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Ancient Daze

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1997
NL CD-R Terminal Kaleidoscope TEKA01

2007
US CD Beta-Lactam Ring MT120a (alternate cover image)

  1. Violence – [MD01]
  2. Thursday Night Fever – [MD01]
  3. O(ri)fice – [MD01]
  4. The Chemical Playschool – [MD01]
  5. Voices – [MD01]
  6. Break Day – [MD01]
  7. Only Dreaming – [MD01]
  8. It Rots Your Liver – [MD01]
  9. Black Highway – [MD01]
  10. Phallus Dei – [MD01]
  11. Game – [MD01]
  12. Guess The Politician – [MD01]
  13. Dolls’ House – [MD02-03]
  14. Louder After 6 – [MD02-03]
  15. Spaced Out
  16. Amphitheatre – [MD02-03]

 

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Cover Image2007
US LPx2 Beta-Lactam Ring MT120b

side a

  1. Violence – [MD01]
  2. Thursday Night Fever – [MD01]
  3. O(ri)fice – [MD01]
  4. The Chemical Playschool – [MD01]
  5. Voices – [MD01]

side b

  1. Break Day – [MD01]
  2. Only Dreaming – [MD01]
  3. It Rots Your Liver – [MD01]
  4. Black Highway – [MD01]
  5. Phallus Dei – [MD01]
  6. Game – [MD01]
  7. Guess The Politician – [MD01]

side c

  1. Dolls’ House – [MD02-03]
  2. Louder After 6 – [MD02-03]
  3. Spaced Out

side d

  1. Amphitheatre – [MD02-03]
  2. Candlelight Or Fullbeam
  3. West Side Story (Forgotten Version)
  4. Odd

 

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06 June 2013
NL MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Violence 06:04
  2. Thursday Night Fever 04:46
  3. O(ri)fice 02:36
  4. Voices 03:29
  5. The Chemical Playschool 02:57
  6. Break Day 03:04
  7. Only Dreaming 01:16
  8. It Rots Your Liver 03:11
  9. Black Highway 04:33
  10. Game 00:48
  11. Phallus Dei 03:14
  12. Guess The Politician 03:38
  13. Louder After 6 04:21
  14. Dolls’ House 06:55
  15. Spaced Out 04:27
  16. Candlelight Or Fullbeam? 02:10
  17. Odd 06:16
  18. West Side Story (The Forgotten Version) 06:00
  19. Amphitheatre 05:00

Credits

Rolls Anotherone – bass
Rik Chevrolet – guitar
April Iliffe – vocals, piano
Edward Ka-Spel – vocals, keyboards
Phil Harmonix – synthesizer
Mick Marshall
Raymond Steeg – vinyl mastering (2007)
Doug Krebs – sound restoration (2007)

Notes

2007 edition LP: Edition of 200 hand-numbered copies in a hand printed gatefold sleeve and 220 gram vinyl.  This edition is remastered and some of the tracks have been edited. Indexing problems with the original version have been corrected.

Tracks 1-12 taken from the cassette album “Only Dreaming” released in 1981.
Tracks 13, 14 and 16 taken from the double cassette album Chemical Playschool 1+2 released in 1981.
Track 15 previously unreleased until the 1997 CDR edition of Ancient Daze.
Tracks 17-19 are previously unreleased.

Description

A collection of some of the earliest material recorded by the Legendary Pink Dots including three unreleased tracks. In 1980, the formation of The Legendary Pink Dots with Phil Knight & Edward Ka-Spel (together they have been the only immutable core of the band throughout its many lineup shifts) burst onto the British underground scene with a handful of private cassette releases appearing in their first couple years. Even early on it was clear that LPD’s electro-psychedelia, though in step with the zeitgeist of the era, was never fully in phase with any given trend or genre.  EKS’ spare, somewhat mournful vocal delivery, paired with surreal, poignant lyrics, rich with imagery, driven home by a band that frequently sounded like acid on mushrooms, made LPD a truly acquired taste.

 

Stained Glass Soma Fountains

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

July 7, 1997
US CDx2 Soleilmoon SOL46

disc a

  1. A Pale Green Introduction – Love On A Pale Green Postage Stamp
  2. Premonition 12
  3. MMMMMMMMMMMM… (First Version)
  4. The Lifesucker
  5. The Divorce
  6. Jungle (First Version)
  7. The Haunted Supermarket
  8. No Bell No Prize
  9. Plague 2
  10. Find The Lady
  11. Judith A Hum – Praum Naizh – A Pale Green Sequel
  12. Suicide Pact

disc b

  1. Waiting For The Call – You ‘n’ Me
  2. April’s Song
  3. Frosty
  4. Defeated
  5. A Message From Our Sponsor (First Version)
  6. Ice Baby Cometh
  7. Hanging Gardens (Flowmotion Version)
  8. Jack – Thursday Night Fever #1 – Die With Your Eyes On – Opus Dei
  9. Premonition 18 (Part One)
  10. Premonition 18 (Part Two)

Credits

Notes

A collection of tracks from early cassette releases, compilation appearances, and other material.
These tracks were originally planned to be included on the Soleilmoon CD editions of the first four albums but had to be left off for “contractual reasons.”
A1 is from a compilation which will remain nameless
A2 is from the compilationQED
B2 is the oldest surviving recording of The Legendary Pink Dots. The band was still named “One Day…” at the time. The name change occured one month later
B7 is from the compilation Flowmotion
the rest is unreleased

Statement

In a hollow stone beneath a mossy log, somewhere in a deep green forest far far away, dwells a race of tiny people who call themselves “the ancient ones.” Their history goes back so far that not one of them remembers exactly where they originally came from, or how they arrived here. It’s safe to say that they’ve been around longer than us “tall folk”. Their best friends are mushrooms, and they claim to know who built the pyramids in Egypt, but they’re not telling anyone. Not yet anyway.

The Legendary Pink Dots found these small apparitions one summer day when their bus overheated and broke down at the edge of that far away forest. It was a happy accident that led them to meet each other, for the “ancient folk” were in search of a new source of peppermint, from which they liked to brew their favorite drink. The Legendary Pink Dots happened to be carrying several bags of peppermint tea, the delicious aroma of which could be smelled by the little people, even though they were on the other side of the mountain. Flying on the backs of dragonflies they went directly to shiny pink bus parked by the side of the road, where they found the Dots practicing their music and waiting for the motor to cool down. They introduced themselves.

Within moments The Legendary Pink Dots had overcome their shock at meeting such strange folk, and soon a deal was struck to exchange a modest amount of peppermint tea for a magical spell that would give whosoever learned it the ability to write the most beautiful songs ever heard in the world. The power of this spell was such that the songs composed by The Legendary Pink Dots after this encounter travelled to every corner of the planet, inspiring mass outbreaks of vegetarianism and other gestures of love and optimism.

