Winter and Love: Selected Songs 2 - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads

In the glow of the screen Her past haunts the night Green tea in her hand Revenge feels so right Café by the window She’s lost in the mist Pixels blur with tears A clenched and steady fist She dreams of shadows falling In her neon-lit quest Ghosts of pain lingering But she will stand the test Whispers in the background Mem'ries cutting deep Coffee shop chatter In a world wrapped in sleep She's a warrior in the dark Fighting visions unkind Green tea and broken hearts Revenges in her mind She dreams of shadows falling In her neon-lit quest Ghosts of pain lingering But she will stand the test some days can be cold and the walk on the bridge over the canal is so lonely and so tears carried on the bitter wind blowing ah somedays it's impossible, just impossible. some days you read texts messages and you break down inside and rush about to breath in shops and other channels and once there was a star where clever animals invented knowledge and that's our sad sad story our sad and lonely story. And she's serious and remembers and she's sad and happy too and her ways are strange kingdoms to the dead and the living I'm full of suns and moons and people I have made up and girls I haven't kissed and worn out coins I'm upside down and inside out mad as a silly old coot tears in my eyes washing out paradise where am I now and where will i be and when there where's the silver lining and where are you? I'm full of suns and moons and people I have made up and girls I haven't kissed and worn out coins I'm upside down and inside out mad as a silly old coot tears in my eyes washing out paradise where am I now and where will i be and when there where's the silver lining and where are you? 'm the fool in every corner Face for radio soul so small I use aftershave spray on thicker But it’s impossible love you at all Try my best never enough Feel the weight in each step I take You can't see me through this stuff Guess it's fate heart will break Impossible to love you No matter what I do Impossible to love you It’s just a sad truth Look in the mirror see the truth Reflection fades away Bluebottle soul sad and poof No reason more to stay Impossible to love you No matter what I do Impossible to love you It’s just a sad truth Corners cut in the shadow Face for radio gotta know I try but now I see though It's impossible love got to go She's got a phone in her hand A clock that talks away her time She chats with her whiskered friend Dreams travel far in her mind Wishing for a place so new But it's just the same old dance Elsewhere feels like déjà vu When you never take a chance Not quite here not quite there Life's a loop a carousel Finding dreams in the same air Just a different kind of spell Her cat purrs into the night Stars are winking just for her Hopes and longings take their flight In a maze where ends concur Looking in the same old mirror Elsewhere’s just a job away Wishing lands could be clearer But they fade just like the day Not quite here not quite there Life's a loop a carousel Finding dreams in the same air Just a different kind of spell Mary wakes up quiet Strips off the veil of night Wedding gown like silence In the bedroom bright Carlos dreams uncertain As his La Mary dies In the twist of fate he's hurting Only echoes of her cries Oh Mary why'd you go Heartbreak in the shadow Carlos left in sorrow Tears will always follow Fate so twisted cruel In the night so dark and cold Life plays out the fool With a story left untold Mary's memory lingers In Carlos's broken song Fingers to the trigger Righting all the wrongs Oh Mary why'd you go Heartbreak in the shadow Carlos left in sorrow Tears will always follow Oh It's so sad The nightingale's song (ooh-yeah!) Carries through the night All night long (so long) Kisses like smoke In darkened rooms (smoky rooms) Secrets so deep They could be tombs (sacred tombs) Shameless secrets Whispered low (whispered low) Garbo and Dietrich They both know (they both know) Sexy dances In the dark (in the dark) Fires ignite The slightest spark (just a spark) Ooh Our love's a mystery So bold (so bold) Wrapped in shadows Stories untold (untold) Dance with me Where the nights unfold (nights unfold) In the whispers My heart is sold (heart is sold) Sleazy moments Oh So sweet (so sweet) In the silence Our hearts beat (hearts beat) Hold me close Under moonlight (moonlight) Your embrace Feels so right (feels right) Garbo's eyes Like pools of night (ooh-yeah!) Dietrich's sighs In the fading light (fading light) Such bliss And shameless grace (shameless grace) In our secret Hidden place (hidden place) Ooh Our love's a mystery So bold (so bold) Wrapped in shadows Stories untold (untold) Dance with me Where the nights unfold (nights unfold) In the whispers My heart is sold (heart is sold) Here comes love without a doubt Here comes joy within and out Here comes dreams so finely spun Here we are we rise as one Notes of longing fill the air Brass band plays with tender care Melancholy sweet and low Here comes love to make us glow Here comes sex within the tune Here comes love beneath the moon Discord and harmony