Coax - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
All I ever wanted from you was candy yea (1).mp3
All I ever wanted from you was candy yea.mp3
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Sleeve Notes
It's mighty strange the roses that visit me in the morning And the raving art of the cruel hands and their reprimands. It's stranger when there's a kind of rapture When death's a sole reverie, and she's there in the corner drinking beer. What is the point of being serene when there are heads bloody and broke outside And the rain is mumbling on an earth idly turning cold and sad and desolate. My childhood seems a pure blue. My childhood seems a pure blue. Can you remember its terrible cemeteries Still waiting for us even then? Can you go back and crawl into the porcelain skies and know that childhood's are idle now and the beasts have come? Through nights the solitary and the terrified lash out but no one is listening and no one feels their raw hands and their eyes are crystals and smash against reality. So I think it's going to be a long long time before we turn back to life and I think we're going to need to hold on to each other, hold on, to each other with no restraint. Who comes wearing flames that are too dark to see and hotter than any fire? The ghost of a flea is cunning and here. The coarse souls are hungry and flashing indifference. The coarse souls are flashing indifference. And the cruelty's like a dusk that bleeds into us through our skins and all that's left is an appetite, an appetite for fucks sake. So I think it's going to be a long long time before we turn back to life and I think we're going to need to hold on to each other, hold on, to each other with no restraint. Save the tears and save the cries of abomination because all's confusion and all's a suzerain low world, it is a low low world now. My wings are featherless and I can't fly away, my wings are featherless and I can't fly away. What we are risking is eternity. What we are risking is eternity. I need to be gorged with good light. I need to be gorged with good light. But infinity's gone and there is no more blue sky, yea, infinity's gone and there is no blue sky. So I think it's going to be a long long time before we turn back to life and I think we're going to need to hold on to each other, hold on, to each other with no restraint. All I ever wanted from you was candy . All I ever wanted to do with you was make you feel like me, make you feel my feelings.What is happening is so far away What is happening is like a thousand years gone What's happening is all across the universe And it's going to be larger and larger than life. What happened was as underwater as an eel And as blind as a pebble on the beach of the shoreline As like the legend of whoever came before wars and burials And the three hopeless nights spent dreaming of the pillow where her head rests. What's coming will be the quick of the earth burning fire What's coming is the hunt and the air and the loss What's coming is the source and the aftermath where the bats flow round and round And the birdsong holds itself behind the dark trees For we are the ones who are hiding and hidden We are the roads for the tomcat and the roving fox bitch We are the streams under moonlight in the old parks In the roads splitting the towers and shapes of the cities night. yea, For we are the ones who are hiding and hidden We are the roads for the tomcat and the roving fox bitch We are the streams under moonlight in the old parks In the roads splitting the towers and shapes of the cities night. I'm the starling on the rooftop wolf whistling time I'm the dog on its leash looking to rape the seconds I'm the black crow and the magpie and the thrushes sleek on the lawn And a certain measure of silence that deepens the trees. And you're the years that have come and gone on horseback And the pity by the orgy and hosannah in the wild parties And the tiny ivory ornament that refuses its place And the tears of the world as it fucks itself up. For we are the ones who are hiding and hidden We are the roads for the tomcat and the roving fox bitch We are the streams under moonlight in the old parks In the roads splitting the towers and shapes of the cities night. And how the will devours itself some nights And other times untethered it flies to the moon How the poise and the legs shroud the mystery of sex with longing And longing's a genius of trained brats and fury. For we are the ones who are hiding and hidden We are the roads for the tomcat and the roving fox bitch We are the streams under moonlight in the old parks In the roads splitting the towers and shapes of the cities night.For we are the ones who are hiding and hidden. Once more something quivers in the sky Once more there's a wavering and a shunning. Are you quivering the sky? Are you wavering and what are you shunning babe? Ooo Now then. There's an intruder on the bottom step There's something influenced by perpetual motion. Are you the monster on the bottom step? Are you not a chance but perpetua and moving? Oh my. There's a sort of glance that brooks no interruption. There's a magpie lit up with a sort of insane clarity. Are you glancing or are you glancing away? Are you that impression all lit up and clear? These are the moments that haunt us forever These are the days when the higher curiosity is a sigh. And who will come take us like vagabonds And press love into both our hearts? OOO These are the moments that haunt us forever These are the days when the higher curiosity is a sigh. And who will come take us like vagabonds And press love into both our hearts? Let me introduce myself into this like a footprint. Let me show you the fright of a mighty man Let me give you the dispersed realms of innocence And abolish me in a kind of nakedness. OO. These are the moments that haunt us forever These are the days when the higher curiosity is a sigh. And who will come take us like vagabonds And press love into both our hearts? Who was stilled beneath the oppressed and lost? And who seeks for them rubies and thunder? Who might with no language but a trace be limpid and beautiful and find them a dwelling place? These are the moments that haunt us forever These are the days when the higher curiosity is a sigh. And who will come take us like vagabonds And press love into both our hearts? Dreamer let's dream, and weeper weeping Let's reach out with every heartbeat and in dizziness Like in one immense kiss, one immense kiss, reach out and die into it. These are the moments that haunt us forever These are the days when the higher curiosity is a sigh. And who will come take us like vagabonds And press love into both our hearts?These are the moments that haunt us forever.