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Remember Me This Way

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1996
US CDEP Soleilmoon SOL31

date unknown
MP3 available on Itunes

  1. Remember Me This Way (full length version) – [MP3]
  2. Beautiful Machine – [MP3]
  3. Anastasia – [MP3]
  4. Day Zero – [MP3]
  5. Damien (remix) – [MP3]

 

Credits

  • Martijn de Kleer – Guitars, drums
  • Ryan Moore – Bass, drums, percussion
  • The Silver Man – keyboards
  • Edward Ka-Spel – Vox, keyboards
  • Raymond Steeg – Sound tools
  • Niels van Hoornblower – horns

Notes

Tracks 1, 4 and 5 mixed by Raymond and Martijn, and the remainder by Ryan and Edward.

Lyrics

Remember Me This Way (full length version)
(Lyrics appear under From Here You’ll Watch the World Go By.)

Beautiful Machine

Our beautiful machine cuts corners, breaks the mold. It knows no borders, knows its place. It follows orders to the bottom line. Ecological, no CFC’s, no waste – there’s no pollution. You could eat it from the floor. It gives solutions, never lies. It fills the room with pornographic, ultraviolet, looming aphrodisiac. We live for pleasure – on our backs, go back into the room… Our beautiful machine beats nature, cleans her up, knows how to tame her. Finally we have a saviour, proudly smelling good. Evening’s just a step away… Evening’s just a snip away…

Anastasia

Limping Anastasia waits patient in the yard. For just one hint of recognition, two strong arms. And a ticket to America where everything is better. She can hide behide a curtain, write letters. Perhaps a handsome senator will take her by the glove, he’ll face the people helpless – they will fall in love. Oh, they’ll shower her with sympathy, they’ll give her all their money. She will fly back home again with a private army. The bombs will decimate those towers, I’ll be on my knees. I’ll plead for her exquisite mercy, I’ll lick her high heels clean. And I will sell my Judas friends for ten years in a hole. I will sell my family, I shall sell my soul. But remember her dark intentions: I’ll just roll her chain. I’ll slip a penny for the tram fare, I’ll tell the driver, “Don’t stop ’til Spain.”

Day Zero

The king will see no visitors this evening. He’s resting in his bath. And he’s restless for the screening of his favorite soap – this episode is crucial. The king just needs to cry. Far away, the peasants are revolting, the generals have been choked with knotted flags. I hear they’re hanging from the balustrades. From mile-high-rises, microwaves are dropped. Drive-bys, dodge them all, to swarm into the hungry mob, to desecrate them, defecate them, no one’s leading on. They keep pitching forwards, this way, that way, anyway. And I heard the airport’s overflowing, and the borders have been closed. We are censoring this message, though we’re sure that no one knows: No one cares! The king is looking rather disappointed. He’s staring at the screen, and he’s swearing, ‘cos he’s seen someone died. The funeral is live.

Damien (remix)
(Lyrics appear under From Here You’ll Watch the World Go By.)

 

 

Sterre

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1997
PL CDEP/CS SPV 150133

  1. Sterre – [MP3]
  2. Spike (psychomix) – [MP3]
  3. The Elefant’s Graveyard – [MP3]
  4. Sterre (instrumental) – [MP3]

 

Credits

Edward Ka-Spel – Voice, Keyboards
The Silver Man – Keyboards, Electronics
Edwin von Trippenhof – guitar, occasional bass
Ryan Moore – drums, occasional bass
Niels van Hoornblower – horns, flute
Frank Verschuuren – live sound

Chemical Playschool 10

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1997
US CD Soleilmoon SOL57

12 December 2012
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Scarlet Wish – [MP3]
  2. Inside – [MP3]
  3. Colour Wheel – [MP3]
  4. The Disaster Area – [MP3]
  5. Nouveaux Modes Exotiques – [MP3]
  6. Glasshouse – [MP3]
  7. The Man With The Cut-Glass Heart – [MP3]
  8. Little Romeo – [MP3]
  9. Kleine Juliet – [MP3]
  10. Saucers #1 – [MP3]
  11. Premonition 19 – [MP3]
  12. Wonderdome – [MP3]

