the legendary pink dots

compilation z 20 years of dots

red castles
Maidens in towers and knights on the town Shields up convinced that the barricades down Fighting in bars fighting the cause Aches in the head, H2O in the wine To (pick) up the mirror to help you unwind You learn how to drink you'll turn now to shrinks And he'll say that your king of the castle Yes you're king in your castle your glory The glory excels in the end Blood on the bypass you're passing the pill Painted in plastic make you feel ill Make you kick in the night you're sick in the light A tramp chews a dog and a dog chews a tramp Tears holes in his raincoat and (houses in stamp?) He counts up to nine he chokes on a coin But he's king in his castle (there he) king in his castle His glory his glory excels in the end Pagans in showers and pipes on the downs Whole cut up patterns and slings turning round They shut out the sun oh what jolly fun But we're kings in our castles yes we're kings in our castles Our glory our glory excels in the end

d isc 1
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 Red castles The wedding Premonition 4 Klazh Basilisk 1 Clean up Basilisk 2 W hen the clock strikes 13 Grind Love puppets Eight minutes to live Een ogenblik alstubleft Black zone Femme mirage

d isc 2
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 So gallantly screaming Golden dawn A message from our sponsor Go ask A lice The diary Casting the runes The peculiar fun fair A triple moon salute Scarlet wish The man with the cut-glass heart Soft toy

soft toy

the wedding
You asked for nothing that's what i gave you Ash for ashes dust for dust Your trust touching but misguided Bride, Ill be yours for one night I wonder wonder really what you saw in me Not your type at all And all the angels hold their breath as my eyes rest Upon the pretty girl who leads the choir Cry out their disgust for me They're crying for my bride This (mouse?) in white does not suspect my next move in the game The game will honour you and cherish you a game share my world be good A game til death when we're parted only words don't mean a thing Think of ways to run the sun paints patterns on the stain glass windows Widows in their Sunday best reflect about when they too were brides Can hide their feeling stealing seconds from an age They'll never see again again with this ring i pledge myself again I do i do why do we have to be so humble mumble words we never mean

the man with the cut-glass heart

premonition 4
Ring around the Rosie, a pocket full of posies, A tissue, a tissue, we all fall down. Ring around the Rosie, a pocket full of posies, A tissue, a tissue, we all fall down.

scarlet wish

clean up
The world would be so nice without people but oh so bad without me. I'm applying for the job to sit behind the BUTTON, watch the spot on my knee. And when i'm bored you won't ignore the goodies i've got in store -just hang around....It'll all be over in seconds. Maybe you think i'm joking. It's all just a fabulous wheeze ; and when the times 's right i'll freeze, fatle flat on my back. I'm paranoid, i've got adenoids. They shot me. I like the noise. Now i can talk to the animals talk to the animals. I've drafted out a real persuasive letter. It'll get the early post. Don't be surprised - its kind of nice when you're a ghost. I'm a scorpio. I'll start the show with a farewell song on the radio ...Hold your nose....

a triple moon salute

Floored by the tripwire, stripped by the crossfire, down on my knees. For the first time in years, I believed... And you came and you threw me your hand. And we swam to a land where a promise was sacred, preserved. And my lady is whispers, my lady is air. I keep a strand of her hair in a heart on my breast... And I'm safe in our warm cocoon. I know you'll be back soon. And that's a promise that's sacred, preserved. Colour me rainbows, colour me vexed. I'm perplexed by that light from your moon. But you said you'd be back soon. And that's a promise that's sacred, preserved.

when the clock strikes 13

We'll make a secret rendezvous with a view, like a bridge at nighttime. We'll stare across the water, we'll share a cigarette. Stroll down the embankment, never say a word, like a film, like a story you heard. Lovers holding hands in silence. No one understands - a secret in a hostile world. Defiant stand, they're making plans, a studio in Paris. I could write a novel, get turned down. You'll sympathize: you'll write a poem, all for me, all for me. And each time we make love always seems like the first time. No novelty romance, cos what we have is meant to last, it's in the script, and though it's looking like a storm is brewing and the news is getting bleaker all the time - we've got each other. And all is going to be fine. When the clock chimes thirteen times, that's our time. That's our time.

casting the runes

When Madeleine appeared it always rained, the people locked their houses, drew the curtains, prayed and painted crosses on their doors. They wondered who would be the next for last respects... began rehearsing. Dressed in black with white carnations, weeping 'til their eyes were sore. And Madeleine would feel their sorrow, she only wanted friends, but the lady's doomed to wander until the very end-'til the end of time! It's just the price she had to pay for life eternal and she's sorry, and she's lonely--would love to make amends. But where Madeleine appears it always rains, the people lock their houses, draw the curtains, pray it won't be them-- wandering 'til the end of time! We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a circle and at twilight we all we all walk around the stones. And spirits dance, and bodies roll, hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess consecrates the bones. And that's the way it will be 'til the ends of time.

