Yakety Yak - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
Sleeve Notes
the stranger came to the edge of the clearing and was met by two of the giants. we know they are giants because they take the strangers' clothes and they have implacable force and their might is outrageous. they're implacable and outrageous. And the stranger's silence is like two consecutive nights , yea, his silence is like two consecutive nights. And the sun appeals to anyone at the same time. And this was the exact date of the cataclysmic flood. and the first Giant is breathing hard and ripping down the branches, he's breathing hard and ripping down the branches. The second holds a seance with the dead and levitates, she holds a seance with the dead and levitates. And the stranger knows he wont be going home tonight, not any night, because they're going to be burning home in their fires, yea the stranger won't be going home any night because they're burning down his home with fires. So when the stranger finds release he's intoxicated, yea, when the stranger's released he's intoxicated, He runs through the fields and he's naked and alone. when the stranger's released he's all naked and alone. But he's looking over his shoulder and wants her to follow. Yea, he's looking over his shoulder and needs her to follow. Wants an orgy with the giant all on their own, wants an orgy with that giant all on their own. Well there's blood that's flowing and the charisma is high, there's blood that's flowing and his charisma feels high. And the stranger's wondering and he's wondering still. The stranger he is wondering, and he's wondering still. All these days are lonely and the skins all gone, All these days are lonely and the skins all gone. And he howls like an animal for her to come, and he howls like an animal for her to come. By the time she arrives he'll be getting ready for bed. So by the time she arrives he'll be getting ready for bed. She'll be the uppers and the downers and cast a deadly shadow. She'll be the uppers and downers and cast a real deadly shadow. And like golden heroin she'll have him hooked to her heaven. Like a golden heroin she'll have him hooked to her heaven. He knows she's ferocious wears the skin of a lion, knows she's ferocious wears the skin of a lion, but the waits been outrageous and he won't look back, yea, his waiting's outrageous and he won't look back. He'll take her over his shoulder like a cottonwood log, hold her over his shoulder like a cottonwood log. He knows there are bright lights he's the heart of a dog, he knows she's his bright light he's the heart of a dog. Oh man... roll on. So the story is unravelling me and the dark is long So now there's lightening in my pocket and you gangsters will die And I'll be wishing on a star for the fires of heaven falling down upon your heads so I can hear the screaming. Rage into the ruminations and drag you to hell let your mother's forgive you I'm just commonplace and hating. My easefulness was gone that day and never came back and I've never been delivered and am cold and mad. This is what happens to the defeated This is what is and what is not. It's the secret that has no answer when you're not coming back, not coming back. Something's false and lost now in everything he does and from start to finish there's a kind of bondage in mind He's living on degeneration and rations and demonic things. So as he lay there all battered and blue with nature cursing the time he was breathing and the thugs took away all his torches to live by This is darkness this is darkness and no purpose found. But he goes to the city like the losing end of a lost cause And he recalls not even one soul who ever saved him. He's got a sense of betrayal but he doesn't know and he's little more than an imaginative pose. But the poetry doesn't do, nor the dreams of philosophers And when he drinks its to keep moving and not cry. Everything you do you do it at your own risk on your own time like an open heart. He's open and perplexed and a third fucked wheel Wanting to pick you up, throw you down and bless you forever And the wheels on fire and you'll kick him when he's down But he'll never be nothing but your shady world and yes, he's sex and dreams and giving you a run for your money as the world falls apart and someone sounds the alarm. Haha. yea. Two wicked strangers came to the clearing. The atmosphere was exploding all around them. When the traveller arrived he was thinking tis might happen anywhere. He guessed it was all taking place in his head until it really was happening. They took his well wishing and his wild dreams and fortune They beat them with sticks til the blood ran down the road And they pierced him with thorns like putting lies in your mouth And made sure he'd never be more than forbidden. Things can be terrifying and hopeless Things can come at you like they're from a book of fate. And what's left is standoffish and inaccessible And never entirely known or yours. So I'm reaching for Mack the Knife, for the sinister pimp, Calling for a dreamer and a relentless martyrdom. Or listening to the sighs of a swooning girl where there are no foundations and fewer deals. Why was the tree too high and the field so long And the poisons of summer dirty deals on his skin? He's been cut off forever and there's no real coming back So he's unprotected and has no place to hide. So he walks with stories to tell like shrapnel in his soul And he's waiting to grab hold of her and strip her down to the basics And she's got the crowded rooms and is hot. This is a garden of evil with chastity on high being taken over and over. Who will set the pace and take him away? Will she settle for limbo and a charming face? Is this hokum and a way of stopping the flow of time Where we become high-flighing belligerent and sexy yakety yak? Well who knows that. Who could ever know that. Just give it away and puncture me to my dying lovely days. Strike the bell and listen as sirens sing. sound the alarm for the beating heart and the salt of the earth. You in your tower beneath the steeple Me with bones in the body of a ghost. The past is where they