Credits

  • Qa’Sepel – vox, keyboards, drones, tapes
  • Silverman – keyboards
  • Niels van Hoornblower – horns, flute, electric horns
  • Ryan Moore – acoustic & electric guitar, bass, drums, theremin
  • Edwin von Trippenhof – electric guitar, squeltch bass
  • Frank Verschuuren – sound devices
  • Nienke – lady voice
  • Calyxx – little voice

Notes

A special collection of new and unreleased material (recorded between 1992 and 1997) which was created especially for sale at shows on the LPD 1997 North American tour. After the tour, it was put into general release as an edition of 2000.
The cover for this release was designed using artwork submitted by LPD fans from all over the world.
“Glasshouse” is split into two separate tracks on the CD.

On the remastered version on Bandcamp, Little Romeo /Kleine Juliet are combined on one track.

Notes from Bandcamp:
CHEMICAL PLAYSCHOOL 10 .1997.
When the Legendary Pink Dots first showed their faces way back in 1980 2 cassette releases were prepared. There was “Only Dreaming” which had a number of songs you could hum along with together with a few seriously “out-there” moments, and there was “Chemical Playschool” which was so out there , extra-terrestials phoned and complained about a lack of space.

Most of that second cassette emerged on the 3 hour special “Chemical Playschool 1 & 2” but it planted the idea that here was a platform to really allow the Dots to let their hair down.
We’re about to hit Volume 15 and we’re still enjoying these strange journeys.

Number 10 was special .It collected many unfinished wig-outs from the “9 Lives ” and “Shadow Weaver” sessions and combined them with homeless Ka-Spellian songs .The wig-outs were “finished ” by EK , who created the voyage which is about as psychedelic as the Dots can get.
Remastering is quite subtle here as the original master sounded very decent.
The magnificent artwork was provided by Yol.

Can this be the escape hatch from the Hallway? 
There she is, as beautiful as the first day I saw her.

Press Release

The creatures who live in the Chemical Playschool are delighted to reveal this, the 10th episode, in their particular soap opera.

The journey began back in 1981 while The Legendary Pink Dots were rehearsing in a small, dingy room in a squalled house in London.

Unbeknown to the fumbling but enthusiastic few-piece band, their neighbor- -who will be referred to here as Dr. Bliss–was experimenting with snails, Molazien 55971, the fetus of the extremely rare Moldavien tree slug and a liter of Diet Coke. His diabolical plan was to make the slug whistle God Save the Queen while simultaneously blowing indestructible soap bubbles.

However the experiment was proving to be a dull failure until the Silverman produced an irritating blurping sound on his synthesizer in the next room. The test tubes shattered. Formless, blobby “things” slurped across the doctor’s room, slipped under the door, into the Pink Dots’ rehearsal space and into the ears of the unsuspecting musical combo.

The Dots immediately ceased practicing their not-so-daring cover version of Abba’s Dancing Queen and proceeded to make strange noises for the next three hours. The result was Chemical Playschool 1 and 2–a three hour cassette-only extravaganza.

Having pledged to release everything they recorded; The Dot’s made 25 copies double hope and duly forgot about it.

For the next two years The Dots continued with amiable, hummable pop-music until in 1983, the creatures of Chemical Playschool awoke once more.

Blame it on the margaritas. Celebrating the release of their second album Curse, The Pink Dots went to their favorite Mexican restaurant. A pleasant social evening turned sinister as Edward Ka-Spel downed his fourth margarita and began howling like a werewolf. The other Dots simply couldn’t catch him as he darted out of the restaurant, and answered no phone calls or knocks on the door for three weeks. The result was Chemical Playschool 3 and 4–so far only on cassette.

Let’s say it’s twisted.

