The Legendary Pink Dots
All the King's Horses

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Legendary Pink Dots - All the King's Horses

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2002

US CD Caciocavallo CAD028
PL CD Big Blue L-0132 (alternate cover)

  1. The Unlikely Event - [MP3]
  2. The Way I Feel Today - [MP3]
  3. 12th - [MP3]
  4. Our Dominion - [MP3]
  5. Chain Surfing - [MP3]
  6. Just Wave - [MP3]
  7. It's The Real Thing - [MP3]
  8. A Bargain At Twice The Price - [MP3]
  9. Daisy - [MP3]
  10. Birdie - [MP3]
  11. Lisa Goes Surfing - [MP3]
  12. Wax And Feathers - [MP3]

US LPx2 Caciocavallo CAL028

side a

  1. The Unlikely Event - [MP3]
  2. The Way I Feel Today - [MP3]
  3. 12th - [MP3]
  4. Our Dominion - [MP3]

side b

  1. Chain Surfing - [MP3]
  2. Just Wave - [MP3]
  3. It's The Real Thing - [MP3]
  4. A Bargain At Twice The Price - [MP3]
  5. Daisy - [MP3]

side c

  1. Birdie - [MP3]
  2. Lisa Goes Surfing - [MP3]
  3. Wax And Feathers - [MP3]

side d

  1. The Emergency Exit - [MP3]

Edward Ka-Spel - Voice, Keyboards
The Silverman - Keyboards, Electronics
Martijn de Kleer - Guitars, Violin
Niels van Hoorn - electric horns
Raymond Steeg - sound wizardry

"I never liked discussing my own lyrics. In the early days of the Pink Dots, I steadfastly refused to include lyric sheets with the albums, in the belief that a listener cannot enjoy or enter a piece of music if she or he is reading and listening at the same time. However, when those lyrics began to be transcribed poorly and sometimes misinterpreted, understandably, by the people who bought the albums, I was forced to relent. I began writing the words for "All the King's Horses" and sister album, "All the King's Men" (on ROIR), early in 2001 with The Unlikely Event. The piece outlined a scenario which could occur in a society increasingly obsessed with technology. A plane is about to crash and one of the unfortunate passengers feels the need to phone his wife on his mobile, only to receive her voice-mail. A runaway train was set in motion with that song. Pieces were written furiously throughout the rest of the year - before and after September 11th. As a result, "All the King's Horses" and "All the King's Men" appear thematic-- not by design, but on account of a body of work being made in a period when the World really did change. My silent wish is that this work leaves the listener hopeful. Even at a moment in time when only madmen of ALL creeds and colours seem to have the fate of this fragile planet in their hands. Let live." ~Edward Ka-spel~

The Legendary Pink Dots might be the best-kept secret of the independent music scene. The band has been playing together for more than 20 years without a single brush with the mainstream, occupying a nebulous space between gothic rock, the avant-garde, progressive rock, the "esoteric" and psychedelic rock. Too goth for the indie fans and too rock for the apocalyptic folk, the Pink Dots have fallen into an odd little niche where few are familiar with them and even magazines like The Wire seem unaware of their existence. It is said that the best environment for artists to produce great work is one in which no one gives a damn, and this could certainly be true for the Pink Dots. Over the course of their career, they have produced a huge catalog of worthwhile music, much of it totally out of step with its time, and always shot through with boundless experimentation and amazingly original soundworlds. The new simultaneous release of these two brand-new, full-length studio albums is certainly no exception. For longtime listeners of the Dots, it is a welcome return into the beautiful dread of Edward Ka-Spel's idiosyncratic poetry, Silverman's kaleidoscopic synths, Niels van Hoornblower's weaving flutes and Martijn de Kleer's swirling, effects-laden strings. 'All the King's Horses' and 'All the King's Men' mark a sort of turning point for the band. After losing drummer/guitarist/bassist Ryan Moore (of Twilight Circus Dub Sound System), the Dots have made a clear and deliberate step back from the heavy progressive rock influence of the last couple albums. The lack of live drumming has brought more programmed beats and drum machine back into the mix, and along with it an emphasis on more minimal, eerie compositions. Additionally, the violin solos of mid-80's albums like 'The Golden Age' and 'The Lovers' are back, in a somewhat more subtle form. This material bears more in common with Ka-Spel's solo albums, or early Pink Dots albums such as 'The Tower' than the fuzzy, psyched-out prog of recent albums like 'Nemesis Online' and 'A Perfect Mystery'. - Jonathan Dean, Brainwashed

THE UNLIKELY EVENT

I hope that you can hear me
Because they're screaming in the aisle...
The stewardess said "Turn that phone off!"
So I smiled...blew a smoke ring.

