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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.\nP
EXTD=roduced by Pink Dots and Frank Verschuuren\nEngineered by Frank V
EXTD=erschuuren\nLine up:  Qa'Sepel... voice/keyboards/destroyed lyre 
EXTD=\n             Silverman...keyboards\n             Nils Van Hoorn
EXTD=blower...horns, flute, electric horns\n             Ryan Moore...
EXTD=acoustic & electric guitar, bass & drums,\n                      
EXTD=           theremin\n             Atwyn...elctric guitar, squelch
EXTD= bass on 'Harvest \n                        Babies'\n            
EXTD= Frank Verschuuren...sound devices\n             Nienke...lady vo
EXTD=ice on 'Sterre'\n             Calyxx...little voice on 'Saucers'\n
EXTD=Covered up by EL CODMAY !!!\n                        Sterrekrazhn
EXTD=alivshijar-h akhemnis\n\nContact: lpd centraal, postbus 38253, 65
EXTD=03 AG Nijmegen, NL\n(please include 2 internation reply coupons)\n
EXTD=\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\ntranscribed by Gerald Turner and J-me Sena
EXTT0=Thats Greenland down below... Think of igloos, snow... Thirty \n
EXTT0=plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you... Take cover \n
EXTT0=as you fly cocooned  across thie fragile globe, because you \nca
EXTT0=n never rise above it. You better pay the earth you're mute \nre
EXTT0=spect cus you never learned to love it or to have, to \ncherish,
EXTT0= to hold... Until death when we provide the great \nprovider... 
EXTT0=i hope they'll never hide me in a brick,\nunnumbered, neatly fix
EXTT0=ed (Press HERE for pearls of wisdom...)\nEveryday this stone rot
EXTT0=ates so be content, I'm listening. I'm\netched upon a plate... i
EXTT0=t's disinfected so don't you look away. \nYou're really unprotec
EXTT0=ted and i sense the train of hot hyenas \nlicking at your heels.
EXTT0= I see the flock of hungry hawks close in \naround this plane. t
EXTT0=here is no sanctuary 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 \n
EXTT1=that never made it. Techonolepers, cyberchumps, prosthetic \npau
EXTT1=pers plunging pillars ub your pocket... And if I jump when\nyou'
EXTT1=re feeling sore... and if I dance when you're feeling bored...\n
EXTT1=and if i serve you when you're lazy, lying limp across the \nflo
EXTT1=or, will you inject a little joy into my stick? Will you respect
EXTT1=\nme in the morning?
EXTT2=She was so sad. No word of comfort relay registered. No \nfriend
EXTT2=ly hand could steady her.  There was no contact, no\nconsiderati
EXTT2=on, penetration or hope. We stood here watching \nfrom our obser
EXTT2=vation post. Now here's a finger, here's a little \nline - we'll
EXTT2= take you in, we'll guide you home... But with two\nenormous win
EXTT2=gs, she left us standing, reaching for a ghost.\nAnd on this mel
EXTT2=oncholy night, there is a star that stands \nalone. Far beyond t
EXTT2=he constellations, far removed from \nhighest heaven; cast aside
EXTT2= and still we only watch but, my oh my, \nshe's beautiful tonigh
EXTT2=t.
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 \n
EXTT3=my desperate friend had tried top climb in vain. They felt his\n
EXTT3=pulse, they swept him clean away. Oh you fucking fool - you\nlef
EXTT3=t us carrying your useless pain and now we're trapped\nhere unti
EXTT3=l we die. Remains. The residue. (Is it you???)
EXTT4=Somewhere in the distance there's a figure standing proudly.\nAr
EXTT4=ms raised towards the heavens, she's commanding space\nand time 
EXTT4=to crack. It's raining. It's alarming. I see mountains \non thei
EXTT4=r backs. The blood red river rises. Armies on all sides\nassaili
EXTT4=ng all that creeps. Should I stand here like a sheep and \ndye a
EXTT4= target on the space between my eyes? Should I run?\nShould i sl
EXTT4=eep? Should I mumble words to she who sees my naked \nfrom all s
EXTT4=ides? Is it all a little late to start believing? Oh, I \nbeliev
EXTT4=e all sides... Oh, anything...
EXTT5=First he shivers, then he burns and waves his arms for our\natte
EXTT5=ntion. We drop our vague pretensions, form a circle and\napplaud
EXTT5=. And, praise the lord, we're throwing tokens 'til the \nfire hi
EXTT5=ts the sky. We fall in fits upon the woodpile and we shall\nscra
EXTT5=pe there until we die. Until we are reborn in light, glowing\nam
EXTT5=ber - annoying look across her eyes. Yet as wet as \nnewborn bab
EXTT5=ies. We have nothing left to hide. Take me as I \nam! Take us as
EXTT5= we are! 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\nM
EXTT6=arys. I can't look you in the eye because your hell is pressing\n
EXTT6=hard upon my head. You terrify me truly - you petrify me half to
EXTT6= \ndeath. You're telling me that you feel mysterious today. Walk
EXTT6=\nwith me... or may I walk with you? What does it take? Be with 
EXTT6=me...\nI can still remember being weightless, feeling free. I co
EXTT6=uld dance\nwithout a hundred fingers pointing, where the laughs 
EXTT6=were \nnever mean. And I know there's something out there. And I
EXTT6=\nknow I'm going to get there... please don't be mysterious \nto
EXTT6=day.
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EXTT8=
EXTT9=Your face seems so familiar. I'm sure we've met someplace\nbefor
EXTT9=e. It could be where lovers, maybe eye to eye in some...\nwar. W
EXTT9=ith pulling faces, screaming like two imbeciles, two \nracing ba
EXTT9=yonettes. We connect, it's unmistakeable. So don't \nyou look th
EXTT9=e other way. Don't lie back and pretend that you \nare sleeping.
EXTT9= This is something we're too deep in. We're \ndestined to repeat
EXTT9=. Come to me my lover. Speak to me \nmy enemy. You cannot run aw
EXTT9=ay from me - we're destined \nto repeat. Look this way my lover.
EXTT9= Speak to me, my enemy - \nwe're driftwood on an endless sea.
EXTT10=Here in this passage with the mist up to my knees - a frightene
EXTT10=d\nsavage pounding panels, I beat on every door I see but I\nge
EXTT10=t no answer. Yet I know I'm not alone 'cos I hear laughter\nand
EXTT10= I know it's all for me. And I know there's no returtning\nbeca
EXTT10=use the gods must be appeased, and, of the millions, \nthey nom
EXTT10=inated me. And I'll walk 'til they forget as we'd \nforget. I'm
EXTT10= all theirs to disrespect and I plea guilty. Call\nit 'murder b
EXTT10=y execution'. Call it criminal neglect... Just how\nmany false 
EXTT10=confession will it take me? Must I climb a mountain?\nMust I cr
EXTT10=y against a wall? Am I doomed marooned here in this\nhall... sh
EXTT10=ipwrecked in this gaping hole in time. In this lost\nmueseum th
EXTT10=at's forever closed inside. A place where nothing \ndies, it on
EXTT10=ly crumbles. Statues turn their backs and just \ncollapse in pi
EXTT10=les of ashes, fragments, remnants, ruins, trash...\nThey torche
EXTT10=d this temple years ago but they left ghosts to moan\non glowin
EXTT10=g coals, in a hall that leads to a hall that leads to a\nhall..
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