And so the story continued occasional possession, disturbing results. Nobody would release volumes 5, 6, or 7 on the grounds of public safety.

Now we’re at number 10. Soleilmoon took a chance with this one. Hadn’t they heard about “The Invasion of the Body Snatchers?” They want our minds, goddamn it… The people must be warned.

MARVAZHLINYE QASA

Lyrics

Scarlet Wish

To be as light as poppy seeds
free-falling on a gentle breeze.
Descend upon the devil’s ground
and bring the lost souls to their knees.
As deserts bloom, despair retreats,
and faith returns in crimson wreathes,
plucked from the garden that is me
expanding.

Faith returns in crimson wreathes,
locked from the garden that is me.
I shall land on where I’ll please,
and where I go you’ll know I’ve been.
Red ribbons around your feet and you’ll
believe again, believe again…
There’s so much left to live for.

Where I go you’ll know i’ve been,
red ribbons around your feet and you’ll
believe again, believe again,
there’s so much left to live for.
Believe again, believe again,
there’s so much left to live for
so much left to live for.

to be (x8)

Inside

Abandoned on my cross around the corner from the corner of your eye,
don’t be surprised if I should slowly cross the line and slowly glide
you through the border that you claimed was never ever there.
A place you never wished to share.

inside
inside

Ankles crossed like fair Victoria for the glory of the empire,
kneels examining the floor
Retreats on cushions, leaves you staring at a mirror that’s all cracks
and curves on all sides.

inside
inside

There’s no hiding in this palace of your soul.
It stretches far beyond the walls that you created,
but it’s smaller than the hole which you lie in now.
If you could find the courage just to dig a little deeper.

inside
inside
inside
inside

(whispering: “over here” “deeper”)
(whispering: “over here” “deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper…”)

inside
inside

Colour Wheel

Don’t cry for me, my sweet sweet friend.
Don’t cry for me, my lover.
My silence is no cause for tears.
I’m looking at the colours.

There’s red and green, and ocean blue.
There’s violet, brown, and roses.
There’s white tornadoes in this room,
and everything is mellow.

I can sing a rainbow.
And maybe… you too.

There’s red and green, and ocean blue.
There’s violets, brown(?), and roses too.
There’s white tornadoes in this room,
and everything’s so mellow.

The Disaster Area (instrumental)

Nouveaux Modes Exotiques (instrumental)

Glasshouse (CD tracks 6 and 7)

Ten years in the glasshouse.
And we’re busy counting bruises, and watch the stones go cruising by.
They’re just whizzing past our heads, and we’re still standing here,
tied on a thread, stretched beyond our limits. Beyond my limit.

And I’d surely love to reach out and touch you, but it’s suicide.
And now I’m watching your reflection, cos I can’t look in your eyes.
And I’m burning. Just burning up on the inside.

It’s so very very cold here. So very very cold here.
And I doubt if things will ever change.

The Man with the Cut-Glass Heart

My mesmerizing hands go swimming in the boiling water.
I wish I could control them, but they’re instruments of torture.
And when I touch you there, I know it cuts you like a knife.
But I am far away, my dear. But you’ll survive.

My hypnotizing eyes go searching in the secret places.
I try my best to look away. They find the spaces
where you hide out when you’re petrified.
But I am far away, my love. But you’ll survive.

My uncertain cripple soul goes floating in the wrong direction.
I wish I could command it to stand proudly to attention.
But it bounces and it flails, and there seems no reason why.
Cos I am far away, my dear. But I’ll survive.

It bounces and it flails, and I see no reason why.
I am far away, my love, but I’ll survive.

It bounces and I flail, and there seems no reason why.
Cos I am far away, my dear, but we’ll survive.

Little Romeo

[I had trouble with this one. Someone help me out.]

A crack in time. We’re two like flies. Any shape, any size.
They dance down my eyes. And they spin. And they spun a web
from the east to the west from my place to your place.
The west is the best.

Swallow up our sin. Clean again.
We blame not this(?). We carry it away.
You may be a parasite, but I love you. I love you.
Did you hear me? I said, I love you.