This collection of songs brings together tracks from numerous rare cassettes, compilations and unreleased recordings, including the oldest surviving recording of the LPDs, made when the band was still called One Day. It should very much be considered a companion to Under Triple Moons, released recently by ROIR. Both CDs present the band’s earliest works, many of which have been impossible to obtain until now.

Lyrics

A Pale Green Introduction/Love On A Pale Green Postage Stamp

The lights went down in Lemon Town and the peeler shed her snake. I dived inside her birthday cake, then watched them diving blind though exits leading nowhere. Yes, we caught their screams on tape. I watched as they fell into the abyss… (if God had meant us to sin, he would have given us horns!)

Premonition 12

Little Winston waded across the pond. He stroked his swan, which spat and said “I’ll break your leg. Tread carefully.” He did. He reached for his waterwings, he tried to swim, but he scraped his abdomen and howled. While mummy growled and grabbed a towel. Now now. There there. A tear is worse, a tear will fall, but nothing more. They huddled in the sun. They pointed at an object in the sky which hovered, spraying gentle rain. They fainted. Then they melted. Not a hint of pain, all that remained was just a chair. A pile of clothes. A radio disclosing “One of our satelites is leaking” Stereo “One of our satelites is leaking. Keep inside, keep inside. One of our satelites is leaking!”

MMMmmmm……

Pig sucked on a cigarette and mucked the stable. Draped a cable `round the farmers neck and pulled and called the vet who galloped `round. Pronounced him dead. They laid the table. Turned the spit and baby kitten chewed a finger, lingered on a leg and licked his paws. It’s neat to be a carnivor! Passed the plate with farmer’s head on. Sheepy shook a fist and said he looked like John the Baptist. Piggy did the twist said `Try me – I’m salami’. Threw the garlic salt and waltzed across the floor. They stuck their forks in. They ate him raw. It’s neat to be a carnivor!

The Lifesucker

A talon stretches east, and a claw’s extending west. Spider’s crawling ’round his eyes. Eagle tattooed on his chest, he looks a mess. Skin and bone. Too many nights alone. He’s staring at the phone, it never rings. And he lights candles, red and orange. Calls her name, she ‘s there. He’s there, he’s flying. Swear I heard her wicked laugh. He snapped a photograph. Her fingers clutched around his heart. And squeezing , Teasing triumph in her eyes. What a way to die. Another sucker for the life sucker.

The Divorce

Time slips by in lines, and [parades] are slowing down, the flowing gown. Now thread bare. Locked up in the cupboard with the yellow photographs, she hasn’t seen for years. Mirrors lie. The ring has blackened round her little finger. She’d like to cut it off and float back to the summer when she still believed in love, still believed in love. Still believed in love.

Jungle (First Version)

Parcels for the kids, the parcel bombs were left in bins… They were singing hymns and rattling tins. A hand stretched out and caught him, knocked him through a window. And they were fingering his coat, looking for the price tag. Took his fags. Shook his wallet. Stripped him of his shoes. Left him naked – like a mannequin that’s bleeding. A weeping doll without a string to pull. A shop assistant hauled him to the dump with all the others. Struck a match and up they went! Only brave men make it in the jungle!

The Haunted Supermarket (Instrumental)

No Bell No Prize

transcribed by diogon

Someday we took these silver coin, She pushed them down went spinning round and round, and rattle clean away, she didn’t mind ’cause Sylvie loves to play. Little bells don’t ring. Hold hands and freeze just tease, say it, try again. No change. Takes change in handfuls, pulls the handle the story stayed the same. She kicked and she choked and she had a stroke. They stretchered Sylvie away=2E And down she rolled to Hell was Hell like bells. Two little signs say sold and I’ve locked on hold, but still she plays, yes Sylvie loves to play, she’ll play all day. Play all day. Sylvie loves to play all day, loves to play. Love all day.

Plague 2

Everybody, do the plague, do the funky plague. Bubonic Plague, you call it plague. Rolling in the gutter, riding in the butter. They’re burning down the church, and you’ve got the plague. I see the rivers, the rivers of blood. Rivers running, rivers running. Rivers running, scarlet rivers. The bells are ringing, the bells are ringing. The bells are ringing for me and my girl and she’s got the plague, I’ve got the plague. We’ve all the plague! We’re all gonna die. (Laughter as only Ka-spel can do it…) [conscious cats] Bring out your dead. They’re all in the barrel. The angel streets, the kids are playing, knock down ginger fingers on the helm, they run away. The Under God says go to hell. A yellow cross up on the door, yellow splashes on the floor. A smell of [juice and dinner]. And the (?) isn’t sure. Know the rats are biting, the city’s men are fighting. Cracks collapse the wall away. “Ring a ring of roses, ring a ring of roses. Ring a ring of roses,” sing the ghosts. “A ring a ring of roses a pocket full of posies a tissue, a tissue, all fall down. Ring a ring of roses a pocket full of posies a tissue, a tissue, all fall down. Ring a ring of roses a pocket full of posies, a tissue, a tissue, all fall down.”

Find the Lady

Dominoes and poison darts piled in a cart. Your lucky day! you choose your game, you pick a card, you find the lady, chase the ace. It’s double spades. She’s staring straight at you and you know she knows something you’re not aware of, sees the shadow blocking out the sun. The column in the paper. In memorium. In your name. Sees you sliding in the pit as the preacher spits, as the rats run in the crypt. The congregation getting smaller – crosses stretch for miles. A consecrated camp, the marble zoo and she begs to joins the queue, It’s Judgement Day=2E Anne Boleyn is shouting Boo! (Because a ghost cannot applaud). She throws confetti from the stalls, from the stalls. [reaches] for the bell, helps you slide into hell. Smell of burning tar. The Devil turning cards. It’s Double Spades, crown your Lady. Double spades you crowned your Lady. Alone again. Alone again. Alone again. Find the Lady. Slide the other way.

Judith A Hum/Praum Naizh/ A Pale Green Sequel

(Instrumental)(Besides some strange vocal sounds, the only sentence I can understand in the song is “Don’t leave me” This is otherwise a song full of typical Pink Dottiness).