do things like now only larger. So dying now is only on a smaller scale than then When the world was a young time and ongoing And death and indescribable beauty and simple. When the field is cleared there was just what called out. When the blood was cleaned you could know a line had been crossed. When it's larger than life what do you do with life? When she's a ground zero what are the stakes? Too high? There are those who cry and those who let themselves down. Crying like a fool at the death of an angel. We're all angels at first and then crocodiles. Even little white clouds cry tears and he's lonesome. Who knows where to hide and lie low and hole up? Who is always always arriving home too late? Who loses their clothes in an hour of insurrection? Who finds it's no fun being a babe in the wood? He's a broken heart on a bus, outside your window On dusk roads in bars, just dropping in and out, Another song in another nightmare with its indignities. Everything floats some days and never touches the ground. Come along the same ground where it all happened. Take me to the clearing above and beyond and off limits. Hammer me with your fists and return to me what was lost And cover me with leaves and branches and I'll fight for you, will fight you. He talks about love and he knows that's the thick of it. The more she thinks about it the less sure she knows what it means. And now what that running through the field is Is you running and running for your life. ha - this is a human condition and rules don't apply and a song. 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. By the time we became strangers in the night they'd seen some hustle and each other's heart's desire. By the time the intruders and kooks and lovers had fought for space They were head over heels and immortal and sidelong. So where is this vast eternity going to open the door? Let it swing like a song with a broken guitar. Not all stories have sad endings and some have short odds too. The bandits took his clothes and left him on a razors edge. The fields were countless and seemed wide open to lust. The blood down the legs, spangled and dark and him running like a drunken sailor no time to hit the sack. its a lost story that is rich and strange and a gamble. since it breaks he's something arcane and perpetually lost. and she's fearful and all hell is breaking loose and she's three syllables and the heart of a time that's bothering me. The end of the story is as mysterious as the rest. He is standing on the street at her wedding and that says something about life and maybe she just needed to get as far away as possible or saw him in someone else only done better. You're alive and slick and primitive and weird and he's dared you to figure out what it is you like in him. It's true for a while at least that anyone whose ever lived a life just lie down, just lie down, and weep. Everything's smaller through a rear view window. And its at the border where she knows she's better known. And he's like a gospel song or a prime mover That sort of thrill where you cry mercy These two had the whole of creation, and were rascals and funny. And they're crying but surely no crybabies And they're crying but surely no crybabies. I'm leaving justice and forgiveness to the minds of the gods. Going to drink in some bars and take in a movie And she's asking about herself and if she's fair and the deal. Whilst he's hardline and corruptable but obviously foolish. There's what you are and what you want to be And mercy's just a trap for fools and comes as a second chance And mercy's just a trap for fools and comes as a second chance. There's no rhyme and no reason just a moment early on You're the kind of out there that preys on my mind. so Don't fear your ruinations nor the lies and the paybacks don't run from the darkness nor worship the gleam. He's short on looks and grim as forgiveness Is velcro and memory and a thousand emotions She's mysteriously direct like a text or alchemy. She's a maverick and sentimental in a way noone knows And autumn has come its where one and one makes three and she's aroused and stimulated and tender and cheating his death And autumn has come its where one and one makes three and she's aroused and stimulated and tender and cheating his death ... oh wow babe. Go figure yea. here it comes, tumbling down, another fucked up story. where do they live? The stars? a vast harvest, clouds of flies, arteries, mobile phone, the dark woods, the deep burrow, the winding lane, the tuned engine, the robes hanging like humiliation's flag and the secret walk under the full reckoning of a priapic Dionysus gasping air , the barbarians laughing into a swirling day that is sucked up into the great vortex of unaccounted time. Words . calcified life. bright hysteria. sorrows. sorrows. sorrows. build. ruin. smash. hold. second-handed worlds. returning to the scene of the crime. What is yielding? Pitch black. My dark comes with all its beasts. With all its beasts. Never sleep. Never dream. Never speak. I was a guy and now I'm another guy. Never speak. I'm looking for a body. Looking fora direction. I'm running interference. Boxed in. No next move makes sense. are there armies on white horses approaching? Will the eunuch take all kingdoms.? Like in the Dragon Inn film. Like in the Dragon Inn. Those women should have. Those women should have. Ha. . I'm hopped up stuff. Hopped up and the sky falls down. And I should just shut the fuck up, dig a hole a crawl right in,. Dig a hole and crawl. Or find love. just do that. Find it out. Find it out. And the gods are laughing. And the god's are all laughing. I'm hopped up stuff. Hopped up and the sky falls down. And I should just shut the fuck up, dig a hole a crawl right in,. Dig a hole and crawl. Or find love. just do that. Find it out. Find it out. And the gods are laughing. And the god's are all laughing. I'm hopped up stuff. Hopped up and the sky falls down. And I should just shut the fuck up, dig a hole a crawl right in,. Dig a hole and crawl. Or find love. just do that. Find it out. Find love out. And the gods are laughing. And the god's are all laughing.