Kleine Juliet (instrumental)

Saucers #1

The saucers are coming. Get under the table. Hide yourself in the cellar.
Take as much food and water with you as you can. We do not have everything
under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

The saucers are coming. Thousands of them. There is no moon tonight,
but the sky is silver. Lock your doors. Turn off all the lights. Turn
off your radios, turn off your TVs, pull the curtains. We do not have
everything under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

The saucers are coming. We do not know if their intentions are friendly
but we are preparing for the worst possible scenario. We are attempting
communication but there has been no response. We do not have everything
under control. I repeat, we do not have everything under control.

Stay inside. Keep out of sight. Don’t even whisper. The saucers are coming.
Make no sound at all. Switch me off, now! This is a taped message. Switch
me off, now! The saucers are coming, and we do not have everything under
control! We do not have everything under control!

(backwards vocals?)

Premonition 19 (instrumental)

Wonderdome (2:30, followed by 3:25 of silence)

Here it’s summer every day. Sitting cozy beneath this wonderdome.
I was caught, naked, in the crazy foam, and they asked for my ID.
I showed them a birthmark. Here we’re babies until we’re 88. It’s
guaranteed. No misdemeanors, no terminal disease. And everybody’s
smiling, we’ve got everything we need. And the tannoy shouts its
message daily. “Be happy! Stay alive! You have no need to wonder
what’s outside your door. Keep in there, kid.”

Untitled (starts at 5:57 into track 13)

…new good one. I showed them crisp packets. You got to
take added cartoon (?)… not these (?)

Don’t throw your crisp packet at me, you alien bastard!
Don’t you dare throw your crisp packet at me!
I don’t like your alien crisps, you foul fiend of hell.

Transcribed by Alan Jaffray and others from cloud-zero

 

 

Under Triple Moons

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1997
US CD Roir RUS8231

Date unknown
MP3 available through Roir’s Bandcamp

  1. As If – [MP3]
  2. Splash – [MP3]
  3. Submerged – [MP3]
  4. Amphitheatre – [MP3]
  5. Digital – [MP3]
  6. Dying For The Emperor – [MP3]
  7. Oceans Of Emotion – [MP3]
  8. Small Anthem – [MP3]
  9. Intruder – [MP3]
  10. Premonition 2 – [MP3]
  11. Frosty – [MP3]
  12. One For The Pearl Moon – [MP3]
  13. The Whore Of Babylon – [MP3]
  14. The War Of Silence – [MP3]
  15. Garlands – [MP3]
  16. A Lust For Powder (Version Apocalypse) – [MP3]
  17. Punishment – [MP3]
  18. Down From The Country – [MP3]
  19. Premonition 1 – [MP3]

 

Credits

Notes

An anthology release featuring most of the PREMONITION cassette release plus tracks from TRAUMSTADT 2, KLEINE KRIEG and CHEMICAL PLAYSCHOOL 1+2.
All tracks recorded in London at Chez Dots between 1980 and 1984. All tracks are exclusive to this CD. All tracks previously released on private edition cassette-only.
From the liner notes:
All pieces recorded between the years 1980-1984, and are exclusive to this CD.
Tracks 1-10 and 19 hail from the cassette-only release, “Premonition” (1982)
Track 11 was culled from double-cassette release, “Chemical Playschool 1/2” (1981)
Tracks 12 and 18 are from cassette-only release, “Kleine Krieg” (1981) *
Tracks 13 – 17 hail from cassette-only release, “Traumstadt 2” (1988)
Note that all pieces were recorded on primitive equipment at Chez Dots when it was based in London. Do not expect digital bliss, sensurround; however, brain damage is guaranteed.
SING WHILE YOU MAY
LAZHTOVET PRIMZHKAYA…!* Track 18 is actually the version from “Traumstadt #5“, and is itself an edited version of that found on “Kleine Krieg“.