Suicide Pact

Pick a straw, or spin the bottle. Spin the barrel. Draw. You’re quicker from the hip. And the trigger never sticks. But will you take it further? Taste the metal, squeeze again, complete the bargain. Hold my hand, as cities burn away. And children turn to ash in charcoal gardens… will you pardon my concern? I think I’ll catch the bullet in my teeth, join the circus with the freaks. The bearded ladies, the babies with a dozen heads, the jelly legs and the green albinos. They’re queuing at the door. So many more to choose from since the world went up in flames. Forget the names, we’re only faces in the fire…

Waiting for the call – You ‘n’ Me (September 1980)

Shuffling through the ciggy packs, the broken bottles, plastic bags. Sprinkling crumbs in corners for the vermin. There’s a feast in the old rat-hole tonight. Little lady fair and rats from miles around will come to fight for their rat’s full share. It’s a pity that the party will be ruined by a guest armed with a spray. Spraying murder. Playing plagues. It’s early, I should be in bed. They’re bombing Brixton in my head. But still I slink in silence to the station. A busker in the subway hums a tune apathetically, while showing me the windows in his shoes for some sympathy. The sun turned to a nova as he stroked his beard, swiveled dim blue eyes. Gave him nothing. He sold me knives. You and me alone together, you in suede, me in leather. Laughing on our island blowing bubbles at the world. Free from business complications, sleeping pills, bitching nations, hemorrhoids and constipation. What a thrill! Heaven indeed, sad he’s only dreaming. It’s time that I accepted things the way they really are. You, me, me, your supporting cast of thousands, squash into a chute, we’re sending maydays out for air. If you smashed the other cheek I wouldn’t feel it. Stand on me, stamp on me, stamp out my existence. I’ve got this dread disease, you’d better throw me out of town. Don’t you recognise the eyes of a loser? String me up, cut me down, bury me in concrete. Don’t waste a slab of marble on an alien like me. It might make it that much harder to forget me. You, me, alone together, us in leather, lovely leather. The whole world, dressed in leather, lovely leather. In lovely weather. What a dream. It suits me, does it suit you? Old man tried to make a dash. He’s blind, he just ran out of cash. Inspector smirked and smashed him in the ribcage. Told him “Wait, you’re not going anywhere. You’re in custody. I’m bored, got a headache, couldn’t care about your poverty. How old you are, how poor you are – don’t matter, everybody’s gotta pay. Pay the money. Pay the man.” Deities in uniform spout up from unseen barriers. Fingers tapping “Chopsticks” on their holsters. It’s your time or your money, perhaps your shirt, little lady fair. Slip a hand inside your raincoat, you’re a cert for intensive care. For your local laughing policeman’s only happy when you’re writhing in a heap. Learned our lessons. We keep in line.

April’s Song (August 1980)

Always tell a woman what a woman wants to hear, with words that say she’s lovely, and songs that draw her near. The world is full of sorrow, make people happy where you can. As it’s best to be dishonest. [can’t I reget in your poem] you say don’t be so crazy, you’ve got to be cruel to be kind. So fly, ’til you come back there. To love me time after time. You say don’t wait for me, girl. And don’t you waste your life for me. Don’t you know I’ll refind us and love you all the time. Time! All the time. (x2)

Frosty (September 1980)

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. But 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 cosy in the fridge. It’s so cold there, in the fridge. It’s so icy, frosty. So cold in the fridge.

Defeated (Spetember 1980)

Crazy Garry pulled the blinds + fed the lions + read the lines that skipped the page + made her dizzy, dozzy. Does she care? Does he? The answer’s ‘NO!’ It’s always ‘NO’. There’s no escape, no secret doors. There’s nowhere you can hide. No way. You’re finished, fated, defeated. She stumbled through the cafe doors down on all fours to loud applause – ordered a meat mandrax + a belladonna squash to quosh the pain. There’s a difference at madonna’s that can carry you away. It made her day, they pumped her dry; they wiped her eyes. She just survived + she can prove it with her bracelet. At least the money wasn’t wasted. But she’s defeated (nowhere to hide). Still defeated.

A Message From Our Sponsor (Version 1)

I will not desert you, I just stepped back a little. Kept a low profile. Smiled as you kissed the ground I walked on. But I made the occasional suprise visit. I like your temples. Those festivals you hold in my honor. I’m flattered, really. And you abused me at first, but I grew, well, fond of you. Though somebody fought over me. And some cursed me. And some thought I died and some thought I never existed. It’s OK. I don’t interfere. I’d never interefere, no matter what you do. Take care now, hear? [How funny, huh?]

Ice Baby Cometh

Bunny wails, the cradle’s waiting. Dad stares at his shoes. While doctor probes the apature. But inside, nothing moves. No answer. Man the knitted mittens. Grandpa boards a tank. But lo his only daughter’s pushing, he’s only firing blanks. No answer. Daddy kisses his lucky penny. Nurse hums a nursery rhyme. While mommy’s screaming for the morphine. Baby wants more time. Still no answer.

Hanging Gardens (Flowmotion Version)

Jack/Thursday Night Fever #1/Die With Your Eyes On/Opus Dei

If a look could kill, if a touch caused a seizure. You’d be dead as that rock. No room in the freezer. Squeeze you with my fingers, tease you, ’til you rattle, like an engine, that’s collapsing, gasping out for oil. You nervous? Well you should be. You know how jealous I get. I’m jealous boy. As for your new friend. He’ll lend his days down an alley, shall he call the law. I doubt it. Curtains closing, faster, faster, tense young lovers. Two statistics. Nervous? Well he should be. You can see how jealous I am. Your jealous boy. Want you home alone. Ignore the phone, except when you’re convinced it’s me, inquiring about your welfare. I care about your paintings. I care about your poems. Love’s like that. Caring, sharing on our own together. And you’ll be there when I’m back from work. Those jerks who bark their orders, smoulder, leer. Patronize. It’s insincere. But you’ll be there. Comfort me. Make my tea, make me king again. The pain will go away and we’ll make plans about our cottage. Miles away, no interruptions. Us together, never seeing anyone. And if you want to dance, we’ll fit the lounge up with a disco. The stereo, we’ll boogie on our own. (alone) Way it’s meant to be. Let’s boogie down. You’re coming home with me tonight, leave him. (My girl) I need you more than he does. To him you’re just a game. Just a game. You’re my girl. I own you.

