Twist - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
original curse (Remastered).mp3
from the mountain tops (Remastered).mp3
jump the moon (Remastered).mp3
recalling the cranes are flying (Remastered).mp3
Sleeve Notes
What was it, did we even exist your wheels burning when we kissed written out the testaments ancient doings from out the basement Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck I was always in the mood and emotional you were the big river and sensational where did we think we could have been what was it we were hoping to be seeing? was I borrowed and always blue you're obscure and god I love you I can dig deep into the wrong place you scratch out my eyes and claw my face Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck I could use more cash and walk the dog You were winning again uneasy by god Ugly wonders falling down like unease Comedies and tragedies down on your knees Belshazar and other songs obscure as the long lost a vanished world and desperate too high a cost the only way this ends well is if played back And I'm thinking of you and your clickety clack Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck Boots of leather and riverboat rafts Tied to the keel and broken laughs These are the tapes the sex and the ways Folks lose themselves a thousand miles away Heart rending cunning, the soldiers go storming The sailors are drunk and the highballs are launching The vases are broken the books are half read There was a pig left squealing but now its dead Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck Mentally figured and greater than ghosts the dials are all spinning and the fools boast No one's got control now its falling apart It's just you and me babe so we'd better just start Listen to the soc-hop drama in David Lynch Distortions and beauty and a weird goldfinch A cathedral in snow and some cold cold prayer Pigskinned and wombed up and layered Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck Mentally figured and greater than ghosts the dials are all spinning and the fools boast No one's got control now its falling apart It's just you and me babe so we'd better just start Listen to the soc-hop drama in David Lynch Distortions and beauty and a weird goldfinch A cathedral in snow and some cold cold prayer Pigskinned and wombed up and layered Twist and go beatnik and all round and round Sigh wildly the forces coming up from the rough ground There's a drum and fife and blood coming up It's a curse and a killing and a Twilight zone fuck All the way round these were never reasons Rock Hudson Harry Belafonte and those seasons where the sex and romance demands a leap from the mass In excelsis day oh and everything's burning fast cast off your meaning make your way upstairs draw out the smile that's dark and has eternal cares Your hip is twisting and we're all sweating a million dollars babe and all around's fretting Stymied and boldly blowing her tongue What's the deal and when will it all be done? Kinship attachments tossed into the road The homeless and their rejoiners a heavy load I'm kind of harmless you're a high note song Futurists and Brutalists know when something's wrong Perfectly written you go up and then down Writing your manias and dispatches with a frown cast off your meaning make your way upstairs draw out the smile that's dark and has eternal cares Your hip is twisting and we're all sweating a million dollars babe and all around's fretting A certain nihilism and a cool cool pursuit of whatever meanings you wore like a suit Oblivion and discovery before the dawn's light You were the chorus grinning at the faded insight Here comes the devil but you're never afraid Open the road cut the ribbon you know where the bodies are laid Who was dying when you walked in your furs who saw you turn the heads of the moon and stars cast off your meaning make your way upstairs draw out the smile that's dark and has eternal cares Your hip is twisting and we're all sweating a million dollars babe and all around's fretting There's an untamed wilderness you call it home your screams are your terrors you feeling forlorn but you reveal a truth and its all perverse like the bible the fucking's an original curse All that squealing and squawking real perverse You're naked and the first of the first you took the janitor and made her sweat Took a losing hand but still made the bet No one can hear you when you cry in the night save the wind and the rain and the spirits in flight The blues and the drink and the sex and the ruin I'm the one who dreams and knows what you're doing Bored by the outlaws you walked in straight from now on you leered as you pushed open the gate the rambling gamblers and harsh bible warnings You greeted with grins and mocking sly yawning Tired of the room you turned it to sound I watched you pace it and I spoke out loud My humour is cracked my death just a joke You shrugged at the scene and went for a smoke No one can hear you when you cry in the night save the wind and the rain and the spirits in flight The blues