My neighbor sinks his head between his knees...
It's pushing 45 degrees.
Outside it's freezing,
Though God knows...

Now I need a drink...
Ah, bring it quick...

On Channel 9,
The dotted line
Stops short a mile away from Dallas...
But we're on a roll...
Shall dig a hole so deep that we'll strike oil!

Black gold, ah, that Texas tea...
It's 3:15...
I hear your voice mail...

Are you with your secret lover, Lover?

Just called to say goodbye...
I won't be home for dinner.

Goodbye...
Lay a wreath upon that grassy knoll for me...

Goodbye...

Goodbye...
Good luck. Be who you *want* to be...

THE WAY I FEEL TODAY

It's what you are.

Not who you are.

You'll toast your dissolution,
For it's what you represent.
They will sympathize, form grand illusions-
But flee with your descent.

Though this road must lead to ruin...
Yeah, they'll get you in the end...
Just keep on with what you're doing.
When the wind blows, you must bend.

Keep those steely eyes fixed forward...
Those hands locked on the wheel...
To hell with dignity, those grand illusions!
No one cares just how you feel...
Be decisive and acknowledge
This is one dirty fight!
Who knows...maybe...maybe...
You can hang on for a while!

Just the way I feel today...

12TH

Black marble seals the pit
And I can see my face in it...
Now pose beside the flame that lasts forever.

So fetching in your Autumn dress...
Just raise the hem a little less...
Be dignified. This is a somber moment.

Upon the count of three
Sail pale confetti on the breeze...
Each flake of pastel paper
Has a name on...not forgotten.

And I'd like to pin the blame on nameless faces...
Covered, rotten.

Limb for limb
And through the knees...
God, I wish that they were millipedes...
A hypodermic mercy won't appease me.

This one's for Guy Schlesinger...
A jovial young messenger
Who tripped and nearly kissed a girl
Then spilled the sequel, drenched in detail.

They're still searching...
I know he died a virgin.
Mary, treat him well,
For deep inside, the Prince of Dreams still sleeps...

And this one makes me weep.
A clover leaf that's red but ripped.

Still I hear him whisper:
"Best to live...and let live..."

LET LIVE.

By whose grace do we stand here now...
Granted this extension?
Did you just forget to mention both our names?

And by what name should be bid you
When you hide and whisper riddles...
From the blind side to your deaf ear
We are screaming: "Leave us be!"

LET LIVE.

OUR DOMINION

From 15 shades of dog's dust,
We fell in fields of flowers.
Felt like dancing in the dusk,
But didn't have the power.
Now we had a place...
It wasn't much, but it was ours...
We called it Our Dominion.

Built a cabin on a crest...
Spent evenings in your eyes.
You'd tell me tales of noble quests...
I'd sing you lullabys...
We'd sleep beneath those triple moons
Entwined beside the fire.
Truly, Our Dominion.

And from a cloudless sky
Our friends descended
Wearing silver wings.
They'd heard the sound of distant laughter
Read our thoughts in smoky rings...
Sure enough, they liked it here...
Sure enough, they all moved in...
They called it their extension.

Someone said "Get organized! We'll prosper if we scheme!"
He opened a casino, he pumped fluoride in the stream...
They named a plaza in his honour...
Shit, they keep it clean.

From each and every angle, highways grew from holes in hell...
They numbered all the houses, built a thousand black hotels...
Demolished our poor cabin, we relocated to a cell.
We called it "space"...

They taxed the air, the earth, the little birds up in the trees...
They fined us for a kiss in public, we paid up when we sneezed...
And soon the place was richer than Pope Pious Avocado III...
And all his dominion...

The city climbed the mountain,
The mountain sped on skateboards
To the sea...
They lined up, mouthed a dozen Holy Marys on their knees....
The waters opened wide, they planted flags
And in they dived...

Time to fly away again
Was all too claustrophobic...
We shuffled to the park...
But it was fence-to-fence aerobics...
Thunder clapped, it rained black boiling bile
And we fled soaking...
Back...

Still there is a place deep down inside your soul
Where only I can go...
There's a place deep down inside my soul
Where you can go...

Call it "Home"...

Our Dominion...

Our Dominion...

Our Dominion...

Our Dominion...

Our Dominion...

CHAIN SURFING

Jesus, will you pity this insomniac?
It's almost dawn, there's nothing on TV...
The fridge is empty...finished my last cigarette...
I'm fishing in the ashtray on my knees...

Chain surfing...

Chain surfing...