Premonition 18 (Part One)

(Spanish) Instrumental

Premonition 18 (Part Two)

(Instrumental)

compiled/transcribed by Jason Fergus

Hallway of the Gods

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

August 11, 1997
US CD Soleilmoon SOL50
NL CD Terminal Kaleidoscope TEKA555
PL CD/CS SPV TK04

  1. On High – [MP3]
  2. Mekkanikk – [MP3]
  3. Sterre – [MP3]
  4. Spike – [MP3]
  5. All Sides – [MP3]
  6. Harvest Babies – [MP3]
  7. Lucifer Landed – [MP3]
  8. The Hanged Man – [MP3]
  9. The Saucers Are Coming – [MP3]
  10. Destined To Repeat – [MP3]
  11. Hallway – [MP3]

09 July 2012
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. On High – [MP3]
  2. Mekkanikk – [MP3]
  3. Sterre – [MP3]
  4. Spike – [MP3]
  5. All Sides – [MP3]
  6. Harvest Babies – [MP3]
  7. Lucifer Landed – [MP3]
  8. The Hanged Man – [MP3]
  9. The Saucers Are Coming – [MP3]
  10. Destined To Repeat – [MP3] / Hallway – [MP3]
  11. 9 Shades Houston Parts 1 & 2
  12. Spike (psychomix)
  13. The Elephant’s Graveyard
  14. Sterre (Instrumental Mix)

 

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Cover ImageJuly 28, 1997

US LPx2 Soleilmoon SOL50

side a

  1. On High – [MP3]
  2. Mekkanikk – [MP3]
  3. Sterre – [MP3]
  4. Spike – [MP3]
  5. All Sides – [MP3]

side b

  1. Harvest Babies – [MP3]
  2. Lucifer Landed – [MP3]
  3. The Hanged Man – [MP3]
  4. The Saucers Are Coming – [MP3]

side c

  1. Destined To Repeat – [MP3]
  2. Hallway – [MP3]

side d

  1. 9 Shades (Live in Houston) Parts 1 & 2

Credits

Qa’Sepel – voice, keyboards, destroyed lyre
Silverman – keyboards
Niels van Hoornblower – horns, flute, electric horns
Ryan Moore – acoustic & electric guitar, bass, drums, theremin
Atwyn – electric guitar, squeltch bass
Frank Verschuuren – sound devices
Nienke – lady voice
Calyxx – little voice

Notes

Vinyl edition is limited to 1200 copies.

From Bandcamp:
1997.  A big change again for the Dots as Martijn and Raymond had left while Edwin van Wanrooij (Atwyn) and Frank Verschuuren joined.
For sure the Dots went extremely spacey for “Hallway” and it remains a big favourite among band members to this day. This is the Redux version with the exclusive vinyl bonus side and songs from the Sterre cd single added.

Press Release

Hallway of the Gods is the name of the brilliant new studio album by The Legendary Pink Dots, their first in two years. Recorded over the last 12 months in Nijmegen and Vancouver, this album presents the Dots at the pinnacle of their creativity. Psychedelic electronics are perfectly mated to Edward Ka-spel’s distinctive vocal style, producing a transcendent musical experience. Hallway of the Gods will initially be available as a limited edition double album, complete with different artwork and a bonus track, 9 Shades (Houston) Parts 1 & 2 that will not be available on the compact disc.

A spokesperson from the Dots’ camp issued this cryptic statement regarding the new album: 

So you are sitting in a plane a few thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean innocently gazing out of the window, when it suddenly becomes clear that all is not as it should be.

For a start, your sick bag is humming a somewhat atonal version of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue in your right ear, just loud enough to irritate you and the cigar smoking geranium in the seat next to you.

Taking your eyes away from the window for a second, you note that your legs have disappeared, and in their place is a formless wobbling substance that resembled gelatin. Being a strict vegetarian you naturally find this disturbing, but your attempts to cry out for assistance end up sounding like small ‘feeeeeping’ sounds. A three headed eagle with bad breath squats on the seat in front of you screaming inaccurate quotes from the Koran in an obviously fake Irish accent.

It’s time for a nervous breakdown, but the eagle mutates into a balloon faced sergeant-major who bellows “This is NO time for a nervous breakdown, asshole – we gotta go hunting ventriloquists!” And the plane turns into a bottle o’beer, bottle o’beer… and the earth turns into a peanut butter sandwich which is in turn eaten by a crocodile and spat out again because it tastes like nothing and the whole goddamn universe melts into a green blob, grows an enormous leg, tap-dances on Fred Astaire’s skull and mutates into EVERYTHING again.

Time twists backwards, and you are sitting on a plane innocently gazing out of the window eating a piece of dried banana.

We are but playthings my friends. We are yours to disrespect, my large looming friend up there…

Welcome to the Hallway, the exits are lies. -EKS

STERREKRAZHNALIVSHIJAR-H ALHEMNIS

 Lyrics

On High

That’s Greenland down below… Think of igloos, snow… Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you… Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe, because you can never rise above it. You’d better pay the earth your mute respect because you never learned to love it or to have, to cherish, to hold… Until death when we provide the great provider… I hope they’ll never hide me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed (Press HERE for pearls of wisdom…) Every day this stone rotates so be content, I’m listening. I’m etched upon a plate… it’s disinfected so don’t you look away. You’re really unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking at your heels. I see the flock of hungry hawks close in around this plane. There is no sanctuary and everyone around you is insane.

Mekkanikk

My robotic afterlife was tainted with rejection. I’d gaze at my reflection and see rust. Let’s form a club for all the clones that never made it. Techno lepers, cyber chumps, prosthetic paupers plunging pliers in your pocket… And if I dance when you are feeling bored… And if I serve you when you’re lazy, lying limp across the floor, will you inject a little joy into my stick? Will you respect me in the morning?

Sterre

She was so sad. No word of comfort really registered. No friendly hand could steady her. There was no contact, no consideration, penetration or hope. We stood here watching form our observation post. Now here’s a finger, here’s little line – we’ll take you in we’ll guide you home… But with two enormous wings she left us standing, reaching for a ghost. And on this melancholy night there is a star that stands alone. Far beyond the constellations, far removed from highest heaven; cast aside and still we only watch but, my oh my, she’s beautiful tonight.

Spike

H with a capital Hate, out catching souls and drilling holes and it can make you feel like Jesus ’til that Sword gets driven in. Stepped over on the homeless night, they sprayed the wall my desperate friend had tried to climb in vain. They felt his pulse, they swept him clean away. Oh you fucking fool – you left us carrying your useless pain and now we’re trapped here until we die. Remains. The residue. (Is it you???)

All Sides

Somewhere in the distance there’s a figure standing proudly. Arms raised toward the heavens, she’s commanding space and time to crack. It’s raining. It’s alarming. I see mountains on their backs. The blood red river rises. Armies on all sides assailing all that creeps. Should I stand here like a sheep and dye a target on the space between my eyes? Should I run? Should I sleep? Should I mumble words to she who sees me naked from all sides? Is it all a little late to start believing? Oh I believe all sides… Oh anything…

Harvest Babies

First he shivers, then he burns and waves his arms for our attention. We drop our vague pretensions, form a circle and applaud. And praise the Lord, we’re throwing tokens ’til the fire hits the sky. We fall in fits upon the woodpile and we shall scrape there until we die. Until we are reborn in light, glowing amber – a knowing look across our eyes. Yet as wet as new born babies. We have nothing left to hide. Take me as I am! Take us as we are! Take things as they came! Take it all!

