Applecart - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
the last chance (Remastered).mp3
be at rest (Remastered) (1).mp3
turn over the applecart (Remastered).mp3
box of tricks (Remastered).mp3
east and west (Remastered).mp3
Sleeve Notes
I built a ballad high so I could watch you walk on by I listened to bluebirds in the sky and heard their songs as your sigh I played a song to die I heard the truth in your cries Wore a mask but not a lie There was nothing I could deny And away you fly. Deep rivers deep rivers we swim those waters Lock up your sons lock up your daughters Love is a last chance and deadly and solemn Comes all the way from the top to the bottom There are mountains here And faces of fear and trembling lears from a heart so dear But what is always clear the songs that endear hope in the ear we all can hear held tight and near. Who listens to the songs who will right the wrongs who will hold on long after the day has gone and refuses to tarry along or shine light for long and disputes the one meaning that's our bond buckles us and prolongs Deep rivers deep rivers we swim those waters Lock up your sons lock up your daughters Love is a last chance and deadly and solemn Comes all the way from the top to the bottom The time on the road coming now to rest like songbirds finding their nest and we're strange and lost, tempest tossed and ragged but unburdened and caressed See the comedy and the strange shape we make of time and destiny as if we're not really awake but dreaming some dream things coming in reverse we're all cuckoos and spectres and hatched and cursed secrets on the scaffold and maniacs in love outside our own creatures and mysterious doves. Deep rivers deep rivers we swim those waters Lock up your sons lock up your daughters Love is a last chance and deadly and solemn Comes all the way from the top to the bottom Deposit your orphans and leave them be there are convicts and hustlers and you and me Volumes need saying but we're out here and free If you're looking for something there's nothing here to see Go down to the docks and look out to the sea Wry crafty and blank it's the place where we'll flee for a long time coming and then you'll decree your ineffable beauty between here and your knee scorned and forgotten disdained like Donne's flea I'm the hillbilly dark fiddling roosters and banshees the old hen cackling on the lane near the old oak tree Deep rivers deep rivers we swim those waters Lock up your sons lock up your daughters Love is a last chance and deadly and solemn Comes all the way from the top to the bottom spookier lives have been lived. this is spooky though. I'm a talking bird. You're a mountain hollow. Everything gets linked up. tales of lovers in flight. the air grows heavy. The sounds as old as the stories. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. The prosaic is an ancient witness. The performance is all fate. who shoots who? disasters are always what great songs are about. But they act them out. Repeat them again and again. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. I'm not sure who owns anything anymore. I wake up always between one and two. Over my coffin place a snow white dove to warn the world I died for love . I like that song and want a waltz song dirge sometimes. death has a sting and it's not confusing and it's not a question any more, Some jokes are fearsome and implacable. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. I have a weak spirit and flesh. You 're breaking into pieces but still impatient with your nature. who knows you exactly? Who know why you're here? Wishes and fears and difficulties. What is your most extreme fantasy? Can you face it? Could you even whistle it? Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. I never want to be a mole in the ground. I don't rock any cradle nor sing any song. these are the echoes. Are we really wanting to know? the carnival is coming. I'll be your kewpie doll. Klieg light. Boiler. Rotating wheel. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. There are unseen forces and we have to shape them like mannequins. Everything followed by a whisky crock. Confused and frightened. A loose land of pitfalls and crying shame. Everything is sucked up and laid bare. The weeping is everywhere. The ground shakes and isn't necessarily under your feet anymore. There's a startled charm and prisons, death, powers. push your horses along the lonely road. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. See the winter hedgerows covered in frost. Here no one can see the sad old face. Chanting and moaning the grave is waiting. The grave is waiting. Give me all your love and be true to the abandonment. These moments carry us. Way down the road they can do that. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. You are the snow white dove you are the restless motion between heaven and earth. You hear tolling bells. I'll ring it. I can be ultimate . You can sweep it all up. Stare and tremble. You crack a smile even whilst weeping. You're implacable and everything that's anything. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Carry us on. Kiss and stay and be at rest. Kiss and hold on through the tempest. Stare and tremble. The New sensorium, welcome. Old Time Music. The truest most abandoned moments are those where the land is a vast expanse where no one has been there before, nor been so indifferent. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. There are times when you have a sense that the symbols have meanings that wont be enclosed. Days are just gestures in Hawthorneville. Poetown. Melvilleburg. Liberation comes in great messages. Little somethings you want to relate. For the fish to bite you need good bait. Dock Bogg's nihilism kind of a repeating show. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. Who's that over there playing banjo? Who's that carrying her load? These are the miners I grew up alongside. Geese turn into angels and never die. Vegetables and the deathly roses you have all grown in bowers in your brain. Plagues and legends come and make facts traditional. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. People are coming with starched hminds. Already dead. No mystery. You don't know the mind of God. Not even when it's all over and finished. The tasks of the gods exercised within is strange and inside the ancient anthology. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. Ghosts dances and rabbit brown. Lovers can't die though they often be killed or suicides. This is where the only true valid deaths are. Don't underestimate my strangeness. I'm the unspoken premise. Recall that only dead people can come back from there. I out dreamed the devil and his lusts and dangers. I grovel before you like a warning against fate. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. All the songs worth a dime are older than the singer. You are the critical fragment. The infinite performance. I saw you like the dark holler from denial. You're my sermon and second coming. Second time around. Rise and fall. Dip and waver. The willful irascibility of voice and lust and love. Heaven and nature looms up as a solitary figure. is it you? Panpipes and true. Historical oracles and sexy miracles. High lilting songs older than any of the oldest wrongs. in kill devil hills they left flowers for the slain children burning and the mother who killed them and the father who killed himself and this is transgression and transcendence and tips you over, it tips you right over. No place that that could fail to be this. I'm in a primal event and the hymns reach the shore. Store up heaven for the lost and doomed the ones we're living for. And lust's a foundational thing, a sermon on the mount , where you and me are killers babe and all the stage recounts Take the byways and highways, the dances, songs and hymns Walk the long walks into darkness and mysterious things Catch the lights of the houses as they whisper in the dark Listen to the owls that call and the dogs that bark It's a cold cold place this earth we have as home It's a winter light and frightening and we shiver to the bone I'm in a primal event and the hymns reach the shore. Store up heaven for the lost and doomed the ones we're living for. And lust's a foundational thing, a sermon on the mount , where you and me are killers babe and all the stage recounts Fee fi fo fum hide and seek screaming to the sun jealousies and the crying night little jack horner dies in the fright 'm in a primal event and the hymns reach the shore. Store up heaven for the lost and doomed the ones we're living for. And lust's a foundational thing, a sermon on the mount , where you and me are killers babe and there's nothing to recount... nothing at all Fee fi fo fum hide and seek screaming to the sun jealousies and the crying night little jack horner dies in fright And lust's a foundational thing, a sermon on the mount , where you and me are killers babe and there's nothing to recount... nothing at all what were you looking for? mystery? Tracked melodies and phrases from a vulnerable place? I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. I was looking for others. These were better than foxes and hounds. Legacies. Fiddle music. Cajun chansons. cowboy laments. some people are devout in their retirements. others regale more than they ever had before. This is a half light. I'm reliving and rewriting strange music. I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. You've always heard these songs. contours of old styles. Hidden languages. all my decades fall into yours. There are always ghost lovers. Tell it with cunning. I'm a decayed object and have a history. Can there be dance music? These were snowstorms. Children might freeze to death. By the ferry there were captured rituals. I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. When will you make yourself a bride? I see everything as an allegory. I hand myself down from future generations. I'm older than any purpose. Any day. I could be a plague, an epoch and a ballad as old as can be. I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. who escapes justice. Well that's a good question. Murder and suicide seem like supernatural really. Mountain hollows . Love a disease. Death a cure. I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. I could be a demon lover and must be born again. Like Henry Lee. Then you'll see. The best of me. At your knee. I'm on the strangest shore and have nothing but mystery Sometimes the world's unnerving and a stifled creativity Dead languages are spoken by the wind and the tricksters who remember the dead and are notorious fixers of fables and lies and stories that aren't right Annie Besant and Blavatsky and all that shite cannibals and murderers dressed as if good howling their magic and waiting for the flood Listen to the drums as you lie in your room listen to the rituals and what's coming too soon Is a time and a day when you find you can't stand oh lie down my lovely and take my hand yes lie down my lovely and take my hand. Images of demons and the phantoms and terrors monks that once died and hound dogs and mirrors that steal your soul and leave you undead nosferatu and vampires and what Poe once said There are monsters and devils and someone's going to pay there are beatings and crying and here comes the day when no one is going to be able to stand all down we'll fall don't you understand? Listen to the drums as you lie in your room listen to the rituals and what's coming too soon Is a time and a day when you find you can't stand oh lie down my lovely and take my hand yes lie down my lovely and take my hand. There are horrible rumours and scandals and mystics there's little red riding and the shyster's tricks there's a fatal yearning and naked on a beach the snows falling on the tears on our cheeks I came from the north but so did you and you were the closest of all and sad and blue your eyes were haunted by the railroad tracks the years that you'd travelled without turning back Listen to the drums as you lie in your room listen to the rituals and what's coming too soon Is a time and a day when you find you can't stand oh lie down my lovely and take my hand yes lie down my lovely and take my hand. Listen to the drums as you lie in your room listen to the rituals and what's coming too soon Is a time and a day when you find you can't stand oh lie down my lovely and take my hand yes lie down my lovely and take my hand. There's not much difference between one person and another. Unsatisfied. Willful. Ornery. Displaced. Ambitious. Turned around. Contingent. On the run. Secret. Chained up. Pride in knowing things and a step past fear. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. hahahaha Freedoms and restraints. Strong crimes and punishments. Love and death hand in hand walking. Humour in tragedy. Still then. Speech and silence comes. Who wants this. To step forward and say their piece. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. I've got reflexes. No masters or slaves. Public executions. Suicides of passion. Lives are myths. The high pitch of life is a joke. Tumbling down. Whoever's in the big house doing his best we're in the graveyard and we're not at rest. gods and ghosts talking. dancers and drinkers and connections. Bones coming in through the skin and mouths are open. Its a weird time. Weird living. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. Counterpoints and contradictions. Manners plumb the souls. I make discoveries. You make plans. Is that my mask your wearing? You bet. My hand in your shorts. Your exile in my limbo. All homecomings turn out imaginary. It's not bad but we need sunglasses. Precautions never work. You're a live wire and a reconstruction. I'm the faked identity worth believing in. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. hahahahaWhat looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. I'm living in an unmarked grave. Is this a decoder box? I gave away my cyanide capsule. I'm an original and every day. Step by step and door by door you're under siege. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. What looms up is dear. dear to the heart. It's where we all overturn the apple cart.. Some days stake their claims you end in exile there's a kind of envy and you have a cryptic style like Robert Fludd and his strange mysticism that comes blacker than the bleak diddly cynicism and you're so protean and elegant with your flashing thighs and so eloquent The swans are yours the black crows too there's a cracked up heart that can't help loving you there's a box of tricks that just had to be there was love death and the law and then there was me. ah I'd be sure this was another world and there was a hinge and a door and souls curled like paradise birds in your reason and sensuality sacred harps playing and a black kitten on your knee Yes I'd talk to myself for a while just to find the tone and the backward speech that draws us away from home celestial harmonies and the shaman's tricks hell I needed your schemes your punches and kicks The swans are yours the black crows too there's a cracked up heart that can't help loving you there's a box of tricks that just had to be there was love death and the law and then there was me. Tuned by the hand of god I guess you were with your poetry and lyrics and pearls and fur your unnerving motion and the mind control your unknown dying and your scaffold soul There are child ballads there are major tomes there are towers with steeples there are towers with domes there are confrontations and kisses at night there are arcane lovers in the bright daylight The swans are yours the black crows too there's a cracked up heart that can't help loving you there's a box of tricks that just had to be there was love death and the law and then there was me. A gaudy woman plays dead another kills her lover a boy kills his girl and writes her a letter and all the hills they shiver with fear and the fall this is how it all ends this is forever one and all Ahhh The swans are yours the black crows too there's a cracked up heart that can't help loving you there's a box of tricks that just had to be there was love death and the law and then there was me. Uncertainty produces only mockery and confusion Who's penitent and who's refusing isolation and the gothic or comic a million prayers gone. who'll stop it these tears of rage and tears of fate these tears of age and tears too late There's an old man here, he's rattling on, there's a junkie and and dry girl and her song sings through the big flood of lights on the street where the rough are grasping through cold sleet Well its east and west it's time and fire her the town crier Calling you babe for you're the best Coming from nowhere there's something destroyed a fallen idol and broken boys there's a debt that's due and a half written sign that's underneath the wheel drawing the line What fades away is a hard mean smile just you and me going the whole long mile I'm swinging my soul you're doing your drawl the impossible star and that impossible call Well its east and west it's time and fire her the town crier Calling you babe for you're the best I've not a last line not a last breath not a way to know not a way to death you've a floating sense that's a kind of warning something's on the skyline, something's burning Well its east and west it's time and fire her the town crier Calling you babe for you're the best Uncertainty produces only mockery and confusion Who's penitent and who's refusing isolation and the gothic or comic a million prayers gone. who'll stop it these tears of rage and tears of fate these tears of age and tears too late Well its east and west it's time and fire her the town crier Calling you babe for you're the best Yea, well I'm not lying down anywhere near the burial ground and I've things I need to say and things that live in the sound that comes when you're in the dark and the mood's taped that comes when the hounds are running their games of rape blood on their teeth and blood in their eyes blood in the ground and blood in the skies Parables and strangeness harnessed the time No interpretations nor signs Spectres won't ever leave the land Legends and mysteries at hand Sons and daughters sure you're feeling the fear there's nowhere to hide and what it means aint clear save we're finding the stairway we're not going to heaven and ghosts aren't