Unfold - Johnny Pulp
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His soul stretches into the street and of course someone is sleeping. Nothing endorses the world that comes by with this my voice hoarse gathering nerves in vacancy and nervous. It's getting later than we thought and our wits jerk like we're a nervous hand. Time knits up worlds here and there, and sits watching this deranged flickered commerce. It's there down by the back of the factory when we run and feel something head to shoes and it's like we're the strange ghosts in the alley and everything was either being given or refused And in the streets you can hear them all those eternal blues. Ah I'm among those in the circus or the arcade where the overwhelming questions are made like Lazarus come from the dead and laid out a lie or a strange sort of beginning I'm deferential, meticulous and not Hamlet inside more a poor boy with a swagger and a bride who's not mine. But there's no reason for pride I'm the fools fool and am not poison. It's there down by the back of the factory when we run and feel something head to shoes and it's like we're the strange ghosts in the alley and everything was either being given or refused And in the streets you can hear them all those eternal blues. I'm a magic lantern and you're a thief I grow old and you're the smile and the chief who is full of high sentence and brief with everything but swallows what's bitten. You're the memory and desire on the fly knowing it's always a cruel month and we cry drink coffee and walk under a closing sky not saying much but the clocks ticking. down there by the back of the factory when we run and feel something head to shoes and it's like we're the strange ghosts in the alley and everything was either being given or refused And in the streets you can hear them all those eternal blues. Well first thing you came and looked so fine all furs and amphetamine and divine and you moved into a dream like there would be nowhere to fall but into the arms of a kind of doubled up you someone we both knew about from the films that were out and I always talk too loud when afraid or excited or proud by what I knew and know and feel whenever coming to table, the last meal of the condemned man at home and then somewhere else, unknown and blank like a stone And the words were all jumbled up and a little lonely and you could see horizons tangled up in it the talk and the football match and the street where the mysteries keep on coming in to it and suddenly no compromise was anywhere and I realised this is a place and you're no alibi nor in between any sort of lies But the hour and the place and the real deal. And it was like coming to the table, the last meal of a condemned man at home and then somewhere else unknown and a mystery like a stone. I played the fool and was a clown and made tokens of the words and you you understood how redemption works and were good and then you became an unread vision of you and there was little time and no diplomat or march hair or black black cat to discover you under the verse that really wasn't where it sat and there was no intention and nothing to steal. And it was like coming to the table, the last meal of a condemned man at home and then somewhere else unknown and you threw me a bone. Yea it was like coming to the table, the last meal of a condemned man at home and then somewhere else unknown and you threw me a bone, yea babe, you threw me a bone. Time stood still and I thought of the steeple the people and way things get made and the gifts of silence and other things you have in strange hours when some get laid and you stay and stay amused laugh at my jokes and what I used as a veiled sister and you didn't refuse the exiles I offered and what you'd lose invisible and the lost word lost, concealed like it was like coming to the table, the last meal of a condemned man at home and then somewhere else unknown and you threw me a bone, yea babe, you threw me a bone. Why are you my mystery of night and day, who stands sits walks and stirs me up and takes my fright and calms it calms it. You talk the devils away place bright heaven in my hand and your eyes make kind the hours. Your life's my seven wonders. It's in my mind In my voice and skull and hand in long grass, trees, rocks, and sand Every day every day and then the nights and places incoherence and a terrible play incompatible times and spaces where will you want to be and who will you want to hold and is there anyone in me you'll be happy to unfold unfold me and unfold you I think of the way you knew your strange beauty and the bequest your head gentle on my chest And will you fight with me those wicked ones and secure the peace in our times will you be the killer who kills the unholy sons and rewrite our inner lines unfold me and unfold you I think of the way you knew your strange beauty and the bequest your head gentle on my chest and when everyone cries for mercy will you be there to take my hand will you fulfil our strange strange prophecy take us to the promised land? These are younger years and when I kneel there are old tears running like streams in fields and what rises are ghosts from the empty ground like there are no longer roots and just a fresh face taking these strands of what begins and ends between trembling hands and I'm wanting you , wanting the sound of some impossible life rolling down I hear the wilderness hum and bite your lip and the wind howls and times growled and if this is a high sea I'm taking my boats and carrying a kind of monument and playing the harp and lyre with notes that are for you girl or you boy whatever you became and when I get here you'll be laughing so loud with a silly joy. Well it's what's inside and within always been there in the clamour and din. OO ya. I've been a swagger and a drunk and sweet have played all my cards stole more and faced all those bad ass moments downed poisoned meat Hanged out long below the tree swinging up there on the crooked limb but whatever you became and when I get here you'll be laughing so loud with a silly joy. Well it's what's inside and within always been there in the clamour and din. OO ya. Give me Dylan give me Donne I'll recite them all and if you're hurting will call you honey and then be the one you call when you can't get your head to sleep and you need someone on the landing on tip toes whatever you