Ghost - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
i should have asked long before midnight.mp3
there were days when I could run .mp3
I don't seem to have the words .mp3
well I met you briefly one time .mp3
well now, are you still mad .mp3
rain is forecast I saw it on tv.mp3
there's a ghost hidden here about.mp3
i have a taste for a certain kind .mp3
Sleeve Notes
he had a small record player it was blueand he listened to elvis and everyone knewit was like he had some songs like from godsinging through the sound and the tones longmoments that gave us a different kind of timeand brought us all up together like we rhymeddeep are the waters where these voices riseand sing their sounds to the oceans and the skieswe all hear these when silence comes and buries fearswe are still for a while and they wash away all our fears ahhh and he wrote down in.a book the hit parade each weekand he waited for it like a catechism the saints might speakand laid out the reasons for beauty and songfor the righteous the weak the bad the strongand like a bridge over troubled water broke our heartsit was the sound of bells of the mightiest of heartsdeep are the waters where these voices riseand sing their sounds to the oceans and the skieswe all hear these when silence comes and buries fearswe are still for a while and they wash away all our fears ahhh and he died too young he died whilst still enthralledby these sounds and voices to him they still calledand his mum and dad buried him in a northern graveand it was like these sounds he knew couldn't savenot him nor the world he wanted to forgivenor the time that takes us all that knows only with death can we livedeep are the waters where these voices riseand sing their sounds to the oceans and the skieswe all hear these when silence comes and buries fearswe are still for a while and they wash away all our fears ahhh
i should have asked long before midnight chimedand might have said a little more of what was in my mindI should have sought you out and said more than I didI might have helped you to stay but I kept my heart hidautumn is here again it comes this time of yearsame time as ever as honest as my tearsI stare at the window of the room where you used to liveand walk away slowly with regrets regrets I live I should have come to you when I heard you callingand held out my heand when you were stumbling and fallingmight have whispered a word of encouragement and carried your words with me with love's merrimentautumn is here again it comes this time of yearsame time as ever as honest as my tearsI stare at the window of the room where you used to liveand walk away slowly with regrets regrets I live I should have driven you near and driven you farshould have seranaded you with violin and guitarshould have taken you away to Paris or somewhereand written you poems I made up on the stairautumn is here again it comes this time of yearsame time as ever as honest as my tearsI stare at the window of the room where you used to liveand walk away slowly with regrets regrets I live I should have kissed your cat and drunk fine wineand not worried about space not panicked about timeshould have listened to the wind in the weeping willow treeshould have asked you straight will you ever love meautumn is here again it comes this time of yearsame time as ever as honest as my tearsI stare at the window of the room where you used to liveand walk away slowly with regrets regrets I live there were days when I could run across
here were days when I could run across open fields days when I felt the soul of my body and all a body revealsgreat blessings to the rain and shine the weather and allI used to feel there was nowhere I would ever stallhow strange it is this life we liveIt holds its breath as if what we'll givewill happen soon in the future to comeuntil we see the truth and our life is donethere were years and hours when what shone seemed trueand smiles that gilded living and made everything shine on youand I felt deep down that these days they would never endlike from the gods they came and all hardship they'd mendhow strange it is this life we liveIt holds its breath as if what we'll givewill happen soon in the future to comeuntil we see the truth and our life is donememories of aunts and uncles and great family feastsmidnights with cousins and friends where companionship meetsa golden braid of people held in winter candle lightnever realised they'd all fade away into the winter nighthow strange it is this life we liveIt holds its breath as if what we'll givewill happen soon in the future to comeuntil we see the truth and our life is donenever saw the fading memories all slipping off one by oneuntil I turned one day and was all alone and everyone had goneif I'd have known back then well then what would I have doneTo stop the night from falling softly over the light of the sunhow strange it is this life we liveIt holds its breath as if what we'll givewill happen soon in the future to comeuntil we see the truth and our life is doneyes ahhhhow strange it is this life we liveIt holds its breath as if what we'll givewill happen soon in the future to comeuntil we see the truth and our life is done
