King Henry: Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
the well is dry the well is dry.
when you see him you don't see him
well we're not getting any younger.mp3
well I told henry to lie low (1).mp3
is it the last time the last time
comes a time the goddess has to return
Sleeve Notes
king henry lost his kingdom comeOh woe is he oh woe is hehe lost it before noontime it rain and shineOh woe ishe oh woe is hehe lost his wife and daughters threeoh woe is he oh woe is hehis sones were slaughtered by the leeoh woe is he oe woe is hethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no placeking henry weeps but no one hearsoh woe is he oe woe is hethen crawls through mud upon his kneesoh woe is he oe woe is hewalks through the land until the seaoh woe is he oe woe is hesits on the sand and cannot seeoh woe is he oe woe is hethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no placered sun rises red sun fallsoh woe is he oe woe is heblack night creeps on all foursoh woe is he oe woe is hefishes swim out of their mindoh woe is he oe woe is hethe world just seems cruel unkindoh woe is he oe woe is hethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no placebird flies up out of the skiesoh woe is he oe woe is hegreat yellow beak and yellow eyesoh woe is he oe woe is heflies right out til it disappearsoh woe is he oe woe is hethese days are long they're full of tearsoh woe is he oe woe is hethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no placea sailing ship came into shoreoh woe is he oe woe is hethe king knew not what he sawoh woe is he oe woe is hesomething glowing like a sceptre brightoh woe is he oe woe is hesomething of beauty shining brightoh woe is he oe woe is hethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no placeshe walked the water then the sandoh woe is he oe woe is heshe raised him up and took his handoh woe is he oe woe is heshe kissed him gently upon his cheekoh woe is he oe woe is hewas like she was what he'd gone to seekoh woe is he oe woe is hethey sailed away on the highest tideoh woe is he oe woe is heand soon came to the darkest isleoh woe is he oe woe is hewhat is this place he asked his brideoh woe is he oe woe is hebut she was not there just cold and bonefor this was hell his new found homethe stories come of fallen menand women too who lose their graceand without their greed they wither and have no soul and have no place
crawling around like a low down snake in the grasssee nothing look away oh look awaycoming through from right down below by the underpasssee nothing look away oh look awaysaw your fear saw your hard eyes and the lightning flashsee nothing look away oh look awayit's early dawn and the dew is cold and clearthe silence rises from the river and the weirno words are needed they don't matter nowlisten to nothing, ah, let go and let everything just flowa leaf on the riverthree sacks of flour ten women and an hoursee nothing look away oh look awaytalk was more expensive than anyone told hersee nothing look away oh look awayroads full of the dead all walking faces staring right aheadsee nothing look away oh look awayis this where the horse comes where we're all led?see nothing look away oh look awayit's early dawn and the dew is cold and clearthe silence rises from the river and the weirno words are needed they don't matter nowlisten to nothing, ah, let go and let everything just flowa leaf on the rivereverything fits its like a hand in glovesee nothing look away oh look awayread books and poems made a kind of lovesee nothing look away oh look awayleaves all fallen all over the cooling groundsee nothing look away oh look awaylisten listen there it is that falling soundit's early dawn and the dew is cold and clearthe silence rises from the river and the weirno words are needed they don't matter nowlisten to nothing, ah, let go and let everything just flowa leaf on the riverI took a train left my home for the last timesee nothing look away oh look awaywent to the burial land because I'm dyingsee nothing look away oh look awaydying for one last chance one last tendernesssee nothing look away oh look awayclosed my eyes saw you there in your finest dresssee nothing look away oh look awayit's early dawn and the dew is cold and clearthe silence rises from the river and the weirno words are needed they don't matter nowlisten to nothing, ah, let go and let everything just flowa leaf on the riverclock chimes from the highest steeplesee nothing look away oh look awayand I'm pushing through crowds and all these unknown peoplesee nothing look away oh look awaywriting a small note going to leave it somewhere elsesee nothing look away oh look awaymaybe it'll be understood read slowly and caressedsee nothing look away oh look awayit's early dawn and the dew is cold and clearthe silence rises from the river and the weirno words are needed they don't matter nowlisten to nothing, ah, let go and let everything just flowa leaf on the river
