Speed Dial - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Side One
what's this the tiny soul (2).mp3
what's this the tiny soul (1).mp3
I walked through the market place .mp3
Tears In The Rain.mp3 (with additional material by Hampton Fancher and David Peoples)
Side Two
I walked through the market place (1).mp3
these roads that cross the great open lands.mp3
It was a slow start and ride (Remastered).mp3
Side One
Side Two
Sleeve Notes
1
what she said the old woman under her veil this is not about a sacred space or a supernatural will but greed and power and the lusts of the flesh and we're the children all our children left dying by the side of an empty road casting no shadow casting no shadow time to end its time to end oh the strangeness of truths mosaics in filistine palashtu paleshtina the wisdom literature isn't history so love and love all our bronze ages kiss our red sea red sea and dance in the shadows between the jordan and the mediterranean and those adjoining lands I have read the 29 maps and lay with god's consort later the travel took me to wells and springs in the hot vastness wrote marks of mountain springs and their kings I marked borderlands and coins I've seen the horsemen coming out of the clouds through the morning sun wild as the frontier lands and fires at night near the open tents and the dancing woman in al-rama. oh wherefore art you and when all is lost only tyrants speak and cover the land with lies we have lived 6000 years in jafa, gaza, aphek, ekron, ashdod, ascalon so it seems and yet we are being forgotten and i have seen my mother's mother's mother's village al-khalasa emptied by cold soldiers I was nearby in 1948 and now all the earth reddens and all the skies and seas too in a fury of darkness oh these lands are crying because they were never empty I carry 6000 years in my hand palm but we're all emptiness now all emptiness and empty and what is our life if this is left as the final count and who will be next if this is so who is next to go? this is not about a sacred space or a supernatural will but greed and power and the lusts of the flesh and we're the children all our children left dying by the side of an empty road casting no shadow casting no shadow time to end its time to end. who is wriggling in the sun evaporates to the fuck off sun-orb like blasted tit nipples raw by the suck of the toothed raveners coming through the lost trails on camels stinking of loose girls and randy men with crotches catapulting through the ribbons of the desert. nightmares should fuck off you say this heat's nothing a birthright oozing back kissing a girl if you feel like it but not if you don't there are memories and favourite types letters to the prince letters to the mother who died before she could read it strangers and sailors you preferred to stay lodged for weeks hidden and eating the hearts of paradise birds and rats kicking the shit out of the boys if they came to play the legends are frenzies and compensation for the cruel long months indifferent and half dead feeling hardly nothing at all the soul like a weak pissy little thing you're my elsewhere in the fibres of your legs and arms I caught you in moonlight sub zero you are sub zero subzero taking shape in the ice of desert nights. what's this the tiny soul confronts me like water like elemental soil and what stretches the mind is troubles and waves a kind of collapsed epilepsy something bare I see when I'm fast asleep what is our lives stranded and strands too between birth and however it ends. are you a knife? Is this what I mean by earth? What I was expands in what I see what you are wears me inside what you feel your hair's a braid of water saying do what you ought to yea, do it, what you ought to ha hear this, hear the swinging bell over the invisible realms and the visible - will we make it a third night come nothing else nothing under the sun from what is predetermined end. Lightening loosened me and fast the birds scattered downwards but they don't tell you what turned in and up or off the knell forsakes measures. Your past is there in your ear's shell. What I was expands in what I see what you are wears me inside what you feel your hair's a braid of water saying do what you ought to yea, do it, what you ought to ha And what is it you're hearing there, a roar in what is infamous in the calm of the doctor who shuts the door and settles down to rope the reach, like firearms and hopes promised later by a saint carried like food or flowers over where I will be buried under what seems vacant lots and places where the beach the raw animals and flies these angels of the land and air and quarters in the air and dawn draggled comes to the sea's. What I was expands in what I see what you are wears me inside what you feel your hair's a braid of water saying do what you ought to yea, do it, what you ought to ha the reach, like firearms and hopes promised later by a saint carried like food or flowers over where I will be buried under what seems vacant lots and places where the