Sentimental - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
everythings a little strange (1).mp3
Sleeve Notes
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. Rain falling on my window storm blowing through the night and day Lightening hits the steeple And will you dance with me There was a price on everyone's head Eyes were shifting like time Was a thief and here comes the judge. I have to disappear. What does the winter tell us we're a long way gone and the pains a kind of lust What does the winter tell us we're a long way gone and the pains turned hope to dust Across the great mountains and the trails the pines have eagles and crows a lost wanderer moves between them and his poems are these voices. The dawn might bring red suns and the high clouds in the north the deer is stood on the barren rock and everything is far far away What does the winter tell us we're a long way gone and the pains a kind of lust wrestled the great grey wolf that's just the empty page and its howling Saw a hare stretch across the meadow went back to the dark forest. Sorrow is everyone's maiden And her tears are ours and her caress Is that desolation and fear The traveller at the snow line What does the winter tell us we're a long way gone and the pains a kind of lust What does the winter tell us we're a long way gone and the pains turned hope to dust. what are we to do today can you play mozart or adagios if you touch the notes right there's never any hurry. Who lies in the lilies and grasses and what shapes do we crystallize into who really smiles at their own grief who even walks or runs well she's the one like spell bound so much beauty no one sees a limit and easy, goes for broke and her voice a hexagon sound. folded hands and criss crossed hearts no music on a rainy day my girls she's full of fortitude and is lost in a delicate haze well she's the one like spell bound so much beauty no one sees a limit and easy, goes for broke and her voice a hexagon sound. I stand in the city and howl to the moon am dazzled by the capricious the dull and the mimicry But smile when she she comes well she's the one like spell bound so much beauty no one sees a limit and easy, goes for broke and her voice a hexagon sound.Lovers resting under the trees An old man sleeping on a bench Dancing girls in the village square the blazing lights of a cafe as night falls You're all of these and more you're the best of things The strange lightening in the steeple The funny love sweetness brings The rain on my bedroom window And the wind howling through the willow And the pigeons on their branches The light on the castle walls the moon still shining early morning the sun peeking out behind a cloud empty bus stops and shop fronts and the long walk home at dawn You're all of these and more you're the best of things The strange lightening in the steeple The funny love sweetness brings the first drink and the last drink the croissant and the melting butter the fish and chips and vinegar and frost on the windscreens by morning You're all of these and more you're the best of things The strange lightening in the steeple The funny love sweetness brings You're all of these and more you're the best of things The strange lightening in the steeple The funny love sweetness brings. n the dark room the crowd is strange and the naked woman is a pale crystal and the lights bring nothing but shadows and there's death in the sounds, death in the sounds. Lift off my life see inside my head Picture all this imagine me dead a peep show with the curtains swirling like some vast cloud falling down around us how cold is the dancing and the smiles there's a naked sadness in the nakedness Lift off my life see inside my head Picture all this imagine me dead an umbrella is hung out to dry by the door a small dog laps its water and we look away at the small child in the window frame and the tears are quiet and delicate wonders the men wear fine suits and its a cave where the heat rises but touches noone the girls flash their knickers and bend their lives to the exhibitions golden frame an old woman leans towards the nudes a fierce boy turns his back on it all twins are mysterious like jugglers and the nightime has its clowns and murders Lift off my life see inside my head Picture all this imagine me dead Lift off my life see inside my head Picture all this imagine me dead. worked once with the man who sold the world he ended up selling real estate in Miami and everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range... King Kong was just a matter of bad perspective looked small closer up we went and everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range The man in the moon lives in Kilburn has a three legged dog and is a floozy everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range Napoleon came selling dishcloths at my door didn't have no white horse or history everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range The cat with nine lives has a hard time with rent and her whips and furs are rotten now everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range Nietzsche drives the bus to Willesden Schopenhauer's got an electric scooter everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range The devil's in the detail and the detail's been lost