the well is dry the well is dryI heard her cry I hear that cryand the dust rises and rolls the airoh this is the time the time we dieno no put that thought to one sidehe wanted her to find a kind of peacesee the joy that follows dawn let her fears ceaseignore the black sun risen over the whole wide worldignore the horse that runs through the blood red fieldsignore your quaking bones and your terror and fearsthe water's all gone and the hour has stoppedthe faces in the clouds are rough and disappearingand there are no ways to go no direction homeno word to be saving and nowhere left to roam next day came and then was gone all the virmin and all the insects knew what was happeningand what they knew was what it was was strange and wrongOh come to the well and stare right down insideall I see is darkness rising up Oh I think you liedwhen you said things would be born againand my blood is colder now and what are you saying?the water's all gone and the hour has stoppedthe faces in the clouds are rough and disappearingand there are no ways to go no direction homeno word to be saving and nowhere left to roam shut the door pull the curtains to and forget what you sawthough the well is dry and my mouth full of soil and duskwe might make tea and break fast by noon even memorise all the good things that used to grow up outside the doorpull off my socks and let me lie down here on my bedlet me close my eyes and leave me no hold my headas if a cradle and my skull and mind a childwe can stay here and rehearse being meek and mildlet the storm outside bite and curselet it exhaust itself and do its worsethe water's all gone and the hour has stoppedthe faces in the clouds are rough and disappearingand there are no ways to go no direction homeno word to be saving and nowhere left to roam the stranger called and stood right there before he went awayI heard him speaking and what he had to sayI heard him laughing as if he knew this was always fateand yet I couldn't bear his eyes when he said the time was lateshow us mercy I wanted to cry but was silent and tiredand then he's returned out to the whirlwind and the firesthe water's all gone and the hour has stoppedthe faces in the clouds are rough and disappearingand there are no ways to go no direction homeno word to be saving and nowhere left to roam I gathered the buttons upon my shirt in my handlike a crown or the petals of a strange strange flowerand I listened for voices in the wild wild air the blistering sandthe fallen oak the empty land the broken towerI called out for you I called your namebut there was nothing no sound but the storms again and againwrapped around the house like a noose round a throatlike the rivers of hell and hell's terrible moatthe water's all gone and the hour has stoppedthe faces in the clouds are rough and disappearingand there are no ways to go no direction homeno word to be saving and nowhere left to roam
went out to the black lodge deep in the valley deepfollowed the road to where good conscience falls fast asleepwhere shadows dance like a good time girl in the heartwhere its not clear where you and your desire end or startblack lodge saw it there down in the valley so darksaw it in that strange howling sound when the dogs do barkand the sun splits open up in the skywhen the mind is whirling around and is both sunk and highgone to the black lodge to talk for some whileoh man I walked and walked for miles and mileswalked out turned my back on you my lovefollowed the raven and buried the silver winged dovecollected wood and lit a great big bonfirethen jumped into the flames and cred and criedblack lodge saw it there down in the valley so darksaw it in that strange howling sound when the dogs do barkand the sun splits open up in the skywhen the mind is whirling around and is both sunk and highall smoke and night walked with a strange kind of slantopened my mouth and there were shouts and rantswords in pieces and teeth building high rise laughing out loud never going to stop gonna ignore your liesblack lodge saw it there down in the valley so darksaw it in that strange howling sound when the dogs do barkand the sun splits open up in the skywhen the mind is whirling around and is both sunk and highwalked right on to the black lodge is where I'm goingthough the winter is coming and I know what I'm owingstripped you of all you ever needed robbed all of youwell now I'm closing my eyes asking what are you going to do?going inside the black lodge going to greet them all insidegoing to tell them stories I made up but they aren't liesgoing to speak my mind put it out there in the very airand then wait for them to ask me to stay, see if they dareblack lodge saw it there down in the valley so darksaw it in that strange howling sound when the dogs do barkand the sun splits open up in the skywhen the mind is whirling around and is both sunk and highyeablack lodge saw it there down in the valley so darksaw it in that strange howling sound when the dogs do barkand the sun splits open up in the skywhen the mind is whirling around and is both sunk and high
when you see him you don't see him he's a bad dreamit like a science fiction gothic scene he's hidden himself deep deep insidean alien inside an alien a bride who diedthere's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselveseach year he gets smaller and smaller and deeper downfurther from the surface of anything that counts as a nounor a name that catches anything under the sunwho knows where he really lives now where his mind runsthere's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselvesyou see a body hear a voice you talk he talks backhe has lived through out time and that's a matter of facthe knows things that have happened and places to goand has fallen in love and has wild seeds to sew there's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselvesyet inside the inside and falling deeper yetthere's someone who lives who you've never really methe's smaller than a pin no angels ever danced with him he's his own secret vault where he stays locked withinwho put him there how did this happen to anyoneis a mystery of living all