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The Legendary Pink Dots

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    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
    I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty - (4:30)  -  1,928 plays
  2.  
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    We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that
    leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the
    dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your
    dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent
    lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just
    Disturbance - (5:28)  -  1,506 plays
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    Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed
    through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We
    were dining on the wreckage - white napkins round our necks, we took our
    plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset turned
    the desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion.
    Pennies for Heaven - (4:19)  -  1,657 plays
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    New martyrs swinging in the wind. The dead eyes searching for messiahs in
    the stars. The bodies carrying the scars of no confession, no concession.
    No sympathy. The laughter from the front row buzzing loudly now in bars,
    over chicken in a basket, in the darkest corners of the Central Station.
    Passing round the spirit that drove Rommel to his desert hole, smashed
    Third Secret - (4:28)  -  1,273 plays
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    We will sow the seeds together. We shall feed the fertile ground. We will
    wait then we shall gather fruits to feed our hungry mouths. We'll feast,
    we'll toast the one who sends the storm, who shapes the corn. We line the
    circles. In the Fall, we fall...... Come the dawn he'll strech his hands
    and take the last born to the land beyond our tidy tidy lawns, and no, no
    The Grain Kings - (8:17)  -  1,173 plays
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