Lucifer Landed

“Dance for me!” he calls out from the fence but we just shake a little. “Fall for me!” We fall and make amends with holy Marys. I can’t look you in the eye because your heel is pressing hard upon my head. You terrify me truly – you petrify me half to death. You’re telling me that you feel mysterious today. Walk with me… or may I walk with you? What does it take? Be with me… I can still remember bring weightless, feeling free. I could dance without a hundred fingers pointing, where the laughs were never mean. And I know there’s something out there. And I know I’m going to get there… Please don’t be mysterious today…

The Saucers are Coming (transcribed by “S. Richmond”)

It’s 6:30 p.m. on a cool spring evening. I’m standing at the sink washing dishes and gazing through the window at a rolling red sky. It’s all a part of the daily ritual. Once in awhile my attention wanders as the voice on the radio gives me new information. Crisis’ and wonders and unequaled ???. Some of it sinks in and some of it just sort of floats by…in one ear out the other. A normal spring evening. The sort of evening where you’re just happy to be alive. Just happy to be standing here washing dishes. THIS IS A NEWS FLASH. REPORTS ARE REACHING US THAT A FORMATION OF APPROXIMATELY FIFTEEN FLYING SAUCERS CAN BE SEEN IN THE SKY OVER ST. IVES CORNWALL. THE SPOKESMAN FOR THE MINISTRY OF DEFENSE HAS CONFIRMED IT CANNOT BE ASCERTAINED WHERE THEY COME FROM AND THAT THEY DEFINITELY ARE NOT WEATHER BALLOONS. AS SOON AS WE KNOW MORE WE’LL TELL YOU ABOUT IT.

The saucers are coming.

ThE eYEs OF tHe WOrLd aRE uPon YOu. THe hOPeS aNd PrAYErs oF LibERty LOviNg PeOPLe eVERywHEre mArch WiTH yoU.

(this is Edward speaking as two different news reporters at the same time)
IT’S 6:35 ON A CLEAR SPRING EVENING (it’s 6:35 on a cool spring evening)

AND I’M STANDING IN A FIELD JUST OUTSIDE JAMESTOWN. (and i’m standing in a field just outside ?japan?) IT’S UNBELIEVABLE. IMAGINE THE SKY IS LITERALLY COVERED BY FOUR GREEN AND SILVER DISCS. (it’s unbelievable. the sky is covered by four green and silver discs.) THERE ARE PEOPLE CRYING IN DROVES (some are reflecting orange in the sun that’s setting) THERE ARE OTHERS AROUND CAMPFIRES (there are people crying in droves) KEEPING WARM. AND THERE ARE CROWDS BEHIND ROPED OFF AREAS TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS. (some people are sitting in tents and around campfires in some self-styled welcome committee) SOME PEOPLE HAVE EVEN SET UP SOME SORT OF SELF-STYLED WELCOMING COMMITTEE AND BANNERS BEARING MANDELBROT SYMBOLS. (there are crowds behind roped off areas taking photographs.) IT’S INCREDIBLE. AND AS I SPEAK THE FIRST TANKS ARE ARRIVING. (…self- styled welcoming committee and banners bearing the ?mantlecross?. and as i speak the first tanks are arriving. AND NOW AS THE SUN TURNS ORANGE IN THE WESTERN SKY EACH OF THE SILVER DISCS IS CHANGING COLOR. THERE ARE NOW HUNDREDS OF SETTING SUNS IN THE SKY.

(a lot of static and low voices)
…with green…
…photos being taken…
…now…

What else can I say? Their green? They haven’t showed their faces yet Haven’t heard their voices yet. They’re there but they’re inside. ??? ??? ??? comprehend ??? ??? ???

WiTh LiBErty aND ?cHAOs?, ?hELLo LOndOn?. GOOdnIGHt TO YoU aLL.

Come to me. I’ve been waiting so long. I don’t know who you are or what you are. Whether you’re our past or our future. But I need you because I’ve waited long enough. And the saucers fly through the open window. They glide through my fingers. They land on my chest. They make knots in my hair. And I’m open and expecting on my makeshift alter. Prepared for what ever the new people will deliver. I trust. Because what else should I do but trust. What else should we do but trust. THEY SHOULD TAKE THE TAX BACK. This is bigger than all of us so we may as well lay down and trust. There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names. There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names.

…??? ??? OUTSIDE OF OUR COMPREHENSION…(completely outside their comprehension.)…TRYING TO ??? ???. TRYING TO ???. ??? ??? EVERYWHERE ??? BUT SITTING ON TOP THEIR ??? (i think they’re just sitting on the job. i think they are playing with our minds.) ??? ??? I DON’T THINK THEY EVEN CARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE. [There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names.] (i don’t think they care about what the people think.) WE MUST TRUST THEM. YOU MUST TRUST OUR JUDGMENT. (Everywhere road to the west country is blocked with traffic.) (how do we trust their judgment?) (People are coming from all over the country.) (but i don’t think they’ve got anything under control.) BUT WE’LL GET THERE. WE’LL GET THERE. (yeah…they just don’t get it.) WE’LL GET THERE. Oh thank christ.

Destined to Repeat

Your face seems so familiar. I’m sure we’ve met some place before. It could be we were lovers, maybe eye to eye in some… war. With pulling faces, screaming like two imbeciles. Two racing bayonets. We connect, it’s unmistakable. So don’t look you look the other way. Don’t lie back and pretend that you are sleeping. This is something we’re too deep in. We’re destined to repeat. Come to me my lover. Speak to me my enemy. You cannot run away from me – we’re destined to repeat. Look this way my lover. Speak to me my enemy – we’re driftwood on an endless sea…

Hallway

Here in this passage with the mist up to my knees – a frightened savage pounding panels, I beat on every door I see but I get no answer. Yet I know I’m not alone cos I hear laughter and I know it’s all for me. And I know there’s no returning because the gods must be appeased, and, of the millions, they nominated me. And I’ll walk ’til they forget as we’d forget. I’m all theirs to disrespect and I plea guilty. Call it ‘murder by exclusion’. Call it criminal neglect… Just how many false confessions will it take me? Must I climb the mountain? Must I cry against a wall? Am I doomed to stay marooned here in this hall. Shipwrecked in this gaping hole in time. In this lost museum that’s forever closed inside. A place where nothing dies, it only crumbles. The statues turn their backs and just collapse in piles of ashes, fragments, remnants, ruins, trash… They torched this temple years ago but they left the ghosts to moan on glowing coals, in a hall that leads to a hall that leads to a hall that leads to a hall…