we know is he's donethere's no way he can leave there's no where to gohe's a cursed little soul who'll live forever down belowthere's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselvesthere's a girl who's a swan she is strange and a witchshe has powers and potions everything's hit and missknows the truth about flowers and roots and sexplays with chance and old cards and spells and hexthere's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselvesshe sees the strange creature shrouded in his own selfthinks for a while then takes something from her shelfdances for a while by a pole and speaks lowthen returns to the weird one to tell him to gothe trap it is sprung and the time opens widehe springs from himself thinks she's on his sidebut she's already gone up with a handsome young deviland left him alone on a whole new levelthere's a sadness in stories when you look at them hardno matter their dream they leave you scarredwitches and fairies and nymphs and elvesthey torment the ones who don't know themselves
roll on you mighty tidewe know what lived also diedand the end was always closer than we thoughtthan the tales we told and the lies we boughtwhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleedsroll on you mighty tideand spread your waters far and wideand drown us in some unknown roara strange sort of dying we never knew beforewhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleedsroll on you mighty tide a horse on fire that never dieda burning bush and golden mouththe mysteries of love from the deep southwhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleedsroll on you mighty tideand take what's yours from the insidewhat words there were all gone to dustand what you said was love was nothing but lustroll on you mighty tide roll on and take us all on your wild ridethrough the valleys and the mountain heightwhere the eagle and the wolf do fightwhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleedsroll on you mighty tide where the winds roared and sighedand then fell quiet like a sunday mornbefore people and misery were bornroll on you mighty tideand then cease and silence be your guidetwist and turn then stand quite stilllet the bee and sparrow be fulfilledwhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleedsroll on you mighty tidenow see what your fate might providea time to speak and a time to hearand a time to be then disapearwhy do you always go awaywhy do you never really staywhy are the apples falling from the treethere's smoke and forgiveness in the valleymy heart seems bigger than the world needsSo i hide it and it bleeds
well we're not getting any youngerfeels time might be hiding us for a whilewant a coffee want a talkwell it's not too late I know a little placewe could sit is this itwell nowcoffee's just coffee and a smiles just a smileI guess I'm walking the final mile ahhyou been here long and who do you knowhave you seen the latest news and how far do you goI have a few tricks up my sleevebefore I leave you might like to seeme again later in the weekwell next time yea, this like hide and seek hmmmcoffee's just coffee and a smiles just a smileI guess I'm walking the final mile ahhgot a mind like a bag of cats gota roving eye and a way with the worldthat's unorthodox you like to see thatwell now here drink some more coffeeand watch the people come and gosome days, yea, they're real slowand how does any of this end up socoffee's just coffee and a smiles just a smileI guess I'm walking the final mile ahhwell it was nice to see you you're looking welland it's been a while sure the rain s comingyou got to catch your bus and meI've got things to do a book I'm readingand that kind of slow methodlike Brando years and years agoyea my days are slowmy days are slowcoffee's just coffee and a smiles just a smileI guess I'm walking the final mile
well I told henry to lie low and see what came to passwe drank for a time and then disaster came in fasta year later we were still mending fences and woundsnew things appeared new sounds new tunesbut the minds were like weasels and were crueland the people in charge were either knaves or foolsthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilslady kathleen was a cool sort of woman knew a thing or twoshe would listen to talk and keep her own point of viewshe weighed up chances every chance she gotwas well respected was clever and knew what was whatbut things inside stayed deep down in thereand she was always a step ahead of whoever daredthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilsTiny Bowhead was a dazzle and razzle and a conhe was quick to be there if he thought she was the onehis eyes were blue his brain like a snakehe liked to listen to anyone who might be making a mistakehe'd never show his real hand his gloves were wornhe would sit for a while pretend his heart was love lornthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilssome stranger came to sell some charmanyone would see that she could bring nothing but harmthough her heart was strange and twisted and hiddenNot even she knew what her heart was forbiddena youth listened to her old mad talk and sangwhilst his parents wept and alarm bells rangthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veils