too Here comes me and here comes you Slow and steady watch us sway Love and music guide our way In this moment here we stand Lost within the brass band Here comes passion softly sung Words unspoken on the tongue Through the brass our souls align Here we are in perfect time Here comes sex within the tune Here comes love beneath the moon Discord and harmony too Here comes me and here comes you Well there's a kind of naked oo Where the shadows meet the light In a room so softly blue On this lonely Quiet night Well there's a sort of dying oo When the words just fade away In a love that's lost its glow We just silently decayed Oh there's a kind of sorrow In the hearts we've locked so tight In a world of sweet tomorrows We just couldn't get it right There's a kind of naked oo When the dreams just start to fade Every kiss feels less than true In the masks that we both played Well there's a hurting love oo In the silence of goodbye In the tears we won’t show too In the silence of our cry There's a sex with and sex without But the feeling's not so right We just dance around the doubt In the shadows of the night Sky is falling can't you see All we love will cease to be Earth is crying nights are long But our hearts still beat so strong Stars are fading one by one In the dark we find the sun Love's a fire won't go out In our souls there's never doubt Endless love in face of doom In the dark you are my moon Hold me close till morning light We'll be brave through endless night Mountains tremble oceans rise In your eyes I see the skies Together we'll face the storm In your arms I feel so warm Endless love in face of doom In the dark you are my moon Hold me close till morning light We'll be brave through endless night Everything we've eaten see Answers to our crimes will be Still I hold you close my love Two hearts beating from above your hardboiled and a tough guy. You scream into your fists and kick. Kick at the head. Ribs are escape artists. I'd watch. I'd watch out. You know you have cinematic beauty. Sex appeal. High flying sorrows. A midnight swimmer. You swim to the moon and back. You're a lifeline and lifelong. Methods of ingenuity. A montage from a late-life masterwork I once saw. I owe more than I can repay. The hardcore system. It reaches us. It touches. Reaches out. The laughter's a sick one. 8 millimeter sex film loops and skeezy guys. red lights and hellish electronic themes. Triple XXX. It's that weight. Innocence as the exact opposite of itself. A decision is just that. Some days you hold yourself against your will. There's a runaway soul. A runaway. Sometimes people are seething. And then you just want them to go home. Some days they're comically repressed. These are asking for repulsion. And you have a slender part to play. Your conscience is shredded. Have you qualms? About what? About what? Remember when the corner store rented XXX tapes when Blockbuster's didn't? Those were strange days. They were strange. I stayed strange. Well. Well. Throw the dice. This is the scene we were heading towards. I'm straightening up. I'm leaning forward. I'm ready. You're a tall glass of milk. OO stroke your conjunction with . and probability. veils of illusion. the wraith of gesture. the idle chance. the obsession falling. a mystery hurled out and down. horror and giggles. the soothing. utter loss. bitter princess. merging with the beyond. the higher surface. the successive impact. the full reckoning. rolling on. Rolling on. Rolling on and cold with neglect and vacant . I'm standing by the side of the road pushing old people into the traffic. I create martyrs of the contorted chance. I'm right behind you. Who has these same desires an a temptation for abject pity? Who hasn't? There are salt faces and gentle tears and my hearts a fierce fuckig drum that beats and beats and beats down. This rain is genocide. This laughter is about the blows and the terror and the last swum nights underwater. I'm as desolate as these drab streets and these exploited howls. No more you cry. No more. But all that's left to do is hang yourself to the next bough. I'm perverse and anything I got from you I stole or made up. Woa. On the first day stars filled in for snow and the moonlight was a dream I didn't have any time for. I am sick of loving and sick of you and sliced open my own womb and crawled back. The pale horizon is azure and a savage radiant blood. Yes it is. Lady come and come again, yea. Come and Come again. OOO this is a fragrant tomb. Is all it is. A fragrant fucking tomb and we're just weary and poetic and stretch mark in the wilted heart.It was the angel in the fields and it was a mystical song. It was in the angel in the fields we had our mystical song. He was always like smoke clearing where something's gone missing. He is always like smoke clearing and something's gone missing. She was standing by the bar extending her boundaries She was standing by the bar extending her boundaries. And she's no whirlwind nor killer just way above his head. She's no whirlwind nor killer but she's way above his head. It's sad and it's autumn and there's a dying melody. It's always sad and autumn and there's a dying breeze. She's