and the drink and the sex and the ruin I'm the one who dreams and knows what you're doing Nothing is happening but soon it will Revelation's a con and you've had your fill Low ceilings and corners and fill in the blanks Touch the faces of fools and ignore their thanks There's a snafu and a bunching and a fit of noise next time on the highway you'll have that dreamy poise we dream of after we're walked on past the death and ruin and all things don't last. No one can hear you when you cry in the night save the wind and the rain and the spirits in flight The blues and the drink and the sex and the ruin I'm the one who dreams and knows what you're doing I have a typical sentiment. Disappointed aren't you? Well that's to be blind to its source. The full weight of my impulse. The written history that presses down on it. The artifacts and technique. It feels more like philosophy than smoke in the cold air. I am a thin bottleneck sound who doesn't seem alive. What's this life if not a punch line? I'm willing to hang around forever I guess. There's the regret in the laughter. Oblivion in everything. I refuse to be dead. You're funny about that sort of thing. It's going around and around. Like hysterical and emotionless, half cracked but nothing gets taken back. Lo and behold you on the ferris wheel, your heart with a few tricks left. I'm always halfway through my next line before you say what needs to be finished. Are you counting on me to round the horn and buck up? Or is this a moment when you disregard my fatalism and say there really are new things under the sun. I'm framing the shot, and there are cranes flying overhead, and you're caught in the plot and won't ever have what's what. I have a low soul and there are ways you find it comical at times. You see what's never been seen. You demand revelations but quiet and caught up in verses and nothing less, nothing more. You hold yourself to the flame and scream and shout and that's just a clue to your enormity I guess. Who is pulling you back and forth, and who is tugging at my arm? Shuffling the cards reversees the meanings and deflects blame. There's no blame you say but you carry a knife in case there's something in the oracles. This seems a long procession. From the pleasures of motion to the steps in the steeple. I'm framing the shot, and there are cranes flying overhead, and you're caught in the plot and won't ever have what's what. Time's longer than string, and the bells they are all ringing and your skull is a circle between the flesh and its miracles. And I agree to whatever you ask and take to this new task like I'm framing the shot, and there are cranes flying overhead, and you're caught in the plot and won't ever have what's what.I'm framing the shot, and there are cranes flying overhead, and you're caught in the plot and won't ever have what's what. You came from ancient history and weighted with deliberateness. What are your consequences? I'm a sly basement. I have little gold. I carry fantasies in my pockets. Bodies are fantasies. Everything is unbidden and unforgiven. Is there anyone trusting enough? Nothing's exactly clear. Nothing is round the bend dear. Nothing is nothing wide and ajar, nothing is where we can go far Territory is a space for fear or a double step, double jeopardy. This sky. Weather or judgement day? The thrills come. The end of the world and everyone gasping for breath. Ten nights in a barroom. I have vehemence. You lock it in the back of your skull. Your skulls a ballroom and everyone's jumpin' jacks and a band. You signed the cross. You used your own blood. All these mail-order bridegrooms are going somewhere. Nothing's exactly clear. Nothing is round the bend dear. Nothing is nothing wide and ajar, nothing is where we can go far In an instant the shock of the bedroom. I have alarm bells. I can trace your heaven and nature both. Impressed? Well I'm wide open. You, anything's possible. Outstretched arms and a hundred years. Everything's personal now. You keep changing shape. Ghost or flesh. Living or dying. Just a matter of perspective I guess. All events happen in air. Or underwater. Or outer space. Nothing's exactly clear. Nothing is round the bend dear. Nothing is nothing wide and ajar, nothing is where we can go farSome things belong in the past. There are always temptations. Some kingdoms come and others pass. Who can rule anything? The future is turning slowly. Days spent turning around. Together we're an omphalos. Archaic and echoing. Nothing's exactly clear. Nothing is round the bend dear. Nothing is nothing wide and ajar, nothing is where we can go far . The past is alive as the future...Nothing's exactly clear. Nothing is round the bend dear. Nothing is nothing wide and ajar, nothing is where we can go far I'm so happy tonight and fear no man. I shall cross over. This is what happens when you see your glory. There's no resigning here. I just moan and cry out. there's a stream going into the river. Dissolve your boundaries. There's a thrill and terror. I threw down the golden