by The Legendary Pink Dots on album Malachai (Shadow Weaver, Part 2)

We bring the day, so cease your lonely mourning. The shadows shrink away and leave without a warning, gone in the blink of an eye, gone with the wind that subsides. We bring life. We fill the deathly

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Lovers

Smash me into little pieces, put me in a cup, add sugar, stir me, warm me up, and drink me. I want to get inside you. I want to light your heart. I want to lick your secret valleys, slide through alle

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head - tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

Billy was a car crash - all he ever knew was pain. Lived a milli-milli- milli-second; never born again. Though no one saw him coming, plenty witnessed his remains - laid a wreath yet they never knew h

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album Malachai (Shadow Weaver, Part 2)

We bring the day, so cease your lonely mourning. The shadows shrink away and leave without a warning, gone in the blink of an eye, gone with the wind that subsides. We bring life. We fill the deathly

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

If God was egg, if six were nine... If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making. If we'd never taken anything, but only given... If we could forgive, forget and rearrange

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album Malachai (Shadow Weaver, Part 2)

We bring the day, so cease your lonely mourning. The shadows shrink away and leave without a warning, gone in the blink of an eye, gone with the wind that subsides. We bring life. We fill the deathly

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album Island of Jewels

In Cut Throat Lane the chains were swinging. Iron boots with blades on springs were lancing. Silver dance. The ghetto ballerinas tiptoed, blasting. Rattlesnake Arena burning red black red black. The g

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We flex and count the tumours on our hands--spreading

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album Malachai (Shadow Weaver, Part 2)

We bring the day, so cease your lonely mourning. The shadows shrink away and leave without a warning, gone in the blink of an eye, gone with the wind that subsides. We bring life. We fill the deathly

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

Silent as the final hour heralding a quake, we cut the wire . . . We slipped the guard, sprayed "LOVE" across the barricades. As searchlights swooped and froze and failed to isolate a trace of life ou

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head - tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We flex and count the tumours on our hands--spreading

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

Silent as the final hour heralding a quake, we cut the wire . . . We slipped the guard, sprayed "LOVE" across the barricades. As searchlights swooped and froze and failed to isolate a trace of life ou

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head - tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head - tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Golden Age

In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks they're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo- ga-chew!) Tube train claims its fifteenth vict

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Golden Age

In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks they're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo- ga-chew!) Tube train claims its fifteenth vict

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

If God was egg, if six were nine... If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making. If we'd never taken anything, but only given... If we could forgive, forget and rearrange

by The Legendary Pink Dots on album The Maria Dimension

If God was egg, if six were nine... If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making. If we'd never taken anything, but only given... If we could forgive, forget and rearrange