Press Release

Formed in 1980 in the UK, and shortly thereafter transplanted to Amsterdam, The Legendary Pink Dots are more together today than ever before. Constantly touring for 16 years on the Continent and USA, they have produced 18 records on labels such as Play It Again Sam, Wax Trax, Staalplaat, Caroline, and recently, on Soleilmoon USA. Their leader, Edward Ka-Spel, a frequent collaborator with Skinny Puppy, has released 4 albums of his own material and with Tear Garden (members of Skinny Puppy) on Nettwerk Capitol USA.

Legions of fanatic fans virtually assure a sellout crowd for the band’s gigs. Their unusual mixture of electronic psychedelic whimsy and Alice In Wonderland playful, lush textural madness have kept them constantly on the top of the underground cult musical scene – always a top player but never a commercial winner.

“Under Triple Moons” compiles their very earliest privately recorded tape-only for fans-only cassette tape recordings, commercially released for the very first time! Tracks were selected by Edward Ka-Spel, the band’s enigmatic leader and vocalist.

LAZHTOVET PRIMZHKAYA…!

Lyrics

As If 
(Instrumental)

Splash

Whisky knees and wine gums, real ones. Brandy on my mind, in my blood, in my liver, like a river. Walking under water, short of breath. My speech is sort of slurred, it’s a blur. Much too late for turning back now. I’m drowning, I’m drowning. Clowning with my friends in the station. Party’s on the patio with patronizing friends who pat me on the back, say “Have another, you’ll recover.” Cover up the cracks, blacking out, keep on grinning, spinning. I know I’ll never win this bite. I’m drowning, drowning. Clowning with my friends in the station, in the gutter. Stinking rich and sinking pictures full of Slivowitz. It gives me fits and makes me spit in pits of poison. It annoys them, it destroys them. But they let me keep on drowning, drowning. Clowning with my friends in the station, in the gutter. I’m drowning.

Submerged 
(Instrumental, with unintelligible vocoder)

Amphitheatre

Found a hand in the sand, where they covered up the remnants. Not enough to show the Joneses, but should look good on our wall. Not too clean, nicotine. Really never saw a nail file; still two others tried to claim it, but I just swept past them all. And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre. Hear them sing, feel them swing: aren’t you trembling with excitement? Can’t stop my pulse from racing when I’m faced with scenes like this. Caesar lives, the Empire lives, must be twenty fires burning. If the guard would loose the lions, I would surely die in bliss. And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre. Do you like my cross, as it sparkles in the white light? Cut in solid silver, swinging round my neck. Thousands died on them, millions died for one. Impressive as ……?…… But we can’t sling a stake around your neck. No, you can’t sling a stake around your neck. Standing here, sipping beer: aren’t we being rather tasteless? I’m ravenous with hunger. Can’t we simply sneak back home? Harmless fools, gaping ghouls, and they’ve never seen a car crash. It’s raining and it’s raining, not a freak’s night out in Rome. And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre. Gazing down at the ground, where the flies move around my carcass. Said you had to be a martyr to raise interest from a crowd. But I can fly, I can fly, if I could just see their faces. As I glide between the planets, playing I-Spy from a cloud. And the rain beats down on the amphitheatre.

Digital

I did it all the hours that God grants me. I test myself, I test my friends, it never ends. I bend their minds, I mind the bends. They take it all, don’t mind at all. They’re digital. They’re digital. They did it all the hours that God grants them. They test themselves, they test their friends, it never ends. They bend my mind, they mind the bends. I take it all, don’t mind at all. I’m digital.

