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# Copyright (C) 1993-1997  Ti Kan
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DISCID=8e0ec00b
DTITLE=The Legendary Pink Dots / Hallway of the Gods
TTITLE0=On High
TTITLE1=Mekkanikk
TTITLE2=Sterre
TTITLE3=Spike
TTITLE4=All Sides
TTITLE5=Harvest Babies
TTITLE6=Lucifer Landed
TTITLE7=The Hanged Man
TTITLE8=The Saucers are Coming
TTITLE9=Destined to Repeat
TTITLE10=Hallway
EXTD=Recorded at Studio Klaverland 1996/1997\nElements of 'All Sides' 
EXTD=& 'The Hanged Man' recorded at the \n  Miller Block Vancouver.\nPr
EXTD=oduced by Pink Dots and Frank Verschuuren\nEngineered by Frank Ve
EXTD=rschuuren\nLine up:  Qa'Sepel... voice/keyboards/destroyed lyre \n
EXTD=             Silverman...keyboards\n             Nils Van Hoornbl
EXTD=ower...horns, flute, electric horns\n             Ryan Moore...ac
EXTD=oustic & electric guitar, bass & drums,\n                        
EXTD=         theremin\n             Atwyn...elctric guitar, squelch b
EXTD=ass on 'Harvest \n                        Babies'\n             Fr
EXTD=ank Verschuuren...sound devices\n             Nienke...lady voice
EXTD= on 'Sterre'\n             Calyxx...little voice on 'Saucers'\nCov
EXTD=ered up by EL COD
\n\n                             SING WHILE YOU 
EXTD=MAY !!!\n                        Sterrekrazhnalivshijar-h akhemni
EXTD=s\n\nContact: lpd centraal, postbus 38253, 6503 AG Nijmegen, NL\n(p
EXTD=lease include 2 internation reply coupons)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ntranscribed b
EXTD=y Gerald Turner and J-me Sena
EXTT0=Thats Greenland down below... Think of igloos, snow... Thirty \np
EXTT0=lus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you... Take cover \nas
EXTT0= you fly cocooned  across thie fragile globe, because you \ncan n
EXTT0=ever rise above it. You better pay the earth you're mute \nrespec
EXTT0=t cus you never learned to love it or to have, to \ncherish, to h
EXTT0=old... Until death when we provide the great \nprovider... i hope
EXTT0= they'll never hide me in a brick,\nunnumbered, neatly fixed (Pre
EXTT0=ss HERE for pearls of wisdom...)\nEveryday this stone rotates so 
EXTT0=be content, I'm listening. I'm\netched upon a plate... it's disin
EXTT0=fected so don't you look away. \nYou're really unprotected and i 
EXTT0=sense the train of hot hyenas \nlicking at your heels. I see the 
EXTT0=flock of hungry hawks close in \naround this plane. there is no s
EXTT0=anctuary and everyone around \nyou is insane.
EXTT1=My robotic afterlife was tainted with rejection. I'd gaze at my\n
EXTT1=reflection and see rust. Let's form a club for all the clones \nt
EXTT1=hat never made it. Techonolepers, cyberchumps, prosthetic \npaupe
EXTT1=rs plunging pillars ub your pocket... And if I jump when\nyou're 
EXTT1=feeling sore... and if I dance when you're feeling bored...\nand 
EXTT1=if i serve you when you're lazy, lying limp across the \nfloor, w
EXTT1=ill you inject a little joy into my stick? Will you respect\nme i
EXTT1=n the morning?
EXTT2=She was so sad. No word of comfort relay registered. No \nfriendl
EXTT2=y hand could steady her.  There was no contact, no\nconsideration
EXTT2=, penetration or hope. We stood here watching \nfrom our observat
EXTT2=ion post. Now here's a finger, here's a little \nline - we'll tak
EXTT2=e you in, we'll guide you home... But with two\nenormous wings, s
EXTT2=he left us standing, reaching for a ghost.\nAnd on this melonchol
EXTT2=y night, there is a star that stands \nalone. Far beyond the cons
EXTT2=tellations, far removed from \nhighest heaven; cast aside and sti
EXTT2=ll we only watch but, my oh my, \nshe's beautiful tonight.
EXTT3=H with a capital Hate, out catching souls and drilling holes and
EXTT3=\nit can make you feel like Jesus 'til the sword gets driven in. 
