This is the first music video I ever made... It's for The Legendary Pink Dots' song, "Just a Lifetime" and was shot in California in the late 90s on 16mm film. This surviving copy is from a VHS dub, but it's still worth seeing. (Note: there is no footage of the band in this video). + Informações

from Asylum 1985 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 deathbird 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 an 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.. + Informações

The Maria Dimension 1991 Belladona. Sea blue marshmallow eyes. Belladonna sees you - it's just a disguise. She sees nothing but grey. Belladonna. Ice cool, shaken not stirred. Belladonna. Whisper only the word and she would wash the day away... And as I faded through the years, she found an answer to the tears. It wasn't wise, but no, no humble mortal ever matched these eyes. Belladonna - pretty name for a slave. Belladonna. Starburst - shouts from the grave "I'll remember our dawn.". + Informações

Any Day Now, 1988 The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed. The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst. The fur balls flying, trees were dying-- dandelions were crippled, bald . . . We saw it all in colour-- now we're waiting for the cloud. A mother forcefed baby milk which ticked and bubbled black. She sank it back with plastic pills although it stank . . . seemed thankful. Rolled up in her sack, she won't be back, she won't grow old . . We saw it all in colour-- now we're waiting for the cloud. And crocodiles were sprouting wings. Dead sheep filled the fields. The children rode on locusts and threw slings at anything that could be killed and eaten raw. No weeping sore, no claws, no balls . . . We saw it all in colour, now we're waiting for the cloud. We're told it could be 15 days, we're busy digging holes . . . The deep ones for the pure, selected-- shallow ones for old and sick, the derelicts, the poor, the junkies, criminals, the whores. There's more, there's red and yellow, black and blue. There's me, there's you. (Waiting for the cloud.). + Informações

From "PLUTONIUM BLONDE" by The Legendary Pink Dots available October 7 on ROIR. + Informações

www.legendarypinkdots.org from the album "The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse" (1990) I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window. Eyes aimed high, but unfocused... sure, you never noticed me. You always wore the same dress; always bore the same expression: "It's a loveless world so what's the point of looking? Let it be..." I considered throwing roses, thought I'd maybe wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection but, there's a snag. It's my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation. In my fear... that's the way it's been for years. That's the way it will always be.... + Informações

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The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse, 1990. + Informações

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 end of time . . .. + Informações

The Maria Dimension, 1991 Colliding in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don't. Tonight I'm dressed in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless, crying in my wine through happy hour; trace the lines that crawl across my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes searching for a space that's warm enough to take them through the night. There's only black & white. Express. We never touch, we only press. Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that I'll protect you if you'd only look into my eyes. Chose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes down for Cheraderama!. + Informações

The Maria Dimension, 1991. + Informações

You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette... with sihlouettes of statuettes. We're ice behind a window. Would you be my widow? Would you even be my wife? Life's not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and coffees. Therapy, I've had enough of - I 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? Why the teasers? 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...). + Informações

Hallway of the Gods, 1997 She was so sad [she was so sad] No word of comfort really registered [so sad] No friendly hand could steady her [she was so sad] There was no contact, no consideration Penetration [she was so sad] We stood there watching from our observation post Now here's a finger, here's a little line We'll take you in, we'll guide you home Now here's a finger, here's a little line We'll take you in, we'll guide you home [So sad] 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 She is so beautiful tonight She is so beautiful tonight She is so beautiful tonight.. + Informações

Live at Friburg. + Informações

One of my favorite Pink Dots track, from the album Under Triple Moons. + Informações

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From the 2008 album "Plutonium Blonde". + Informações

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Live recorded November 2005 at "Underground" Cologne, latest band member setup with Edward Ka-Spel, The Silverman, Niels van Hoorn, Martijn de Kleer, Raymond Steeg. + Informações

The Maria Dimension, 1991. + Informações

Any Day Now, 1988 Chicken wings, and diamond rings--there's anything I'd give to you. I'd ride a tiger, walk a wire--wall to wall--yes, all for you. And if you asked I'd wear an iron mask. Oh! I'd chew glass for you. All for you . . . Pick a cloud, I'll fly--I'd drink the ocean dry for you. If love is really blind, I'd pluck out both my eyes for you. There's nothing I wouldn't try for you . . . (And still you say you love me as you pull the screens and pump the morphine and I'll float up like a little ball. And maybe you think I'm not listening as you scream and scream--but rest assured, I hear every word!). + Informações

A Homage To Neu! 1998 Note: Best viewed with a pair of 3D glasses.. + Informações

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.''. + Informações