Dying for the Emperor
(with help from The Red Ninja)

Finger on the button, perspiration on the forehead, splashing puddles on the keyboard. Jerking sideways, upwards, downwards: blisters. Spiders sing a tune, you do. You can’t destroy the aliens, can’t destroy the aliens. It’s painful when you’re doing well, but we keep coming back. But still he tries as missiles fly. His lady keeps complaining about the lack of conversation. Session’s lasted for a day now. But he won’t give up the fight. You gotta destroy those aliens, gotta destroy the aliens. It’s painful when he’s doing well but they keep coming back. Impatiently they brought him food and forced it down his throat, till he was choking, dribbled gravy, swiveled crazy, spacey glimmer in his eyes. Likes to splatter all the aliens, flatten all the aliens. It’s painful when he’s doing well yet still they creep on back. Creeping back for more. Still he won’t give up, though senators slap him on the back and snap him with their instamatic, automatic, jerkomatic. He’s fanatical but ice-cool as he cannons down his aliens, gotta destroy the aliens. It’s painful when he’s doing well but still they keep on coming back. His score’s just topped a million, he’s killing them. A winner, though he’s getting so much thinner, and beginning to see stars. Starts to mutter, eyelids flutter, on the point of passing out. You gotta destroy the aliens, gotta destroy the aliens. It’s painful when he’s doing well but still they keep on creeping back. The nation sighed, his mother cried: he just expired, still firing, firing high and wide. He tried to beat them till the end. Tried to beat the aliens, tried to beat the aliens. He failed, a failure. A failure.

Oceans of Emotions

Searching in my drawer, I had to find a photograph of you. Were you really quite like I remember? Cold Decembers on a pier, a can of beer between us. We were dreaming on the railing of sailing on our own into the sunset: an orange one with palm trees, dolphins bouncing round the boat. We’d live on coconuts, I’d build a hut in wood and grass. Strong enough to last us through the storm, keep us warm. Why did our dream have to die? Tell me why. You were out there with me. You felt the breeze past through your hair, held a seashell to your ear, fearless, flying higher in a world built just for us. No visitors, nothing there to hurt us. So why did you run away? No explanation, no communication, not a word. Just a square inch in the paper said you took your life – what a waste. Weren’t you just a little hasty? God, what a pitiful waste. Why did our dream have to die? I don’t know why. You could have picked a graceful method: died like Cleopatra, where no scars remain. A tube train just does nothing for your figure. My disfigured princess! Do you watch me through the night? Are you watching now? Well, I’d like to join you, but I haven’t got the courage. But my dream lives on, will never die, never die. On and on forever.

Sacred Anthem
(Instrumental)

Intruder

It’s incorrect, defective, ejected. Leave it with the garbage in the garage. Will you get it out of here? ‘Cos it does me in, it’s sinful, it stinks, inhuman. Incinerate, exterminate, take it, hide it. It offends me with its grin. That evil grin, it scares me: staring, glaring, I swear its laughing — so darkly. It’s dirty, a dud, a dreg, a dreadful mess like that can’t be for real. (Unreal, a box of fitting labels?) Start a crossword with a single clue. But will you save me the trouble: go flush the thing away!

Premonition 2
(Instrumental)

Frosty

He always looked behind him, scared somebody would jump him. Put him on the ground so he’d come around to the sound of people laughing. ‘Cos the whole world loved to mock him. Sun and moon both pointed at him. Kids would crick their necks to get a better view. Well, it really did his mind in, and we wanted to protect him. So we placed his face in a smash-proof case and placed it in the fridge. They giggled in the corners, whispered lies across the borders. They derided him and chided him ’til he carried out their orders. So he dashed into the limelight, played at Hamlet for a fortnight. Waved his arms and screamed demands for some respect. But they just could not excuse him, it was really too amusing. So he packed his sack and scrambled back to safety in the fridge. And I swear I saw his spirit skim the sky with nothing near it. Piled armour-plated roller skates, white feather train to steer it. Scared somebody would look up, gesticulate and throw up. Send him flitting, flitting scarred behind a cloud. But for him, there’s no escaping, no hole big enough to hide in. Best just to stay nicely out the way in safety in the fridge. In the village bells were tolling, in the town the dogs were howling. It was Armageddon, tanks crashed head-on, planet Earth was drowning. Then the Devil sent a shower, Europe died in half an hour. And a demon wind just finished off the rest. But our friend, he took a teabreak, idly munching on a fish-cake. Quite oblivious and ignorant but cozy in the fridge. It’s so cold there, in the fridge. It’s so icy, frosty.