love puppets
You offered me a cigarette; I pirouette with silhouettes of statuettes, with eyes behind a window, would you be my widow? Would you even be my wife? life's not long enough for questions sessions over cakes and coffees therapy, Ive had enough of want to change things overnight (because I've been alone too long.. too long.. too long..) And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself so much talk so many theories it's really such a bore for me, the story stays the same, it goes on and on, what gives you the right to analyze you paralyze me with your probing, in the end i just agree maybe we're just puppets after all. Love puppets, not glove puppets, hearts of gold, souls on string, my soul's on a string, love puppets, my heart's a shiny gold. Why the tricks and why the teases can't I even please you for an hour, won't you simply listen I've got a lot to say about us and plans and things that we could do (I need you now, don't leave me, don't leave me).

the diary
Peeling paint, dead cigarettes... old cobwebs on the ceiling. Feeling faint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek. We wrestled cheek to cheek, pink naked on the sheets. A feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was steeper. Camera peeped, director leaping, screaming, shouting, louder "Roll 'em, hold 'em, hole 'em, Close up. ART! Prepetual motion. Higher! Ram it home now cowboy. Down Boy. Showdown! Shoot that crazy foam across the duvet... "Get them creaming at the dairy, pumping lonesome 'cross the Praries. Hats spin on their laps. The hotsprings gushing. Play roulette. The russians do it best - well, don't they, Jerkov?

eight minutes to live

Your hand was freezing; I slipped it in my pocket. Strolled along the quay side looking at the sky for darting rockets, turned the stars a shade of yellow, blazing trails across the planets. Hi ho Silver, day glo amber, no go red and getting louder. Caroline was color blind though she dreamed of golden sunsets. The sea of soldier blue with out the blood. Is the night-time just a dream? If you close your eyes, will I fade away? (Pattern softly) Ohhhh

golden dawn
I'll be your slave, maybe you'll be my priestess. I'd live in a cave and we'd meet where all eyes are turned away. Where we can lay, where we can play... and forget the storm. Will you weep while I slip away... at Golden Dawn? You drew a star, and I drew a circle. We hid in the car; we crossed our fingers and hurtled down the street. The fog was creeping slow, the death bird peeping through the window. We drove on and found our way to Golden Dawn. I read the news and you heard the sirens. We packed, then we flew to na island which no-one else could find. Where we could hide and watch the tide slide in at twilight. We made love... on and on 'til Golden Dawn.

black zone
They ripped up all the grass and they cut down all the trees, built a fence - little sign says 'Keep away, if you please...' And it was difficult to argue with the trenches and the guns. 50,000 volts, the wires buzzing - touch it and you're D.O.A. (d.c.) Deceased! Your secret's safe with us. The trucks roll in at midnight - skull and crossbones on the headlights. They carry poison; carry fission for the Black Zone... Hear the test-tubes bubble with disease for enemies (I hope there's not a breeze!) And the villagers line up outside with placards, sing 'Abide with me'. The guards just laugh - smoke rises in the distance... Because the Black Zone's here to stay and it's here to protect us, 'til that black and bitter day when test-tube spills and blows us all away.

so gallantly screaming
D'archangel rises with eyes that accuse. A bouquet of black orchids for you as you weep in the ruins of all that you knew, of all that you cherished, of all you possessed. It's a mess! And the message is scrawled on the wall. It says God bless America! God bless what's left. And what's right? And what's wrong? Well, we still have the songs - but where are you Gershwin now that we need you? God how we need you... And down in the city of heartbreak and needles, a needle is rammed and a new dream begins. And the subway's a hospital - beds on the tracks. And the victims are cracked under bandages, wrapped in their oxygen tents. Looking tense because the doctor's demented and holding a pin... and if they cry out, he'll hammer it in. Yes, Gershwin is grinning Come Join Me! God how I need you right now... Watch Washington wash in what's left of the Whitehouse. Hear Hendrix make love to his ghost. Hear Abraham, Marin and John sing a song as they snip at your hair, as they butter their toast. Fred Astaire sings along as he skips down the stairs of the Pentagon. Gone! It's all gone the American dream. ... Christ, it's only a dream. But where are you, George? Now that we need you...

femme mirage
I rise from sleep, as a ray strokes my shoulder. Wishing to walk unveiled to the world - my flesh on view. These things stand in our way - the cold of the earth, the state of our minds. And the camouflage. The sticky threads that communicate the meaningless in a thousand different ways. My voice shuns your honey words on hour glass shapes. On the fragile, unreal, objects of desire. The words don't flow, neither the feelings. No more ink on wood to betray my thoughts. Just this - a cry on the dark side.