EXTT3=\nStepped over on the homneless night, they sprayed the wall \nmy 
EXTT3=desperate friend had tried top climb in vain. They felt his\npuls
EXTT3=e, they swept him clean away. Oh you fucking fool - you\nleft us 
EXTT3=carrying your useless pain and now we're trapped\nhere until we d
EXTT3=ie. Remains. The residue. (Is it you???)
EXTT4=Somewhere in the distance there's a figure standing proudly.\nArm
EXTT4=s raised towards the heavens, she's commanding space\nand time to
EXTT4= crack. It's raining. It's alarming. I see mountains \non their b
EXTT4=acks. The blood red river rises. Armies on all sides\nassailing a
EXTT4=ll that creeps. Should I stand here like a sheep and \ndye a targ
EXTT4=et on the space between my eyes? Should I run?\nShould i sleep? S
EXTT4=hould I mumble words to she who sees my naked \nfrom all sides? I
EXTT4=s it all a little late to start believing? Oh, I \nbelieve all si
EXTT4=des... Oh, anything...
EXTT5=First he shivers, then he burns and waves his arms for our\natten
EXTT5=tion. We drop our vague pretensions, form a circle and\napplaud. 
EXTT5=And, praise the lord, we're throwing tokens 'til the \nfire hits 
EXTT5=the sky. We fall in fits upon the woodpile and we shall\nscrape t
EXTT5=here until we die. Until we are reborn in light, glowing\namber -
EXTT5= annoying look across her eyes. Yet as wet as \nnewborn babies. W
EXTT5=e have nothing left to hide. Take me as I \nam! Take us as we are
EXTT5=! Take things as they come! Take it all!
EXTT6="Dance for me!" he calls out from the fence but we just shake\na 
EXTT6=little. "Fall for me!" We fall and make our amends with holy\nMar
EXTT6=ys. I can't look you in the eye because your hell is pressing\nha
EXTT6=rd upon my head. You terrify me truly - you petrify me half to \n
EXTT6=death. You're telling me that you feel mysterious today. Walk\nwi
EXTT6=th me... or may I walk with you? What does it take? Be with me..
EXTT6=.\nI can still remember being weightless, feeling free. I could d
EXTT6=ance\nwithout a hundred fingers pointing, where the laughs were \n
EXTT6=never mean. And I know there's something out there. And I\nknow I
EXTT6='m going to get there... please don't be mysterious \ntoday.
EXTT7=
EXTT8=
EXTT9=Your face seems so familiar. I'm sure we've met someplace\nbefore
EXTT9=. It could be where lovers, maybe eye to eye in some...\nwar. Wit
EXTT9=h pulling faces, screaming like two imbeciles, two \nracing bayon
EXTT9=ettes. We connect, it's unmistakeable. So don't \nyou look the ot
EXTT9=her way. Don't lie back and pretend that you \nare sleeping. This
EXTT9= is something we're too deep in. We're \ndestined to repeat. Come
EXTT9= to me my lover. Speak to me \nmy enemy. You cannot run away from
EXTT9= me - we're destined \nto repeat. Look this way my lover. Speak t
EXTT9=o me, my enemy - \nwe're driftwood on an endless sea.
EXTT10=Here in this passage with the mist up to my knees - a frightened
EXTT10=\nsavage pounding panels, I beat on every door I see but I\nget no
EXTT10= answer. Yet I know I'm not alone 'cos I hear laughter\nand I kno
EXTT10=w it's all for me. And I know there's no returtning\nbecause the 
EXTT10=gods must be appeased, and, of the millions, \nthey nominated me.
EXTT10= And I'll walk 'til they forget as we'd \nforget. I'm all theirs 
EXTT10=to disrespect and I plea guilty. Call\nit 'murder by execution'. 
EXTT10=Call it criminal neglect... Just how\nmany false confession will 
EXTT10=it take me? Must I climb a mountain?\nMust I cry against a wall? 
EXTT10=Am I doomed marooned here in this\nhall... shipwrecked in this ga
EXTT10=ping hole in time. In this lost\nmueseum that's forever closed in
EXTT10=side. A place where nothing \ndies, it only crumbles. Statues tur
EXTT10=n their backs and just \ncollapse in piles of ashes, fragments, r
EXTT10=emnants, ruins, trash...\nThey torched this temple years ago but 
EXTT10=they left ghosts to moan\non glowing coals, in a hall that leads 
EXTT10=to a hall that leads to a\nhall...
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