beach the raw animals and flies these angels of the land of air and quarters in the air and dawn draggled comes to the sea's. What I was expands in what I see what you are wears me inside what you feel your hair's a braid of water saying do what you ought to yea, do it, what you ought to. There is no doubt in a desert. It knows the earth and itself are one thing and life is another thing and its indifference is inaccessible. when you killed us all you rode back into the desert sands the rising heat, the sex dunes and fornicated lands it's where we go now, where we all end up going woah the people are eggs so fragile their yolks, talk and gasps, dry up on hard sand and immaculate heat. there is no pity. there is the thoughtless paralysis that nails death to a palm tree bark. The tracks all bear south. the midday sun is a pulsing crotch. there are lice and roaches burying through the heat of these furtive minds. They move in babies hair and between the limbs. when you killed us all you rode back into the desert sands the rising heat, the sex dunes and fornicated lands it's where we go now, where we all end up going woah even the music is a brand of inevitable death.everyone's insides are heated beyond the lives of fish or bourbon apples. drink whatever, the whistle between the lips comes like waste. veronicas of women and men with bones to give away. the yachts are gasps of mortality moving slowly over tideless sea waters. when you killed us all you rode back into the desert sands the rising heat, the sex dunes and fornicated lands it's where we go now, where we all end up going woah naked is the soul here and helpless as is the ripple of time and the oceans of space inside a palm the finger and thumb that holds the glass memorises the fossils in the hot hot stones sands reaching back throwing us aside... malignant punk skewers of shadowless light endless, endless when you killed us all you rode back into the desert sands the rising heat, the sex dunes and fornicated lands it's where we go now, where we all end up going woah when you killed us all you rode back into the desert sands the rising heat, the sex dunes and fornicated lands it's where we go now, where we all end up going down in the shadowless sands time grows like a vine and I rode for days between the bitterness followed the black line that's between regret for knowing you and moments gift took to the seas for a while and worked the great sail ships honour and hope and loyalty what can they buy refusing to weep for wives I'll never sleep with before I die here there are no windows and no souls just movements and dramas that unfolds us, the small hearts and no regrets in the desert everyone forgets why we bother to live love or forgive everyone forgets down by the market steps the flies and the fruits and dates I doubt the truth of every story and the coupling dogs by the gate mark out the heat's priesthood truth. Oh there's nothing but death in the foul stink of these places. I wish to be gone and catch my breath at the storm rolling through the vast loom of space and in the dark am gone the women are crying the men stay quiet and fearful under the white sun here there are no windows and no souls just movements and dramas that unfolds us, the small hearts and no regrets in the desert everyone forgets why we bother to live love or forgive everyone forgets the ships have sailed, the horses run, and the trails roll out to wilderness I have slaughtered and left smoke and fire and moans and my face casts itself down across the tired lands and squints back into the light that is kind of forever and yet never, and we're beyond wrong or right and dreams come at noon and then they repeat at midnight but the second time wear shrouds and there's no joy no delight here there are no windows and no souls just movements and dramas that unfolds us, the small hearts and no regrets in the desert everyone forgets why we bother to live love or forgive everyone forgets but the second time wear shrouds and there's no joy no delight here there are no windows and no souls just movements and dramas that unfolds us, the small hearts and no regrets in the desert everyone forgets why we bother to live love or forgive everyone forgets. well Harrison Ford Harrison Ford you heard it hanging on hanging on I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Like tears in rain we are all like tears in rain 39 steps 39 words oh Roy Batty Roy Batty you left this as the last remnant fossils heard only by the one enemy you could trust would that we all had enemies worthy of our dreams I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Like tears in rain we are all like tears in rain what is this moment who are we to intrude Harrison Ford Harrison Ford he wears his insides out he's inside out always always such dark intensity a whole fucking city I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Like tears in rain we are all like tears in rain yea I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. Time to die. Time to die.