became and when I get here you'll be laughing so loud with a silly joy. Well it's what's inside and within always been there in the clamour and din Youfound me in the gutter mama and my hopeless time overflowed eyes didn't know to rise and there was nowhere to row and I was swimming further on down but you just had to point from my head to my feet and slowly gave me the joint and it's years ago now that moment passed and what's the truth now? And the winter time is coming and I'm still here somehow. Some people have it in for me but they'll always lose because whatever the circumstance I'll always be refused. and if you give me sugar or give me salt this is a one way flood and it'll be your own fault. and it's years ago now that moment passed and what's the truth now? And the winter time is coming and I'm still here somehow. What came with your eyes the sun rising and you never once let me down with your vans and pictures and suitcases your finery and twenty second century sound You want to be the king so I'll be your queen and let's understand this moment as stranger than any any have seen and it's years ago now that moment passed and what's the truth now? And the winter time is coming and I'm still here somehow. I don't want silver don't need gold I don't need the finest poem and I know I'm dying and old and lack the fizz and foam. And I'm not from the finest place have no palace or fine schooling and the radios best for my face and not for a minute you am I fooling and it's years ago now that moment passed and what's the truth now? And the winter time is coming and I'm still here somehow. Give me a moment to think down on his luck but kind of fun You Gave me a moment and I didn't even blink and know I'm playing and when I'm done that moment might still be coming babe because we're not just anyone. There are thousands who try this move and knock on the wrong gate Thousands making this move but we don't make that mistake. I'm coming from the mountain with all them gods and you know how they ride that mountain all those damned gods and me and you I told them and lied. Because no one is here to just be your friend and my low thoughts never go higher and what is it you were wondering, where would it end with a cheat and a scum and a liar asking for one single moment to think and you in your prime you don't even blink You come from the sky you came and you ride from one way to live another to die Your mystery is both cold and a fire and getting me inside yes, it gets me inside. There are thousands who try this move and knock on the wrong gate Thousands making this move but we don't make that mistake. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. It's been a long haul and a loner time I've been in the valleys and the top of the hill And still I'm working and making the climb I've been lonely and cursed and so am still. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. I'm a worker and a liar and full of toil I have ways of talking and pull one hell of a load And I speak before spoken to and never can tell if this is going anywhere but I'm still on the road. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. So Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. It's been a long haul and a loner time I've been in the valleys and the top of the hill And still I'm working and making the climb I've been lonely and cursed and so am still. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. I'm a worker and a liar and full of toil I have ways of talking and pull one hell of a load And I speak before spoken to and never can tell if this is going anywhere but I'm still on the road. Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. So Who's going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to let it roll I'm going to catch your hand and give you a coin I'm going to take you down babe and save my soul. I’m standing by St Stephen who they stoned to death The first of the best who loved by God’s breath With his crown of the martyrs, a palm frond and three stones His youth and his miracles and they buried his bones The steeple is high and the angel does live there There are tears in her glory and her face it is fair She hears Moses in Egypt sees the burning bush Knows of murderers and prophets and the temple’s hush Listens to the wasteland, to the union dead And Mandelstam’s grave and what the poets all said The last train is moving and the moon is awake The heaven is weeping by the eastern gate. She is telling her stories she is choosing her way And there’s no way of telling what next she will say She looks after the widows all battered and bruised Feeds the hungry and sad the downtrodden and used Knows god’s nowhere man and her heart’s a tomb Knows heaven has lovers and the relics of doom She’s not Roman not Greek She’s a place that’s elsewhere You’d better hide and seek She’s the one who dares. The café is near like the Damascus gate And the old beggar’s wailing and the time’s getting late She’s writing her letters Augustine’s city of god Is Ealing Broadway wintertime, ice cold and fog The roar of the buses the cries of the crows She’s reading her books and what she knows she knows There’s a time in her eyes and blood on her lips She’s from head to toe to her finger tips Coffee in the morning and beer late at night Love Exposure and a kill la kill fight Belle de Jeur and Night Porter and those wild things Your way of walking and the honey it brings You’re not Roman not Greek You’re that place that’s elsewhere They’d better hide and seek You’re the only one who dares. This one is easily replaced He's not so far away nor near but is antique and a villains face a coloured glass soul and hardly here. He's a nothing out of nothing shining his strangeness goes far out to the east and he cries and is now wanting to be released Into some new savage place, no protection a stern feature and ready to fall he sees your jewells and your reflection your ivory and the cut throats by your wall. He's a nothing out of nothing shining his strangeness goes far out to the east and he cries and is now wanting to be released Were you the one standing in the crowd who saw the thorns and the blood and blame who knew there was silence and then there was loud that only you could frame His nothing out of nothing shining his strangeness goes far out to the east and he cries and is now wanting to be released.