 

 

The Pre-Millennial Single

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

August 25, 1998
US 12″ Soleilmoon SOL74

side 1999

  1. Hellsville ’98 – [MP3]
  2. Needles (Version Sirius) – [MP3]

side 2999

  1. Andromeda Suite ’98 – [MP3]
  2. Abracadabra ZZZZ – [MP3]

 

August 25, 1998
US CDEP Soleilmoon SOL74CD (alternate image)

  1. Hellsville ’98 – [MP3]
  2. Needles (Version Sirius) – [MP3]
  3. Andromeda Suite ’98 – [MP3]
  4. Abracadabra ZZZZ – [MP3]

 

26 November 2012
NL extended remaster MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Hellsville ’98 06:09
  2. Needles (Version Sirius) 10:03
  3. Andromeda Suite ’98 11:04
  4. Abracadabra zzzz 05:54
  5. Nadelstadt Live 05:51

 Credits

  • Ryan Moore- drums
  • The Prophet Qa’Sepel– vox, keys
  • Silverman– keys
  • Niels van Hoornblower- flute, sax, wind instruments
  • Martijn De Kleer- guitar on Nadelstadt
  • Edwin von Trippenhof- guitars on all other tracks
  • Nienke Poiesz- vox on Abracadabra zzzz
  • Frank Verschuuren- sound engineer
  • Halekka Malaizhista

Notes

The Legendary Pink Dots return with a brand new four song extended play CD and 12 inch single, The Pre Millennial Single, heralding the coming millennium and satisfying fans’ requests for recorded versions of three particularly popular songs. The live interpretations of these songs have changed so much since the originals were done that the band wanted to rerecord them, particularly because they’ve become stage favorites in recent years. The recording techniques used in the studio faithfully reproduce the live sounds and arrangements. The fourth song is remixed from their forthcoming album Nemesis Online.

Hellsville 98 is a new interpretation of Hellsville, originally released by Play It Again Sam in 1990 on The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse.

Needles (Version Sirius) first appeared as City of Needles 1990. It was recorded by Edward Ka-Spel and The Silverman as an instrumental song for a cassette-only release called 4 Days. In 1992 they rerecorded the song with the full band line-up, and added lyrics. Two years later the original version of the song was renamed Nadelstadt when 4 Days was issued on compact disc by the Terminal Kaleidoscope.

Andromeda Suite 98 was originally released in 1994 on an obscure Portuguese compilation CD called Trinity, after which a remixed version appeared in 1995 on the double CD Chemical Playschool 8 & 9, released by World Serpent Distribution.

Abracadabra zzzz is a subtly different mix of Abracadabra, a song on the forthcoming Nemesis Online album with added vocal sounds.

The vinyl edition is limited to 1256 copies, and features cover art different from the compact disc version.

KHASTRANIZHTAVALIEZHTA

***

From Bandcamp:
Pre-Millennial Angst a-plenty as the Dots made new recordings of some of the live favourites. Somehow “City of needles” still didn’t quite match some of the monstrous live renditions – just the lack of an audience to recite the story to I guess.  Even so, it’s a solid pebble in the vast LPD discography. Here you can find it extended with “Nadelstadt Live” which was exclusively released on the “Gothic II” compilation and is now very rare. -EKS

 Lyrics

Needles (Version Sirius)

Take a seat son. There’s something I really must tell you. Now me and your Ma, we’ve always been positive people, haven’t we son? But for the last year or so, it’s all been a facade. We’ve been putting on a brave face. It’s a sick world we live in. This is a sick neighborhood we live in. And there comes a time when you just have to stand up, take your life into your own hands, decide for change. That’s why me and your Ma, have decided to go to a new place. It’s a place called Sirius. Now you can’t drive to Sirius, son. Can’t walk there, can’t get an aeroplane there. Only one way to Sirius son, and think of it a bit like closing your eyes on all the sickness and the degradation, and when you open them up again, you’re in this garden! Where everybody there loves you, where everybody supports everybody else. It’s that kind of place! So now I’ve come to the point of this little talk. Are you coming along? Think about it. I don’t want to force you into anything. I’m not that kind of father, am I? I’ve never forced you into anything in your entire life. I’ve only ever been there for you. Making sacrifices for you. When you were down, when you needed someone, who was there with a shoulder to cry on? Me, always me! Always there for you, always listening. And now, just once, I’m asking you to listen to me. What’s it gonna be? Don’t look at me like that, son! You can trust me! I mean, God knows, I’ve been there for you your whole life, you should be able to trust me by now! I’m not asking for a snap decision. You can take a day or a week if you need it, just be sure, we’re going! AND YOU’RE INVITED! Only, if you really wanna stay here, in all this shit! Well, that’s your decision. I’ll even help you, I’ve gotta pocket full of sleeping pills. You just take them in the garden shed and when you wake up, we’ll be gone, you won’t have to watch. But remember this, when you wake up, you’ve gotta deal with it all by yourself from then on. No shoulders to cry on then, son! You’ll be facing yourself! You’ll be facing your fear! You’ll be standing in the presence of your fear! And boy, you’ll feel it pressing in from all sides! Before you, behind you, beside you, beside you….
(Transcribed by tanith R. gyle)

 

 

Nemesis Online

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

September 22, 1998
US CD Soleilmoon SOL75

16 March 2013
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Dissonance – [MP3]
  2. Jasz – [MP3]
  3. As Long As It’s Purple And Green – [MP3]
  4. Ghost – [MP3]
  5. Under Your Wheels – [MP3]
  6. A Sunset For A Swan – [MP3]
  7. Is It Something I Said? – [MP3]
  8. Zoo – [MP3]
  9. Fate’s Faithful Punchline – [MP3]
  10. Cheating The Shadow – [MP3]
  11. Abracadabra – [MP3]
  12. Slaapliedje – [MP3]



Cover ImageUS LPx2 Soleilmoon SOL75

side a

  1. Dissonance – [MP3]
  2. Jasz – [MP3]
  3. As Long As It’s Purple And Green – [MP3]
  4. Ghost – [MP3]
  5. Under Your Wheels – [MP3]

side b

  1. A Sunset For A Swan – [MP3]
  2. Is It Something I Said? – [MP3]
  3. Zoo – [MP3]
  4. Fate’s Faithful Punchline – [MP3]

side c

  1. Cheating The Shadow – [MP3]
  2. Abracadabra – [MP3]
  3. Slaapliedje – [MP3]

side d

  1. 10th Shande – [CAD3]
  2. Schatten – [CAD3]

Credits

  • The Silverman – keyboards, loops, devices
  • Niels van Hoornblower – horns, flutes
  • Ryan Moore – bass, drums, guitar, loops on tracks 1 and 11
  • The Prophet Qa’Sepel – keyboards, voice, loops, destroyed lyre
  • Edwin von Trippenhof – guitar and guitar mutations
  • Frank Verschuuren – sound devices

Cover by Elke P.