2
I walked through the market place caught the eye of thieves and princes and face the great bleak wilderness beyond the walls bought gold, pearls and wait as the world falls how do the years twist and turn and the strange flowers and the urn the palm trees and the town walls forgotten we'll all be. the daylight falls. riding out by the oasis there are foxes calling and the camels are bad tempered and the sun falling casts great rings of darkness over the secret trail and the tents and the water glints. We will not fail I have seen such weakness before and threw them aside and we made good time the vultures glide and though there were two or three plotting against me I had them slaughtered by the steps of her house under the palm tree how do the years twist and turn and the strange flowers and the urn the palm trees and the town walls forgotten we'll all be. the daylight falls. who says they've seen anything like me yet. For here I am crossing through my own shadow and there's fear fear of the 6000 years and the next 6 minutes my blade flashing and steel and my heart is where history's made how do the years twist and turn and the strange flowers and the urn the palm trees and the town walls forgotten we'll all be. the daylight falls. well who will come from the great desert sands who will like smoke blow through the lands and fires will burn into the night and later much later oh her wild delights I escaped through a strange circumstance and a bribe Ended up 200 miles away with a boat on the neap tide fished for months with sailors by the old shore and forgot who I'd been and what I'd done before how do the years twist and turn and the strange flowers and the urn the palm trees and the town walls forgotten we'll all be. the daylight falls. oh these ghost towns come from the grey dust and the endless screaming sky is there a way to escape are we already buried are we already buried and our bones removed between the jaws of the thin thin dogs eyes are bright crimson fires their snarls like fucks through thin walls so much money so little joy so much money so little joy so little joy i can hear your ghost howling on the town wall can hear it screaming screaming and the sands are blood red and heavy and will disappear into the great seas and where do the sounds come from that haunt our nights and suck the spirits from our depths and release them into the moonlight that's cold so cold colder than the ice where lucifer is trapped oh how I wait for you wait for you wait for you wait for you wait for you these are nights stranger than sepulchres and stones and stillness stillness stillness these roads that cross the great open lands grey and sand and everything is distance everything is distance so far far away so far far away so far away... o the setting sun is bleeding down across the great moment between wakefulness and dream where we torment ourselves with some buried and still unearthed pulse.. and then comes darkness walking on all fours like the blue black velvet cat and the stars make a hasty disruption as do the red satellites and the planes ... yet all is still and unguessable in its monumental space its turmoil is always in the elsewhere and that's where we are too... who finds anyting in this sad faced maybe nowhere land maybe everywhere land maybe neither well what the fuck can we say or know our deeds are lost in the enormous silence .... and its brave broken heartedness its brave broken heartedness it's brave brokenheartedness. I sit and wish you were beside me, yea, I wish that simple comfort, that simple thing, no more to wander, who the one the wall to wander who turns back who ties the tie who lunges who loves.... and lunges and peeks the great lagoons and the fish in the sea and the glittering boats oh one day I'll come across the waters and the wilderness lands, from the sky and the mountains and the wide scared plains and speed and slow and snakes and ladders will come for you and reclaim you yea reclaim you like a wild hound hungry and greedy for you I'll screaming come for you through these great weighted times these times these times. It was a slow start and ride late afternoon sun and a wide sort of view, you pale as the view from the rear window pew you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed ooo starfish in the skies as the sun fell down the roads were heavy with dreams and crowns the royal flush that knew so much and laughter then my silence as such you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed ooo all the little trails and the mighty trees and fields and moons and what darkness sees the place was strange and the hill steep this was where we were I was little bo peep you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed ooo days and nights and dreams and stuff a walk through the wilds til we'd had enough a break in through a window an upper room and a quietness dispelling the dusks eerie gloom and here now comes the great test you laid like a trap or a promise that had secretly been made enchantment or not the bets were in and who knew what was happening who knew ha who knew anything you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed ooo and in the final end at the final curtain when the sun was beaming and all's uncertain you gave a look it was strange and mysterious and everything leapt and became delirious Loves got a way of making itself stay strange beauty opposite of duty opposite of everything ha you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed ooo you're alive as alive and tuned in babe where my mind was made up and stayed where everything stayed