between the bridge and the verse and is beauty and alarmed. She's between the bridge and the verse and is beauty and alarm. And he's hauling his timber on a river of tears. Yes, he's hauling his timber on a river of tears. But she's a hundred miles an hour and all things considered. She's a hundred miles an hour and all things considered. So the drinks are translations and the voices hanging on. So their drinks are translations and their voices hanging on. He's watching out for gunsmoke, she's strong as a bullet. He's watching out for gunsmoke , she's the strength of a bullet. Come to the river of this the true song And if you go away then what's left to say? Yes come with me to the river of this sad song And if you go away there's really nothing left to say. Hop on the train and yea he's getting smaller Left on the station with dreams of your caressing arms oh my. Come to the river of this the true song And if you go away then what's left to say? Yes come with me to the river of this sad song And if you go away there's really nothing left to say. Hop on the train and yea he's getting smaller Left on the station with dreams of your caressing arms oh my. Some folks complain if you talk through their shows I wouldn't mind that though I wouldn't mind if you bowled. I can be that sort of Dean martin plowed charm. I travel through time and read Dante And Akmatava's suicide broken sad and alone Well we've now seen better days Sitting with amber liquor and red leather seats This where life starts to slur And perpendiculars modulate And life's never felt so desperate like I'm going North to Alaska I heard someone whisper 'Please adore me' and knew It was me not spoiling for a fight but the opposite kind of nonstop. Fascination comes tip toe through the night Fascination in a blue moon or Paris A free man looking for a locked door He doesn't want keys but forgiveness The moon's a harsh mistress And have you noticed how everything's full circle You're a mystery train rolling on And why don't yu strip down, strip me down. The moon's a harsh mistress And have you noticed how everything's full circle You're a mystery train rolling on And why don't you strip down, strip me down. The moon's a harsh mistress And have you noticed how everything's full circle You're a mystery train rolling on And why don't you strip down, strip me down. She doesn't always know she's a mystery to herself as is her world she's as deceitful as necessary She comes on like Dietrich and has the sadness of the stars and the lonely moments in a crowded room how she moves and speaks and how she is obviously everything oh this is the night speaking and the drinks whispering and she's far far away and why am I here again? She doesn't always know she's a mystery to herself as is her world she's as deceitful as necessary She comes on like Dietrich and has the sadness of the stars and the lonely moments in a crowded room how she moves and speaks and how she is obviously everything oh this is the night speaking and the drinks whispering and she's far far away and why am I here again? This is where a cosmos walks blind and the instincts aren't placated my lonely hearts a sequence and a star hardened eloquence because how she moves and speaks and how she is obviously everything oh this is the night speaking and the drinks whispering and she's far far away and why am I here again? OO yea. how she moves and speaks and how she is obviously everything oh this is the night speaking and the drinks whispering and she's far far away and why am I here again? This is where a cosmos walks blind and the instincts aren't placated my lonely hearts a sequence and a star hardened eloquence because how she moves and speaks and how she is obviously everything oh this is the night speaking and the drinks whispering and she's far far away and why am I here again? This is the last night and writing This is as free as speech can be This a lesson well within reach head like an eggshell a fool beneath Why won't you arrive just once clear as a water-tun come like the high flying swift and be where the graces run Heard the bell ringing way off and a promise kind of lingered and sometimes what you hope you pray and I'm half drunk, half enchantment. Where has she gone and what country now where Leda once with the swan a rare comfort more than a human beast can bear the drift of this year's snow has beauty Why won't you arrive just once clear as a water-tun come like the high flying swift and be where the graces run I'm no Abelard never agreed to give it up I'm not poverty and a tightened bow. This is the burden of the air folding into your flesh sailing along the Nile. The rope of your hair all soft and long quickly with a qualm to another chase me give me again this beautiful pain across a body and time , your dress tattered Why won't you arrive just once clear as a water-tun come like the high flying swift and be where the graces run Tell me all those times ago do you remember wear a purple dress watch the lily beside a pool the dawn is blossoming and saffron your bed Why won't you arrive just once clear as a water-tun come like the high flying swift and be where the graces run