Times like this I need some real distraction
Switch to my PC and read the mail...
There you are again in Madagascar...
Seems it's revolution once again...

Chain surfing...

Chain surfing...

JUST WAVE

(Instrumental)

IT'S THE REAL THING

I'm a tourist at the poorest place on earth.
I've got a straw hat, palm tree shirt...
Throw a cent, they'll lick you...
Bring you monkey on a stick...

Watch them, they will try to rob you blind!
Got to read those tell-tale signs...
Never take their word...
Deep down, they know they're here to serve

Sun King...

Hear me hum "God Save The Queen"
Line them up rows age 13...
I'll take a dozen, Farmer
Five cadavers baked in lava...

Evening you can hear hills come alive
Natives gallop over mines
Like it was Marlboro Country
Sad it never touches me...

Master...

Bwana...

I'll take a brandy on the rocks
Your shrunken head packed in a box...
Something to take home to mother!

A BARGAIN AT TWICE THE PRICE

Cost effected
Disinfected
Stainless, painless
Safe within these walls...

I watch the world go by
The axes fall
The hours fly...

My shrinking planet
Packed outside
Creeps closer...
Faces pressed upon the window
Of this box I watch...

The window of this box I watch from...

Arms for lepers
Coins are dropped in hats
Don't mock the low-lifes, baby
Armed with rare disease

One sneeze, you'll catch your death...
Your box, my baby...

Come inside...come inside...

Inside...inside this box
Over here it's clean...
Now watch with me!
Stay with me!
Sweet dreams we'll have...

Ah, you'll see...
You'll see!

DAISY

Daisy gave us daisies
On a daily basis...
That's so nice!

BIRDIE

Twelve hours since the exodus...
Streets are running red three blocks away.
They strapped the TV to the car.
They packed the microwave...

The DVDs, the fish cakes and the beer...
Knives and forks, garden shears...
But left me here...

Still I'll sing for you...sing for you
So pretty in my cage...
I will sing for you...I'll sing for you...
Be patient, it's a sad song...

When Captain Thunder claps his hands,
It's time for us to flee.
It doesn't matter what you're doing.
Never mind what's on TV.

Father spoke these words of wisdom
And we listened patiently.
But when it happened...

No one noticed me!

Still I'll sing for you...sing for you...
So pretty in this cage...
I will sing for you...I'll sing for you...
Be patient, it's a sad song...

Sing for you...sing for you
So precious in my cage...
I will sing for you...I'll sing for you
Be patient, it's a sad song...

Swear I heard the striking of a match, the rustle of a plastic bag
And wondered: Did they think of me? Were they back?
But here it's empty...only little me...neighbor's cat...

But I'll sing for you...sing for you...
So pretty in my cage...
I will sing for you...I'll sing for you...
Be patient, it's a sad song!

Sing for you...sing for you...
So precious in this cage...
I will sing for you...I'll sing for you...
Be patient, it's a sad song!

LISA GOES SURFING

When this frail body falls to bits
I'm prostrate gasping like a fish...
Remember that my dying wish is:
Freeze me!

Doesn't matter where I am:
Upon this bed, a frying pan!
I'll pay you if you'll be a lamb and
Freeze me!

The rotor blades sure made a mess
But still they did their level best -
They wrapped her in her favorite dress and
Froze her!

As centuries passed,
So we evolved.
We walked on clouds...we hid in holes...
The ocean claimed the land...behold!
We now live under water!

One fine liquid morning came an iceberg to my door...
Inside an ancient princess pleaded: "Let me thaw!"

Now she's balanced on my head...
I swim on high...she takes a breath...
The conversation's living death...
It's all beneath the surface!

Sometimes, I can touch her hand...
Sometimes I'm a holy man!
She's even got a stunning tan...
I'm glad to be of service!

WAX AND FEATHERS

Sometimes feel a little dizzy
Poised upon this crest...
Far down below the city slumbers
I'm sure they'd be impressed...

Because these wings are here to show them why
There's nothing left to fear.
And we're in sympathetic hands
That hold us dear.

I know you look at me and mutter:
"Can faith be so blind?"
While I paint circles 'round your steeple,
You'll be searching for the line
That holds me up...
That keeps the certainty imprinted on my eyes...
I'll be fine...fine...fine.

Sure, I've read the history books...
That's why I fly by night...
Because you'd lock me in the closet,
Call the faceless men in white...

But I'll be here tomorrow
Rest assured, I shall be sane...
I will do it once again...

Maybe just a pile of feathers...
A crusty pot of wax...
See me sweep across your desperate horizon
So relax...

If I fly away and look for demons plotting in a cave...

Just wave...wave....