I don't seem to have the words nor the right movesah it seems I have so much to do so much to provebut maybe its another one of those thingsonly good fortune and luck bringsking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostI was ever the love who was star crossedfingers crossed wish on a star pinch me if truedon't look back take a chance oh how I love youI've had some breaks that fell my wayOthers that didn't well what can I sayking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostI was ever the love who was star crossedLife's got it's roads and it's snakes and laddersCleopatres asp and Eve's addersthat kind of thing, you know, the biting kindthat leave you in love but too late you're dyingking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostI was ever the love who was star crossedor looking back and seeing where you lost the threadthat would have kept you from the blow from where your love bledlike rose petals strewn out across the summer lawnwith your crown in one piece but your heart all tornking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostI was ever the love who was star crosseddazzle me with your eyes you saidand I was blinded by everything by what you did and saidand called out just once like a peacock shoutbut that was my last card played and my luck ran outking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostI was ever the love who was star crossed ahhhhking of hearts and a spoiled deckloves made my whole life a shipwreckmy maps were wrong and fortune lostWas I ever the love who was star crossedI don't seem to have the words nor the r.mp3
have you ever woekn and you're still on the roadand you count your years and you feel too oldand the winds that blow go to the inside of your boneand hunger is realer than the cardboard box you made your homeI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhhjust for the day you''ll walk around to keep your legs from refusingto stay awake and make breathing is a way of not losingwhat seems on the cards if you look at things straightbecause when you're here well you know the times got too too lateI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhhI see the birds free as the air and foxes that haunt the back roadsand I wonder about a girl I knew because we all do when memory unloadsbut for some it's as stupid as can be some people their ways have been too cold for memoryI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhhI saw shadows slanting down from the clean big building therebut I stand in the sunshine and let its warmth touch my tousled hairand its hard to remember and make any sort of sensewhat I am and where I'm going when all's gone henceI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhhdon't have a watch don't see a clock time's disappearedall I have are the ways and means of the people whatever that meansI talk sometimes but there's usually only me thereI guess this is part of that a voice from nowhere to nowhereI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhhI wonder where I might have been something newI wonder if there's a chance to get back be renewedah but those are dreams and dreams are too muchwhen there's nothing but a road and such and such ahhh
I've a hole in my pocket seems it won't stop grwoingone day there'll be nothing but nothing got to start sewingyea got to take my needle and threadgot to work hard or else there'll be nothing to be saidI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feelingsee how things got broken things don't lastwell that's ok none of us need dwell too long in the pastI have a watch hasn't worked since nineteen ninetyit's not like I lost time got to treat these things lightlyI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feelingwho knows what really counts as a catastrophe until you doso many things happen and so many feelings turn youand I know someone who has a sense of her heart breakingand it's hard to watch her turn and what her life's makingI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feelingwell the weather's gone strange some say it's been brokenand I've stood in queues and heard secret words being spokenby people who are all in pieces I guess that's how it goeswho knows what it all means who knows why the wind blowsI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feelingI can feel it somedays how the body srats giving upand the world seems to overdo itself and spills its cupso everything runs out over the great wide worldand the news is a kind of madness and absurdI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feelingwell I'm walking out into the day just to keep things goingmight feed the pigeons or the ducks in the park sewingeverythingn up into what comes easily and what else can I dokeep things close close and stay loving youI'm not easy and don'thave much leftbut even if I'm lost I'm not bereftI've got small fortunes and a hope and a dreamthat everything is something and feelings a feeling ahhhhh
