Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy 

«Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
«Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth .»




words by Ian Curtis
music by Joy Division

Here are the young men,
a weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men,
well where have they been?




play by Raymond
music by Theatre of Tragedy & Pal Bjastad

«There hath past away a glore fro the earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men demented - blinfolded by light,
Flourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths.»




poem by Raymond
music by Theatre of Tragedy

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionlessly it quivereth,
Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
My Muse,




text von Raymond
musik von Theatre of Tragedy

der spiegel,
in dem ich die schatten seh';
das schwarze licht, welches mein schlo? verschlie?t




play by Raymond
music by Theatre of Tragedy

my eyes hold the eventide,
thro' which I 'hold naught else
but the raven;
sleep my dearest ones -
mind not the palling velvet darkness




play by Raymond
music by Theatre of Tragedy

my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of life's machinery!




lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy

Broken bottles, and a broken nose
No reason not to lounge in a pose
I could stand in shade light and laugh at you
You were wrong - it’s happened to you too




Space age pioneers
Exploring the outer spheres
Stars, planets, cosmos
Sterne, Planeten Kosmos




lyrics by Raymond I. Rohonyi
music by Theatre of Tragedy

Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else
Never try yourself
Restore you
Tick-tock clock and teddy boys
Bop ‘till you're fagged out
Open windows shout
She wore me, she wore you