abstracts and I counted seven Long forgotten and long time gone there's a gathering noise and we're going along to the pit and the pendulum and that gloomy place where there's a blade in the sky and a grinning face Parables and strangeness harnessed the time No interpretations nor signs Spectres won't ever leave the land Legends and mysteries at hand Some communities kill and others they lie and others make you want to curl up and die and who really cares that you're even alive who wants to know that you've really survived Parables and strangeness harnessed the time No interpretations nor signs Spectres won't ever leave the land Legends and mysteries at hand who is that shambling in the twilight hours where there's an earth of four quarters that's ours and spheres of water and frigidity too songs of redemption where we all sing the blues Phrases roll in and then they roll away sometimes its nighttime and other times day you're irresistible and I know you know but whatever you reap aint what you sow Parables and strangeness harnessed the time No interpretations nor signs Spectres won't ever leave the land Legends and mysteries at hand Parables and strangeness harnessed the time No interpretations nor signs Spectres won't ever leave the land Legends and mysteries at hand Cut them down with your sword and come to me for a blessing and legacy. Come and see what betrayals mean and which are needed this is a wilderness call and you'd better heed it. And my eyes they're in exile I'm like a man from mars I die for a while float away to the stars World's twisting and sure seems its gone all wrong I had a hunch that we were close but maybe the road's long and maybe we're travelling twisted and lean dangerous as hell itself and twice as mean I have a rebuke but its not for you I have a wrath and its blade is true I have a merciless beating from a boy I picked up who lay me down and left all of it ripped up And my eyes they're in exile I'm like a man from mars I die for a while float away to the stars Time is sitting there in an old armchair just threads and needles and doesn't care live or die it makes not a jot of difference love or hate they're both just ignorance And my eyes they're in exile I'm like a man from mars I die for a while float away to the stars Chaste years were wasted and a long time gone I'd done with reading until you came along and said I should be still and hush and take the books you had and do it for your sake So I read and everytime I thought I'd done you told me to keep on keeping on and i learned these lessons that cannot be erased that I'm no one and nowhere and easily replaced And my eyes they're in exile I'm like a man from mars I die for a while float away to the stars And my eyes they're in exile I'm like a man from mars I die for a while float away to the stars Trying to explain singing and crying you burned out his eyes and then you're sighing worried sick at the heart and thrown down sad this is an empty place where we're all mad Well something is misplaced I kiss your cheek You whimper and sigh and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where love aint sex and's what you really need Lee Hooker's singing Tupolo and its inside out You hold on to yourself and you're full of doubt what's real? you cry and there's terror and fear It's that kind of day it's that time of the year Break open your soul fill your skull with a prayer for the dying and hopeless you ask yourself where you're going to find something deep and reflective fade in fade out these times are deceptive Well something is misplaced I kiss your cheek You whimper and sigh and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where love aint sex and's what you really need Is it Sunday or Monday is it here or there Are you speaking to me or you're speaking to her Something dank and dark something lurking about I'm a little boy lost and I'm feeling your doubt Well something is misplaced I kiss your cheek You whimper and sigh and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where love aint sex and's what you really need Some times the days seem heavy and cruel between the old and the middle and the young at school existence what's that I hear you ask But it's always done from behind a dark mask The glass it is dimming the times gone wild I see you as woman and then as a child you know me as old but I'm sometimes a boy other times just a ridicule and your kissing toy Well something is misplaced I kiss your cheek You whimper and sigh and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where my love aint just sex and's what you really need and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where my love aint just sex and's what you really need Well something is misplaced I kiss your cheek You whimper and sigh and then kick out your feet You have trouble in mind and a bartender need where my love aint just sex and's what you really need Well it was night and we completed our ceremonies, and though no rite it takes its shape. The unknown and the known and a haze of imagination phrases and metaphors, melodies and an act by night a pillar of fire in day inside a cloud and we are now everywhere and all times. I'm looking over at you babe and touching and being touched Souls like rivers running drowning and hushed Some people read fate out of the rain some see everything as looming and rushing forward some are mystical and have signposts in tragic parables I have the native body and you, your strange uncanny body whose beauty is the point where we always hit the road I'm looking over at you babe and touching and being touched Souls like rivers running drowning and hushed a wheel on fire a sign on my cross, tears of the greatest rage not there not there not anywhere nor elsewhere but more than pure lust, pure love, pure fright boiling up and then summonsing the great silence and stillness where true mysteries present themselves as true for the first time. I'm looking over at you babe and touching and being touched Souls like rivers running drowning and hushed I'm looking over at you babe and touching and being touched Souls like rivers running drowning forever hushed