well I met you briefly one time we were passing byand you were surprised well at least you saw me out the corner of your eyeand you turned like a ship that was caught out at seaand you stood there for a moment and looked straight at mea moment can come like from a heaven or hellyou can't fix it at all and there's nothing to tella beauty a charm and a wish on a stara love and a strangeness and some promise from afarnever say you can tell what goes on in her mindnever could know the truth nor could she with my kindmy kind is the sort who is always on the edgeand she is too so its like we're both falling from the window ledgea moment can come like from a heaven or hellyou can't fix it at all and there's nothing to tella beauty a charm and a wish on a stara love and a strangeness and some promise from afarwhat could I say my cat got my tongueI was thinking too much I felt i was suddenly too youngto be older than she was but the truth wasn't thatthe truth was a secret that somehow the scene lackeda moment can come like from a heaven or hellyou can't fix it at all and there's nothing to tella beauty a charm and a wish on a stara love and a strangeness and some promise from afargone were the furies something else roamed the spaceI could feel it in my hands and see it in her facether were sunbeams shooting down from the great cold sunthen with a gasp and a word the whole scene was donea moment can come like from a heaven or hellyou can't fix it at all and there's nothing to tella beauty a charm and a wish on a stara love and a strangeness and some promise from afaris there a time that can follhow when alls said and donecan anything follow what the moment has runthe line it is fixed it is long and blacklike death or something something we on earth lacka moment can come like from a heaven or hellyou can't fix it at all and there's nothing to tella beauty a charm and a wish on a stara love and a strangeness and some promise from afar
somedays somedays are just like other daysand other days well they're the ones leave you crazedunable to sleep afterwards, can't know what went downsave it left you with a taste in your mouth and a frownplaying your cards and throwing the dieis no way to live and no reason to sighyou've always been false never told the truthin the mirror a stranger is living right under your roofthe deck is rigged and your doneyou're alone and got no onewas something there able to be checkedthrew down my best cards from the twisted deckwatched the world fall and the night turnwell feeling's like cards and the ledger burnsplaying your cards and throwing the dieis no way to live and no reason to sighyou've always been false never told the truthin the mirror a stranger is living right under your roofthe deck is rigged and your doneyou're alone and got no oneyou turn everything over in your mind head to toeyou don't know where you are or where to gowhat seemed easy one timenow is hard as can beand the seas becomes earth and the earth becomes seaplaying your cards and throwing the dieis no way to live and no reason to sighyou've always been false never told the truthin the mirror a stranger is living right under your roofthe deck is rigged and your doneyou're alone and got no oneupside down and inside out turn turn all round aboutwords mean nothing here except a sound you might shoutbut there's no one listening at all you're out on a limbwell you asked for this and now its happeningplaying your cards and throwing the dieis no way to live and no reason to sighyou've always been false never told the truthin the mirror a stranger is living right under your roofthe deck is rigged and your doneyou're alone and got no onedid you really think when the dust had all settled downthat my heart would be quiet and without a soundbut silence comes at too high a priceand there's nothing now but to throw the dicethe numbers are set the cast it is dyedand fate is waiting neither true nor lyingyou're upto your neck you can sink or swimbut this is the end of the end you'll never do anything againplaying your cards and throwing the dieis no way to live and no reason to sighyou've always been false never told the truthin the mirror a stranger is living right under your roofthe deck is rigged and your doneyou're alone and got no one ahhhh
well now, are you still mad and what did I do and how comeand will you forgive me for thatand will you speak to me againand what will happen then?Oh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappearwell what did I do and did I do it againand was it something i saidthat you now cut medeadand blow a hole in my head?Oh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappearso did you speak to your friendwhat on earth did she sayand was her advice truethat I never meant to annoy youI just did what I always doOh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappearhow was the night on the towndid you think of me at alland if not was it somethingwas it something I forgotdo I do that kind of thing a lot?Oh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappearIts quarter to midnightI'm standing here wishing you'd comebut I guess I'm going home aloneand my mind is mind blownI don'tfeel like going homeOh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappearis there anything I might sayto change your mind and thinkthat I didn't mean you harmnever wanted to cause alarmjust want to hold you in my armsOh you've turned me turned me this way and thatI'm lost in translation and confused as a matter of factI've no sense of the trouble though troubles sure hereI'm lost and confused and seem to disappear ahhhh