calf, felt the obligations. I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . Something weird and convulsive, some sort of rage and fright. The tumult's so great I can see all our ancestors in a far off country. I seek out new names and new powers. Homes and workplaces, frontiers and empty spaces in between the baptised hearts. Who likes these faces? Deadpan, mountain still, Appalachian, silences of the edge. You are an heirloom, the poker face, the weather. I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . Who do you think will ever ignore you? You don't pass the time, you whip it. I saw whips and furs, a romance without cupidity. I'm in a blizzard and always fifty miles north. A creature lacking a species. A menace to the narcs. William Burroughs buried in Wichita whittling his penis and with a yen and a great black wind from the high fuckaroo. You have manners and I a manner of telling. I am a grave digger. Lo. Old times and old timers smoking talismans. Drifting. Drunk. Blasted. Traditional in a puckered lip sense. My grin is a lock. Yours a burrowing. I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . So I can more or less remember you for everything. You are the interior and the home ground where ghosts visit the guitars of the living. Depression kills and detachment can go further than those death places - Ethel under Blair Mountain, Markham Main in Nottinghamshire, the blues and the trains carried off the girls from the towns. O so saddening and only sound follows. I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . I'm lucky to have you hammering in the nails and mopping my brow and vinegar and salt in your angel fingers, you're a realm beyond words and can you hear the music when I come from the mountain tops carrying you on one arm and want to consume you, all of you . All that squealing and squawking real perverse You're naked and the first of the first you took the janitor and made her sweat Took a losing hand but still made the bet Well something mysterious lurks about, obviously. Disappointed and out of place. You've seen it all and loves an overlooked opportunity for detachment. There's a loosening of ties. Everything's as odd as an intense question again and again someone far off keeps asking. You're a quiet morality play. We're split in half all the time. Mirrors are tools. Discarded, they break or wore out. You know whose injured and evicted. You live as in a tent out in Mongolia awaiting the arrival of the warriors and loosen your hair and will shoot them down in broad daylight. I'd never surrender but surrender to you, surrender and jump bail and disappear. You'll never be prosecuted. You burn the courthouse down. The smoke curls for miles and miles. Snow falls like treason. There's a wounded soldier in your skull and she's moaning. There are strange doings and faraway places, faces are cracked with foreign humours and flattery never impresses you. I'd never surrender but surrender to you, surrender and jump bail and disappear. You'll never be prosecuted. You burn the courthouse down. There's a suspicion of high talk. We stayed a night in a tavern. The bargirl was a cannibal who spent hours in raptures. And when you let her touch your thigh the smokehouse was a roughhouse. Featherbeds and tough beers. Whiskey. Something absolute was sought and then a gesture. I could hear you screaming into a yoked night and the day awoke and you never came back. Share with me that version of time, that place no one ever wished for. What can intentions create. I have a lifespan and a burning sensation. You have a match and a history. I'd never surrender but surrender to you, surrender and jump bail and disappear. You'll never be prosecuted. You burn the courthouse down. There's all the terrors of the lives we know, and the tug of war hopes and dreams and never-mind refusals to endure. There are jokes on the other foot and the circling round of the big black birds. The sudden regret and the six day drunk refuge pressing in hard. Yes, all of this is true, and you. I'd never surrender but surrender to you, surrender and jump bail and disappear. You'll never be prosecuted. You burn the courthouse down. when you asked for my name I wondered what had happened to yours... you missing one yourself? I said... it's a perfect moment into the throat of the swirling cold half smile, my knees shaking, I'm squinting and it's all happening fast and too late. What's the matter Molly May and maggie dear or whatever's ripped up. You make words sweep up no holds barred the tables all turned prophetic and intrigued and some sort of conceit. Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. My chorus goes in the opposite direction and you dive out the window. Charity thinketh no evil someone preached. I think the best things are often obscene. Even if you do it with music. Line to line, syllable to syllable, do have prospects, do you have thrills? Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. You were handed down by a pioneer. An original travelling salesman. Calico and medicine in your smll slender hand. No fear or shame at all. This is a primitive world. I want to make you a deal you can't refuse. But you refused. No doubt. No greed. Just a little anger on your lips or was it dismay? Some days your mask is no disguise. You are the gift held back, the aboriginal power, the occult secret and the consideration. Cry cry for mercy dear. I am looking straight at the bell rope, watching it hang. Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. and were you there below the surface? were you a considerable scale and convivial? Would you roll out your secrets and look at me straight? I'll never ask you to stop so Lay me down low. That's what I said. lay me down. Ultimately i have nowhere to go. But backwards to the source. well we're living on earth and there's no cure for that Well I was waiting, yea waiting and the sky was red She wanted some space and time was what she said so I walked for a while I even took a bus travelled from here to there it felt I was cursed. I wondered where she'd gone but she said she'd return I stayed close by and studied and thought I might learn why she'd take hold my hand then let it go by why she'd kiss me once and then let it all die I bought her some flowers they ended up in her bin I played deaf dumb and blind but it didn't change a thing There was always a sadness now there's something else I'm not strong not weak just a hollowed out mess I think she was away but don't know where she's gone I stayed where I knew she might be day and night long I saw her drinking with another and felt tired and old and the winter days are long and dark and cold love her light a lightening strike that hits the old oak love her though its stronger and stranger like smoke that curls round your head and blinds your eyes a love that lives in just whispers and lies Hold me til the day comes and then keep holding on Hold me til the winter frost and its moon is gone Hold me til you realise there's no more breathing left Hold me til I'm over and you're the one bereft Early in the morning, early in the morning I was a skipping boy, all jumps and jumping yes early in the morning early in the morning I was the skipping boy all jumps and jumping Oh but its getting late, yea, it's gone got late and there's no room because of the crowd in your room Hmm but its getting late, yea, it's gone got late now there's no room because of the crowd in your room I went and did things and well so did you watched the spring start coming and winter melt I went and did things and well so did you watched the spring start coming and winter melt Was it the hope that was wrong was it stupid like fate? Was there never a chance was the world too old? Was it the hope that was wrong was it always too late? Was there never a chance was the world always cold? I see you running away with another on your arm See the earth going black and my heart burnt and charred Yes are you running away with another on your arm and is this earth now nothing but going to do me harm? I thought I was a man but turns out I'm a boy Turns out I'm not clever just a fool in my soul And do you want me as someone or just a strange toy Well let's just wait and watch as the story unfolds. Early in the morning, early in the morning I was a skipping boy, all jumps and jumping yes early in the morning early in the morning I was just the skipping boy all jumps and jumping Is this a dagger I see aiming straight at my heart and who cries and whispers in the chambers of night whose waiting at the wall as if wanting to start and why the long silence that sounds like flight This is a tempest and the storm is wild but there's beauty in it, right down deep I once loved a woman and she was no child I was used for the night but not for sleep You said you'd stay but I don't think you did And what's done is done and the dead are dead In your eyes are the answers but all hope has fled and the words that we needed you left unsaid. I wait by your door and search your window I run errands and hide, I wait for your helllo I wish he wouldn't call in all the favours I'm running guns and numbers pulling all sorts of favours. I tell jokes some days and can tell the time I know you aren't truthful but no, you aren't lying I tell it here straight don't want to just be your friend I want the moon and sixpence go right through to the end She was always a shadow a whisper a rumour was to be and not to be & nothing could improve her Ways to have and to hold and the cranes are flying But the dark keeps rising and she knows I'm crying I'm the pining in the castle ruin the yearning that threads itself through the times and you're the saddest mystery do you know what you're doing? Well when I come for you what is it I'll find? Ways to have and to hold and the cranes are flying But the dark keeps rising and she knows I'm crying I'm the pining in the castle ruin the yearning that threads itself through the times and you're the saddest mystery do you know what you're doing? Well when I come for you what is it I'll find?