he's sleeping rough these days everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range I call out for you in the middle of the night when the cold winds are blowing I call out for you in the middle of the night when the cold wind's blowing everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range yes everything's a little strange and I find life's out of range. Called you up on an offchance didn't think you'd pick up its been a long time and i shouldn't be talking but how you doing and what has happened and where are you now and well well well It's seems like the century has gone by and we're older than the hills I had a new car way back and no that cat she died Did you hear about Johnny and the way the prices are we're dying It's funny how we used to and well well well should we meet up and drink some we could have a meal if you like yes it's a long way to go and it's been far too long Well I was just asking there's nothing else i was really thinking and I understand your reasons and well well well And the moon it stays shining and the rain it stays falling and the lights they're all shining into the city of the heart it was good to hear her then but the time's gone into outer space and i"ll drink this down remembering and all's well well well. Everyone miscalculates people stay home with their reasons desire is just a kick start some things can't be tamed. Go to the black earth the end of toils all the suffering brought to pass understanding gods evoke tears This dead season we eat out the wind burn our logs and fear frosts Grief is ok for heaven but here there's vengeance and soft glances Day by day pleads for the time she savaged me and remained merry not by chance she doesn't answer. I fly away. I've been double-crossed and the harm is her command Cut me dead with a blow never hear my last word go. Go to the black earth the end of toils all the suffering brought to pass understanding gods evoke tears Dodge the dangers all and some Goodby anger and there's nothing given Don't be a martyr to love unless a loving Saint numbers you. Hard this is, hard always leaving her to her sighs dry as salt herring from the sea and a lump in my throat I cry What trouble came and misery lef like a man without a trace human life's uncertain and death small rescue and a far country. Go to the black earth the end of toils all the suffering brought to pass understanding gods evoke tears Tents and pavillions and grace abounds overturning the applecart ruined and made a relictuary heart these are the obligations I guess. Amend the white horse to the she mule give away a jewell and diamonds a carmelite bull or bucking zebra exotic comes from dreaming. Go to the black earth the end of toils all the suffering brought to pass understanding gods evoke tears. Can't tell a hip from a whore given always with my trousers down so much more becoming in a frock and well heeled looking for recompenses So we must catch the dish and poach the duck inside her moat when darkness falls a kindling, charcoal nifty... luck the art of memory remains a holy ghost for those of us who stay simple part with fate at the doorway and let the rest lie still. I made myself some sort of livelihood some willow seed of acorn shape and a reputation without escape. What can you do? Its my start and end. So we must catch the dish and poach the duck inside her moat when darkness falls a kindling, charcoal nifty... luck Three hounds and a duke a thousand pounds and more than I can spend kin shouldn't always buy the wine Friends make up lost percentages. There's a peach and a pear a poppin trough and a lair where like a Jacobin he'll make his share work on anyone and let's see it. So we must catch the dish and poach the duck inside her moat when darkness falls a kindling, charcoal nifty... luck I hear you're facing a prosecuting crime and the air grows icy. wear leather. a cap maybe. you have a cobbler? Tailor? Are you still for sale? Knock her off my back This harness is beginning to choke. Groping her leg and crotch her lily pad and stone milk lane So we must catch the dish and poach the duck inside her moat when darkness falls a kindling, charcoal nifty... In the old dance hall the music was walz done as a kind of trance and we smoked and held on for dear life and lingered on every line every heart felt chord and the young guys were formative and their prophecies fearful and private insane as the moon's light at the window the lorries and cars in the immense night The quick fall of ash the regrets for old times once we were beautiful and these were once just lines and my fantasies were high wires a sovereign part of you and me rigor mortis oppressed by my forgetfulness like ink unfreezing and settled into a date that went through past midnight no one wanted to step out this is where the night birds were calling and the dance was a kind of vow and there was an echo a trace in the air and the spirits we drank until we could bear The quick fall of ash the regrets for old times once we were beautiful and these were once just lines The sad and the lonely longings each step and grasp round the waist the whirl of the dust on the floor shame and despair no one dared face The quick fall of ash the regrets for old times once we were beautiful and these were once just lines…