One for the Pearl Moon

I stood here when this city was a cave. Face contorted, angry eyes aflame, spitting vows I couldn’t keep. I’m one for the pearl moon. One for the pearly moon in the sky. I knelt here, caged and weeping in the wind. Cried aloud for those who died for me. Whispered prayers for those who lived. One for the pearl moon. Prayers for the pearl moon. I slept here, as the grass grew around my head. Undisturbed though pilgrims called my name. Unimpressed by children’s cries. They cried for the pearl moon! Cried for the pearly moon in the sky. I rose here, stirred by rituals in the night. Stars and circles scratched out in the dust. Double lines and cups of blood – there’s blood for the pearl moon. I will leave here. I’ll waste your cities, I’ll smash your walls. Got no mercy, though you beg me to stop, ‘cos I’ve wasted much too long.

The Whore of Babylon

Mirror tiles, a mirrored ceiling. She preens, adjusts her hair. She pouts, a wink. The perfume stinks, it’s lovely, like fresh air. Saints are queuing at the door: their haloes on a chain. They’re always after more and more. The whore of Babylon: she turns nobody away. Nobody away. They pay, they play, the …?… fly. It’s never straight – it’s on the floor, it’s in the kitchen. No-one’s ever bored, ‘cos the whore of Babylon knows how to make a man feel like a man. Can you?

The War of Silence

Something wrong? Now tell me what you’re hiding. Deep inside you’re boiling, you’re ready to explode. Let’s avoid it, now fight it, tell me please. Don’t scorch me with a look, or torch me in your mind. I see the signs, ask what’s the problem. You say nothing – meaning everything. That’s my problem: every glance is accusation, every breath a condemnation, isolation, paranoia. Sure I can feel it: three simple words. The war of silence.

Garlands
(Instrumental)

A Lust for Powder

Astrid. Astrid, do you think they know? Spy behind the curtains – see me now! I’m certain that they’ve seen it all. All the ammunition … watched you planting posters on the wall. They hear us on the phone you know. We’re not alone. We’re not alone. We can give them all a show when we make love. The tape is running, guns are trained – I wonder when they’ll fire? I’m losing hope, I’m feeling scared. You feel it too? I’m sure you do! Let’s ignore them – powder our noses. Powder our throats. Today I’ve got a lust for powder – a tower of powder. (If they shoot me now, I couldn’t give a fuck…)

Punishment

Shakespeare’s in his cot; he’s rather old, but he sucks his thumb and fumbles with a lump of sugar. (He needs a diet.) And Hamlet grins and force-feeds him with tins and tins of cold rice pudding; it dribbles down his chin. And Shakespeare’s feeling sick. And Hamlet sticks his gums together. He wants revenge, like all the others. They’re queuing for a punch, queuing for a slap, and Shakespeare’s on his back. He takes it all. He takes it all.

Down from the Country

Down from the country, oh he had such plans – about making some money, about living, being a man. Packed his belongings in a battered old case. Yes that look of fulfillment, well it stretched across his face. Thought about his new life, maybe he’d find himself a girl; share a flat and a mattress. Sure, they’d build that Brave New World. Take a job in an office, start low but proud. He could work all the hours – hours the clock would allow. And he’d reach new horizons, put some money away. Buy a house in the suburbs, maybe have a son on the way. Yes, down in the country: schemes and dreams stretch high, no limitations, they train you right. You take the whole world on a whim. Down in the station with his foot on his case, well he met some new friends, said they’d show him round the place. And they bought him a burger, and they showed him the sights. And he played Space Invaders. Oh he got stoned by the light. Then down to the nightclubs, bought him all of his drinks. And the sweet-smelling ladies, well, they’re looking just at him. Had a glass too many, had nowhere to go. And he tripped on a table, they said: “Time we walked you home.” And they each took a shoulder, brought a grin to his face. Gentle limp through the doorway, gently lifted up his case. Short-cut through the alley, stopped a while for a rest. Fingers rifled his pockets … but no success. And they spread his belongings in the dirt and the rain, and of course they found nothing, as he feebly tried to explain. Now down in the country, sort things out with your fists. And he never had a prayer as the switchblade cut his wrists, his chest, his arms. And the neon gods took him, and they showed him the ropes. Now he hops down the alley – a city ghost.