big fish little fishswimming in the deep deep oceanbig bird little bird moving through the great endless skyall going on livingall going to dieround and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you winds blow from the north south east and westrain falls on the lands sun burns up the resttime sits inside the ticking of clockskeys turn inside their lockspeople talk talk that's like smokeor sing or sigh some poor some rich folkeveryone is moving around on their feet or else are lying down either alone or with someone they meetround and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you tears fall down the cheek laughter cracks the room's atmospheresome are confident they can make it throughothers know nothing but dread and fearsome are praying in temples in mosques in a churchothers down by the river or in the wood near oak or birchsome are burning bonfires or sacrificing the lambsome are elephants and are doing all they canround and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you some sit together and pretend life's a feastothers put food aside because they don' want to be a beastothers don't want beast nor angels neither but just feelfeel as objects feel, that's there kind of deal.round and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you well it's afternoon and getting darkand there's no one here in the windswept parkI watch a magpie and a leaf fallAnd feel like I'm not really here at all.round and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you round and round goes the world and seasons tooand what we know is older than the hells and what's trueis that I don't know anything at all but just am in love with you
got to go nowtime has doneeverything's been done best say nothing to nothinglet it all gomoving west on the trailvultures overheadthe bones of the worldwhat's said is saidreturn to the ground belowI'm not speakinglisten there's no soundand it fills the last rooma doves wing over the gloommoving west on the trailvultures overheadthe bones of the worldwhat's said is saidsee how the rainbow moves in tune with your eyewell that's how we crythe desolate fieldsearly morning feelslike an endingmoving west on the trailvultures overheadthe bones of the worldwhat's said is saidwho lost their nervewho ran when testedwho gave up the ghostwho passedfeared coming last?moving west on the trailvultures overheadthe bones of the worldwhat's said is saidmet a man too cruel to livedidn't even bury himflies and blood and hollow eyesmidday sun and all thathigh noon count downleft him on the bloody groundmoving west on the trailvultures overheadthe bones of the worldwhat's said is said
is it the last time the last time the last linewho really thinks they've gone that far and sighinglook round and wonder where everyone wentwhat happened to the ones you loved the love letters you sentwe don't really live with life in clear viewto do so would be too hard a thing to dothe stars they look down and know our fatewhilst we go on dreaming as the time grows lateis this really the last time the last time the last linewere we ever supposed to get to the end of timeweren't we always thinking there'd be another day for dyinganother time for happiness for weeping and sighingwe don't really live with life in clear viewto do so would be too hard a thing to dothe stars they look down and know our fatewhilst we go on dreaming as the time grows lateIs this really the last time the last time the last lineweren't we thinking there'd be one more stop on the roada new place to go and more people you'd knowmore rooms to explore up above and down belowwe don't really live with life in clear viewto do so would be too hard a thing to dothe stars they look down and know our fatewhilst we go on dreaming as the time grows lateIs this really the last time the last time the last lineyour song being sung wouldn't it be sung foreverall the great cities and towns and our struggles and endeavourswouldn't we keep on toiling and finding a waywasn't there always the thought that we'd make it through some dayis this really the last time the last time the last linewhen I never will again see your face as it smilesor cries or listens or thinks or bewitches me for miles and mileswill I never come back will I never say morewill i really not be there when I close the doorwe don't really live with life in clear viewto do so would be too hard a thing to dothe stars they look down and know our fatewhilst we go on dreaming as the time grows late
comes a time the goddess has to return her giftsrehearse her disappearancelisten to her own advice as it whispers in the reedsacross the shining pool what is it she now needsrevealed in he quiet down timeliving becomes this and thisfortune kissedcomes a time when the rain falls slowand the window pane holds a single candleshadows in the middayand the slow length of a time crawlingtowards a door that's slow to openwho has the key will you ask for me? music flows from an upper roomand the light is shining down and parts the gloomlike a red sea that unfolds the secret of its bedthese were words I heard oncewhen dreamed your bedcrows flying slow through the great ocean skiesthey don't fear death because fear always liesand the red kites spin and dance with each otherand the sparrows are darting from berries to brotherit's all there if you lookwinter comingand here's a hand will you take it pleasedon't worry about anythingand as fogs muffle the city and like a catprowls the river bankhug yourself and look out harderat the water's great curvesome boats are comingand gifts are servedPeace be among you and in all your heartsdpnt fail the light dont let love departsee what there is in this tender fragile livingbe stronger than strength and never withdraw your forgivinghold back your judgment let all things passhearts are where our loving is claspedahhh