Notes

Recorded at Centrally Heated Farm
Vinyl edition limited to 1998 copies.
The bonus tracks on the vinyl (“10th Shade” and “Schatten”) were recorded by Edward and Phil after the completion of the rest of the album. They were incorporated into “Chemical Playschool 11
The working title for this album was ZEITGEIST.

***
It’s December 31, 1999…five minutes to midnight. Five minutes to the big one; an occasion to be marked in some way, remembered, related to the grandchildren in the years to come. The trouble is that I’m not a party animal. Give me a red nose, a glass of tequila, an armchair, and I’ll be happy to watch the festivities on TV.

The trouble is that they cut the power off in August. My needs are simple. As long as I have enough to eat, a little to drink, a reliable supply of cigarettes, a warm room, a decent book, and a TV, I’m happy.

And what I need right now is a slice of toast, lightly buttered, smeared with cream cheese.

The trouble is that they cut the power off in August. It was like this…A rumor persisted that all the computers in all the world were set to go berserk as the clock chimed for the twelfth time on this very night. People panicked and withdrew all of their money from the banks in July.

The result? I’m sitting here, four minutes away from the year 2000 with a TV that does not work, toaster that does not toast, and Goddammit woman, I will complain about it! Whose idea was it to board up the doors and windows anyhow? Just take a peek through the crack. There’s nobody there. It’s a wasteland out there. Sorry, I shouldn’t take it out on you. Hey, my grandfather’s old watch says it’s time. Let’s light those last cigarettes and sing our song together…1,2,3:

The dog just ate the margarine,
She’s writhing on the floor.
Snatched it when our backs were turned
She won’t steal anymore

And if I was the only boy in the world,
And you the only girl
We’d fight like hell.

O.K. It doesn’t rhyme, but at least it’s ours.

DEZHTIHAVAZHKOSTZHINARA

***

from Bandcamp:
1998.A stone’s-throw to the end of the Century. Everything somehow felt so URGENT.
What if the computers stopped when the clock struck 12 on the fateful night?
Would we playi “spot the lemming” pointing at high towers? Would Arnold Schwarzenegger save us by punching Satan?
It was hard not to ignore the calendar and The Dots created this album in a very swift month before dashing off to America to promote it.Sometimes the energy is enthralling, sometimes it sounds like a little more time was needed. But this was a RACE against time.
So much to say…so little time to say it…

Reviews

Overall impression: excellent! LPD are back with a wonderful new album, just one short year since “Hallway of the Gods”. I was a bit afraid that the level of psychedelic splendor and beauty achieved by the previous album would be difficult for the Dots to match or surpass, but “Nemesis..” has indeed surpassed “Hallway..”, and is yet another great album to add to the huge 14 year backcatalog of great albums. This album is a nice assortment of the various LPD styles which, generalizing, could be split up into two categories:  drum propelled “rock” songs such as “As Long as it’s Purple and Green”, “Is it Something I Said?”, “Zoo” and “Abracadabra” and quieter, more subdued and achingily beautiful melodic songs such as “Ghost”, “A Sunset for a Swan”, “Fate’s Faithful Punchline”, “Cheating the Shadow” and the lullabye “Slaapliedje”. Everyone and everything sounds perfect … Edward’s poetic tales and vocal delivery, Niels horn melodies and Edwin’s guitar (which really shine on “Fate’s Faithful Punchline”, my favorite track), the Silverman’s loops and melodies, Ryan’s loops, bass and funky drumming … everyone plays their part perfectly. The result is sublime bliss:  jazzy, psychedelic, folky, experimental at times … the balance between playful, sad and manic moods is just right and there are no bad tracks (although “Is it Something I Said” does get a bit too noisy and hectic). The artwork by Elke Peucker and Robert Osten is equally beautiful. One of my favorites of 1998. Mp3 snippets of all of the tracks are available at Brainwashed. Sing while you may … -Brainwashed.com

Lyrics

Dissonance

Driving the pack, from the rear, with a trumpet, with an axe. Driving to the precipice, windswept and wet with starving neglect. Eternally carving my cause on a landscape that’s blighted and scorched. I’m blighted and scorched with the truth, we don’t listen, we shoot, from the blindside. It’s a landslide, but in hindsight, I thought it was easier. But it’s all much too late to turn back, I must face an eternally fateless way in a place where my orders echo my torturous ghosts. In a space with no windows, I’m counting the touch. All this time to reflect on my crimes to humanity. I’m screaming profanities, just give me a chance to start over again. I confess, yes, I’ll do it again.

Jasz (instrumental)

As Long as it’s Purple and Green

There’s a riot in the cell block… bugs are sliding down the phone. Mutating sores and spores and shellshock-virus Martha hunts alone. We’re wearing spacesuits on the subway. We take our pleasures from a screen. Care you for something intravenous? Go ahead! I’ll plug you in … Christ I need a cigarette but there’s no door etched on this glass. You see, these standard regulation suits are cheap – they have no class. I’d like to ride a horse through Utah blowing smoke rings five miles wide, but they cordoned off the airport and I cannot get a ride. “Get a life!” you say. I’m trying. I’m insured up to my neck, and if the whole world just capsizes, just be sure I’ll collect. And if I want to visit Venus all I have to do is click. You see, this mad chaotic universe is at my fingertips. And one day I will bring you discipline. I’ll save you with this disc. Like me it is incorruptible. Like me, it takes no risks.

Ghost

Blood on the door, blood on the stairs, blood on the floor, blood in my hair, turn around and white light guides me twist and fall and kneel beside me nothing is sure, visions impair, I’m sick to the core, and walking on air Nothing is real, no one to hold, nothing to feel except for the cold.

Under Your Wheels 

Your white eyes, they never judge me, they just fix upon a place that’s far away, deep inside you, and I wonder will I ever have the chance to walk there too? But you’re tongue-tied, you always have been. Our conversations, they have been far too few. No going back now, at least we have the time now to explore what’s happening deep down inside you, what’s going on here inside me too. We’re not dock-tied, we’re individuals, and angel, all I asked was “set me free”. But not this free.