Premonition 1

(Has “City Ghosts” lyrics throughout background)

Transcribed by Nancy Thuleen

Live ’89

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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1997

NL CD-R Terminal Kaleidoscope TEKA03

  1. Intro
  2. Casting The Runes
  3. Maniac
  4. Black Zone
  5. The Talent Contest
  6. 8 Minutes To Live
  7. Blacklist
  8. Princess Coldheart
  9. Pleasure Palace
  10. Der Schrei
  11. I Dream Of Jeannie

23 February 2014
NL Enhanced MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Intro / Casting The Runes / Maniac
  2. Black Zone / The Talent Contest / 8 Minutes To Live
  3. Blacklist
  4. Princess Coldheart / Pleasure Palace
  5. Der Schrei
  6. I Dream Of Jeannie

Credits

Notes

Recorded at Kling-Klang in Wilhelmshaven.
Unlimited release available only via mail order directly from the Dots or from Beta-Lactam Ring Records, with copies burned as needed.
The track markings on the disc don’t match with the songs themselves, and vary from copy to copy.
Bootleg copies exist and can be identified by the fact that they have a disc label (the official copies have no label) and covers printed on an inkjet printer (official copies have laser copied covers). In addition, some bootleg copies of this and the LIVE ’85-’88 disc are mislabelled as each other.

From Bandcamp:
1989 was a testing year. The unexpected departure of four band members in the Spring of the year before asked a lot of those left behind. Living in a caravan didn’t help either, but Niels Van Hoorn really was a saviour when a few shows were planned at the end of ’88.

Quite simply he stepped in with his armoury of saxophones and stayed there for the next two decades. It was a seismic change for the Dots (and for Niels ) and in fairness those first shows were shaky..

“Live ’89” has all of this uncertainty on show. To my critical ears it sounds like we were maybe even trying TOO hard. However, as will be noted in a forthcoming “Live ’89 Part 2” release, this uncertainty gave way to an often beautiful freedom when Bob Pistoor joined the band.

The recordings for Live ’89 originated from a German tour, with the wonderful Kling Klang club in Wilhelmshaven being well represented.There is even LPDs’ only song with German text included as part of this set- “Der Schrei”, a collaborative lyrical composition from EK and Elke.

The original “Live ’89” was one of the first three home-made CDR releases from the Dots. They were burned on a prohibitively expensive standalone Marantz cd burner, and the intention was to pay back the cost of the big metal monster inside five years….we just about managed, but technology had advanced somewhat by the time we reached our target.

 

Live ’85 – ’88

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1997

NL CD-R Terminal Kaleidoscope TEKA02

  1. Regression
  2. True Love
  3. A Strychnine Kiss
  4. Neon Mariners
  5. A Lust For Powder
  6. MMMMMMMMMMMMM
  7. The Gallery
  8. Curious Guy
  9. I’m The Way, The Truth, The Light
  10. Neon Gladiators
  11. Mezhanyne (extract)

Credits

Notes

Compilation of live tracks taken from various performances.
Unlimited release available only via mail order directly from the Dots or from Beta-Lactam Ring Records, with copies burned as needed.
The track markings on the disc don’t match with the songs themselves, and vary from copy to copy.
Bootleg copies exist and can be identified by the fact that they have a disc label (the official copies have no label) and covers printed on an inkjet printer (official copies have laser copied covers). In addition, some bootleg copies of this and the LIVE ’89 disc are mislabelled as each other.