturbance

We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that leads high to a darkening moon. We’re the watchers of disaster, we’re the dancers on your tomb. We’re the invisible invaders of your privacy… your dreams. We’re the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent lunacy on hot oppressive nights – you shine a light and you will see just a shadow.

Pennies for Heaven

Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining on the wreckage – white napkins round our necks, we took our plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn’t move, ’til sunset turned the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion. A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as angels chanted, “You can’t take it with you…” So we’re told, Heaven’s paved with gold-but it HAS to come from somewhere?! Paradise. It has it’s price. We’re forced to crawl through needle’s eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.

The Third Secret

New martyrs swinging in the wind. The dead eyes searching for messiahs in the stars. The bodies carrying the scars of no confession, no concession. No sympathy. The laughter from the front row buzzing loudly now in bars, over chicken in a basket, in the darkest corners of the Central Station. Passing round the spirit that drove Rommel to his desert hole, smashed diamonds, stripped the gold from hidden cities in Brazil. And killed the savage in the name of Mary… Burn the witch, whip the bitch who shows her ankles on the Sabbath. Bring the kids aged 1 to 63 – the family treat. Maybe there will be a vision of messiahs in the stars. Now all confess and make a wish. The priest is passing round the dish…our Lady’s selling tissues for the tears, for all the years of blessed rape in the name of our sweet lord.

The Grain Kings

We will sow the seeds together. We shall feed the fertile ground. We will wait then we shall gather fruits to feed our hungry mouths. We’ll feast, we’ll toast the one who sends the storm, who shapes the corn. We line the circles. In the Fall, we fall…… Come the dawn he’ll strech his hands and take the last born to the land beyond our tidy tidy lawns, and no, no lamb of ours will be deformed!

The Ocean Cried “Blue Murder”

Penguin spins the caviar… Trois rouge. We drown it quick before it hatches. We wash it down with absynthe, spit it out with roses. Captain turns the hoses on the crawling crowd. We’re on a cloud, we’re on our knees, we’re singing all the songs our fathers taught us. Still the band plays on (relieved!). They locked up all their daughters, deep down, horizontal in the hold. We’re much too old and much too drunk to hold a conversation. Too far gone to see the mountain waving through the crack that was the floor.

Belladonna

Belladona. Sea blue marshmallow eyes. Belladonna sees you – it’s just a disguise. She sees nothing but grey. Belladonna. Ice cool, shaken not stirred. Belladonna. Whisper only the word and she would wash the day away… And as I faded through the years, she found an answer to the tears. It wasn’t wise, but no, no humble mortal ever matched these eyes. Belladonna – pretty name for a slave. Belladonna. Starburst – shouts from the grave “I’ll remember our dawn.”

A Space Between

Billy was a car crash – all he ever knew was pain. Lived a milli-milli- milli-second; never born again. Though no one saw him coming, plenty witnessed his remains – laid a wreath yet they never knew him… Me? I’m just the rain, laid poor Billy to eternal rest, eternal rust. I soaked the dust that covers him, I wait for all the others. They all have names… Red Harry was a bright young spark that flew and burned old London Town in ’66. He flew to bits. He tore it down (bubonic bliss!). And me? I’m just the kiss our maker blew to put him out. To eternal rest. Eternal rust. To dust, to ash. I cover up and wait for all the others. We all have names… Georgie was cut on Hitler’s knee. He ran for weeks, turned shades of green… They kidnapped me and made him clean… On Winter nights, I still hear him scream. I cover up. I wait for all the others. Jane? Her mother was a hurricane who swept the plains and sneezed away a continent with me (the sea). The team that made a myth by hiding it. Became a hit on Broadway but it wasn’t quite the same – they all FORGOT our names. We ALL have names.

Evolution

If God was egg, if six were nine… If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making. If we’d never taken anything, but only given… If we could forgive, forget and rearrange the patterns. If you’d never thrown a stone or split the atom – ate the apple… if… If I’d stayed alone in shackles feeling nothing, seeing nothing in my head… If we’d shared instead of just collecting. If we’d never lived… If… If we’d ever… If we never never, never land but fly without a destination, cry without a cause, and lose ourselves for just a second at the beauty of it all… Then maybe in the next life we’d be dolphins.

Cheraderama

Colliding in the stroboscope… Yes, now you see me, now you don’t. Tonight I’m dressed in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless, crying in my wine through happy hour; trace the lines that crawl across my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes searching for a space that’s warm enough to take them through the night. There’s only black & white. Express. We never touch, we only press. Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that I’ll protect you if you’d only look into my eyes. Chose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes down for Cheraderama!

Lilith

Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn. She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for 16 days and no tomorrows. Mourning friends who fled and loves that died stillborn… A lifetime miming, hiding from the touch that claims… unchained her from the lie that was her past. A hollow tear lay drying on the mask, behind the veil, behind the mask, behind the vizor… And somewhere spiteful spirits laughed at her – the last survivor. Because she’d always been alone, she’d always be alone.

Expresso Noir

Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head – tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his garlic, he’s dead from his head to his sandles. I tear at the handle and we came to a shuddering stop and we topple like dominoes, swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine… The cavalry dived into action with batons… knives… they gave me a fine, ripped the shirt off my back, threw my case on the tracks – saw it smashed to a fragmented mess by the midnight express from Atlantis. OO-OO. A manifestation of pure liquid light. Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl in a circle. The sinks overflow. All the windows are enclosed and the ape on my shoulder’s overdosed. He rattles a can for some change then he rolls around, over in pain and wraps his legs around my ankles. I try to complain… All I want is a coffee and GET OFF THIS TRAIN! OO-OO.

Crushed Velvet

Through your eyes I saw the red sun burst and slowly melt into the Dead Sea… Through your eyes I watched your hand expand, and crush a dozen trees, like they were dead leaves. Through your ears I heard the mountain laugh, the banshee cry, the statue of Mohammed roll a dice to plastic Buddah, screaming “Christ! Another six – I guess it’s time to pack my things and head back slowly to Nirvana. Through your senses I kissed dying time. So it goes we stand alone by standing stones and turn them into circles.