well here I come againyes I'm sentimental about youbite meyou're all I can see haha jeezsure I'm in trouble , trouble's all mineI follow the voodoo follow the signsah bite meyou're all I can see woah hmmmso I'm treading slow and speaking easylooking back making out its all easy peasyah bite meyou, you're all I see damnthese are troubled days and worse nightsthese are places of the dark night of the souls plightsah bite, bite meyou you're all I see ahhhcrawled the streets at three in the morning and the moonits bright and cold and fillsthe lonely roomach bite methat moons you and all I see ahhhcall me crazy call me out of my mindwell that's right there's sure something lost I can't findso bite meyou're what I can see ahh yeaso now I'm down on my knees are you a priestwell I don'tneed a prayer no not in the leastbite meyou're all I see ahhhwho called the doctor what can help bringI'm lost if you must know and don'tknow anythingbite meyou is all all I can seeahhh yes ahh jeez woah
rain is forcast I saw it on tvI think that rain is coming its coming just for megot my umbrella in my pocket I'm readyso if the downpour comes I'll hold it steadystorms come and go regular as clockworkits that time of year I guess the season where storms lurkand when I go out I'll be prepared and readyand my heart will be sure and I'll remain steadyhere come the dark clouds and the winds are blowingand there's a little confusion which way are you goingwell I have directions and I feel I'm still kind of readyalthough my heart is beating and my hand is less than steadyah now here comes the rain its beating down on my headand I'm seeing you and trying to make sense of everything you saidI thought I had a way and that you said you were readybut I think I was wrong and now my legs are shook up and not steadywell the storm has passed and the earth is washed and brightbut everything's been swept away everythings dark and there's no lightand I'm walking along but I don't think this ah I wasn't readyand the world is shaking me off and everything 's unsteady
there's a ghost hidden here abouta ghost so sad so sadshe's not even crying no more I hear her just before I go to sleepa ghost so sad so sad she's never going to be crying any moreI saw her when I'm down on the streeta ghost so sadshe's never wanting to be crying no more crying no moreI hear her shaking when I'm drinking a late night whiskya ghost so sadshe's never going to be crying no noand when I'm just sitting and thinking and feeling there'sa ghost so so sadI know she's not going to cry no morenever is a sad sad world and it marks a kind of timeof a ghost so so sadshe's not ever going to be crying no moreahh so no matter the season autumn winter spring or summer passshe's a sad ghost so deep sadshe's never never going to cry no moretears may fall and sorrow flows like the river by the hotelshe's the sad ghost so sadnever will she cry no moreso I'm in the cold sun the winter moonlight so what?she's the sad ghost so sadand she's never never going to cry no moreahand when I stare into the mirror she's staring backthat sad sad ghost so sadshe's never going to cry no more
i have a taste for a certain kind of bookI take a fancy to a certain kind of lookI like to think fast and move slowI like to bide my time well that you already knowI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnightyou see me walking its doo bi doo bi dooand if I'm enchanted by another you know what I doI keep my mind in flight like a cocka tooI have champagne in the morning and I dream of youI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnightgazelles and giraffes are my kind of beastcrocodiles and monkeys I dislike the leastI like fast cars and smoke a slender cigarI can't stand the viola but don't mind spanish guitarI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnightthe hotels I visit are all the rage and chicI like a midnight tango where we go cheek to cheeka rose has its throns as well as its blushI am eager to please and can stammer and blushI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnighthe skies that are best are the strange ones at duskmy favourite perfumes are frankesence and muskI count the steps in your stockings their sheer delightI'm the first to lie down when it comes to the nightI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnightI'm out of time and out of breathI'm always too late a sort of statuesque deathI am hovering merciless always on the brinkI'm the last thought you have before you're extincta riddle in the middle of midnight