A Sunset for a Swan 

Johnny with the roving eyes sits bored upon the riverside, as Juliet, his future bride, jumps naked in the water. Figure eights and scuba dives, deep down she’s blowing suicide. She squeaks and metamorphosizes movie stars and slaughters. Johnny’s staying serious, his face is kind of frozen, one eye is completely closed, and one eye is wide open. It swivels from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every goddamn thing that’s wrong. When Johnny’s holding Juliet, it’s like I hold my cigarette. I squeeze it, choosing to forget the warning on the carton. I flick it from the window ledge and stuff it on the waterbed. The black smoke rises overhead, then settles over London. I am staying serious, my face is kind of frozen. One eye is completely closed, and one eye’s staying open. It swivels from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every goddamn thing that’s wrong. When Johnny’s holding Juliet, it’s like he holds his cigarette. He hangs her from the window ledge, and blows her over London. She’d pick a star and pirouette, she’ll turn a cartwheel on my head. I grit my teeth, put up with it, because it’s all for fun.

Is it Something I Said?

The phone rings… 3 A.M. I’m pretending I’m asleep – could hear you creeping .. And laughing as you dropped my name like bleeding snakes, like poison, like the hell-fire that you paint in vivid colours. Well I guess that he’s a saint while I’m the one that’s in the way. The one that keeps you tangled up in chains. So very much I have to say.. I can’t make it. Well, it was only yesterday when you told me that you loved me. Will you write it? I need to see it – black and white. I’ll read it. I will read it once again and maybe one day I’ll believe it. But will you tell me where you’ve been – everything in detail, every second, every moment. Every thought. I need to know. It’s just because I love you. Well, isn’t that enough?

Zoo

No pets allowed! No pets allowed! That’s what the placard said so they left us out her floating upside down, our ankles bound. Protective coating, cos we’re very cute – but sinters here don’t hesitate. They shoot! (It’s raining crocodiles). And I really want to sleep with you but cannot stand them watching. They encourage us outside the glass – throw barbie dolls and stockings. Oh, but I’ll retain my dignity and gaze up at the moon until my buddies come and rescue me. We will rise! We will find a place that’s just for us.

Fate’s Faithful Punchline

Lined up between the arrows at your heart – is this a charmed life that I lead? Now could it be that some place. Some time, you will stop believing and things that once were charming will feel like sand against your eyes? When I walk into your space, you’ll see a thief by night. To send away or lock away or run away from… Will there come a day? Will we have the courage just to walk away while something still remains? Will we keep it pure? Now let this death be noble. Let this death be grand. Don’t keep it on a lead… When I think of you I want to see you on a summer day. My treasure. My lover. Together. Alone.

Cheating the Shadow

Jello man cuts comers, creeps unseen between the sheets. When you’re asleep, he creeps inside you. He’s sinking in his teeth. He’s breaking legs! He’s laying eggs… you should see him play the organ. He whistles “Dixie” no your pipes, and you (?) – you simply die of fright. He slithers clean away and not one single soul survives. Now I’m starving in my shrinkwrap. I’m lying in the road. I know he won’t get me, because I will live forever!

Abracadabra
(No Lyrics available)

Slaapliedje

Can’t stand this cage cos there’s no place to fly to. My future’s been cancelled, my past’s just a lie. You say, “Do it alone”, and I’m trying like hell to rise up from the ashes, be somebody else. I shout my rage from the rooftops, burn down this shell, but you smile from the gallery, ringing a bell. And I jump, and I’ve jumped but the bars are still there. I know deep inside me you don’t really care. You say, “Sleep baby. Sleep. It’s all just a dream.”

 

 

Poi Poka Mozhesh / Пой Пока Можешь

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist
1999

RU CD Brudenia LPD1

  1. Casting the Runes – [MP3]
  2. Zero Zero
  3. Damien – [MP3]
  4. Pennies For Heaven – [MP3]
  5. Third Secret – [MP3]
  6. Lisa’s Separation – [MP3]
  7. The Golden Age – [MP3]
  8. New Tomorrow –  [MP3]
  9. The Lovers (Part Two) – [MP3]
  10. Supper at J’s (Version One)
  11. Interflora Overdrive (Part One)
  12. Interflora Overdrive (Part Two)

Credits

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

Notes

Another anthology release (similar to STONE CIRCLES and CANTA MIENTRAS PUEDAS) with the last three tracks on the disc being previously unreleased, although “Supper at J’s” appears in a different form on the Ka-Spel solo album.

Reviews

“Poi Poka Mozhesh” is the second anthology release by LPD to use the “Sing While You May” title (the first being in Spanish, “Canta Mientras Puedas”).  This time Russian is the theme as the title and most of the text is in Russian and the discs themselves were made in Russia.  The Cyrillic fonts and marine blue themed artwork make for a very interesting looking double pocketed digipack.  The cd collects 9 previously released album tracks from 1988 to 1995 (culled from The Lovers, The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse, The Maria Dimension, Shadow Weaver and From Here You’ll Watch the World Go By) and 3 previously unreleased tracks at the end.  There’s a wide range of LPD styles represented here:  string-based, keyboard-based, piano-based and guitar-based songs.  “Supper at J’s (version 1)” isn’t all that much different from the version found on Ka-Spels’s 1998 album “The Blue Room”.  “Interflora Overdrive” is a pretty groovy, early ’70s Krautrock-ish type 2-part instrumental jam.  These 3 ‘bonus’ tracks are nice, but don’t really necessitate a purchase, unless of course you’re a rabid collector type like myself.  “Poi..” is probably best for those who’ve yet to hear LPD, or maybe this particular era of LPD.  But, I would recommend “Canta..” over “Poi..” as I think the former does a superior job in track selection.  Sing while you may … – Brainwashed

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That’s Russian for “Sing While You May”–the Legendary Pink Dots’ motto–and POI POKA MOZHESH thus joins the Mexican CANTA MIENTRAS PUEDAS and the North American STONE CIRCLES as another “best of” volume tailored for international audiences. MOZHESH is indeed a Russian compilation of Dots “hits,” featuring such classics as SHADOW WEAVER’s beautiful, contemplative “Zero Zero,” and THE MARIA DIMENSION’s rapturous mantras, “Pennies From Heaven” and “Third Secret.”

The mostly mid-period selections highlight the unpredictable Dots at their most accessible. Bright acoustic melodies and modern-minstrel instrumentation abound, supporting Edward Ka-Spel’s silvered vocals, snaking basslines, keyboard glazings, quirky percussion, and some of the most intriguing lyrics ever imposed upon “pop” songs. Until the final three tracks, only a touch of the Dots’ capacity for psychedelic damage is in evidence. But these unreleased out-takes delve headfirst into the more experimental aspect of the Dots, with “Supper at J’s (Version 1)” being the most abstract and intoxicating of the bunch, and make MOZHESH worthwhile for fans and novices alike.  –Allmusic.com