Makbeth: Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads

all these yesterdays lighting fools the way .mp3

what were you whispering were you speaki (1).mp3

got a ticket going to catch my train.mp3

kill me tomorrow , tonight let me sleep.mp3

she was else where of course (Remix).mp3

how you doing and yea I'll have a beer (1).mp3

hide your fires I'm out walking.mp3

tick tock tick tock ahhh the hammer is a.mp3

not easy ploughed over and under (Remix).mp3

the duvet slips like a fat skin  (Remix).mp3

It was late and time rolled slow like th (1).mp3

calmer now after the tempest storms gone.mp3

the cafe is spare and small and sweet an.mp3

Sleeve Notes

all these yesterdays lighting fools the wayit's an easy curse something easy to saythis seems pleasant but it's going to get worsegreat tides of despair from the other side of the universeone eye on death and one eye of lovein the ocean there's the albatross and the doveone is struck down by an arrow and is deaththe other is the hope of the holiest loving breathall along the riptide the great boats are sailingand mysteries and promises are unveilingthe mighty leviathan is moving below the waterspressing claims on all of you like lambs to the slaughterone eye on death and one eye of lovein the ocean there's the albatross and the doveone is struck down by an arrow and is deaththe other is the hope of the holiest loving breathgold glints across the skin of the eyebut there's no money can price the day you diehis scars are signs of a spell he once boughtand death is riding with him is the lesson he taughtone eye on death and one eye of lovein the ocean there's the albatross and the doveone is struck down by an arrow and is deaththe other is the hope of the holiest loving breathshould we run and hide when we see him appearis there a place to go when all you feel is fearfear in the heart and in the mind and the soulfear when you're lost and lonely and out of controlone eye on death and one eye of lovein the ocean there's the albatross and the doveone is struck down by an arrow and is deaththe other is the hope of the holiest loving breathyou speak to people but what do they knowthey're on earth just like you have nowhere else to goall their books and philosophies seem less than uselessthe world is a hunger all appetite and ruthlesswhen the day came and it lasted for threethe fate was already sealed and all that survived is mestranded on a coffin in the middle of the seaand no one to make sense of this terror and tragedyone eye on death and one eye of lovein the ocean there's the albatross and the doveone is struck down by an arrow and is deaththe other is the hope of the holiest loving breath what were you whispering were you speaking in tonguesdid you lend her the money cursing all our daughters and sonsall the great buffalo men who are weak out of strength I read poets of ancient times their breadth and lengtha woman was placed into the bark of the treea witch of the underworld who'd curse both you and methese stories we tell when young are oldand when we lay dying then their truth is toldmore strong and right than when we were back whenall seemed to be forgiving but now is now not then gripped tight by spells that run all over her skinsigns and demonstrations of how things end and begin againher breasts flow their milk into the willows watery weepingand her secrets are the deep wells that the old maids are keepinghouses stir and ghosts walk through the landing spacesI know you're all scared I can see all of your facesthese stories we tell when young are oldand when we lay dying then their truth is toldmore strong and right than when we were back whenall seemed to be forgiving but now is now not then a woodcutter walks through the great mighty woodand red riding she's alone at night she's hidden in her hoodand a wolf is thinking dark and deep and knows he'll diebecause she wanted him for a while before she starts to cryforgive me everything I need and give me what I wanther voice goes to the witch of trees who knows what she meantthese stories we tell when young are oldand when we lay dying then their truth is toldmore strong and right than when we were back whenall seemed to be forgiving but now is now not then morning has the glae all clear and all is done and settledthe woodman's killed the bitter wolf red riding she's unsettledboth the dead and the living the lovers and the coldshe's walking back towards the house gets ready to get oldand the witch she stirs a little and watched from her treethe evil price we have to pay if we ever want to bethese stories we tell when young are oldand when we lay dying then their truth is toldmore strong and right than when we were back whenall seemed to be forgiving but now is now not then got a ticket going to catch my trainthis is a strange time ah looks like we're all dyingwent to the downtown store buy some peltskinned my breeze not sure what I feltcried into the dawn tears streaming downscalped the time wore wool and a bullet frowngot some killing to be done in my headthen going to the graveyard to join the deadshe was born in a storm a cloud and thunder in the eastplay your cards right but leave before going to the feastspeak to the landlord maybe she'll give you a dealshe's cards up her sleeve there's destiny in what she feelsbut her curses are true they never miss their markthat's no nightingale more like a sparrow or larkgot some killing to be done in my headthen going to the graveyard to join the deadthe room's always cut deep with loss and shadowsmy knife's sharp her tongue sharper and outside the gallowsare like a cross on calvary blood is flowing flowing downand the streets are bleeding and dying happens without a soundsorrow in love and sorrow when your love turns her face awayand then there's nothing to do neither in the night or the daygot some killing to be done in my headthen going to the graveyard to join the deadgot some killing to be done in my headthen going to the graveyard to join the deadsure am kill me tomorrow , tonight let me sleepyea, and the swans at midnight like pale hands from the deepmight they touch the side of your faceand then carry me through to outer spaceand maybe at the other side of the universeI'll remain there better ah sure am feeling nervouswho used me wrong and who did Iah well there's the rub. time, time to diestood before you like before the boundless oceanshould have held a taper in a dead-eyed devotionof the candlenight and prayer and the twist of rhymesome say that's distortion and sure, fine,making words kiss is a kind of fake like lyingbut then living's just the same as dyingwho used me wrong and who did Iah well there's the rub. time, time to dieand what will you say tomorrow anywaywill your mood have swung maybe ripped the dayoff its hinge and screaming through the airall your fancies and dreams maybe scattering therelike sweets or jewells , precious stones or pearlsah close her eyes, they were like pearls my girls'who used me wrong and who did Iah well there's the rub. time, time to dieeverything fell away at breakneck speedand for once I stayed dumb and paid no heedto the sunshine and the crack of dawnwhat did you see or find made you so forlornhours are our currency and sorrow well endlessly defer, ah, I always hope for tomorrowwho used me wrong and who did Iah well there's the rub. time, time to diewho used me wrong and who did Iah well there's the rub. time, time to die she was else where of courseand inwardly I was hoarsefrom crying but no one could seeand that was the way it was with meso when you give all your love it never endsand the pain and sorrow no one ever comprehendsteardrops in the rain and a sighing that's allthere's nothing but crying like a waterfall ahhhyears have passed alongI think I've got this romance thing wrongsurely there's a moment when it beginswhere a hand is held and distance thinswhen voices aren't just in your headand words are real are spoken and what she saidand time isn't just an empty roomwhere screen time measures the quiet doomso when you give all your love it never endsand the pain and sorrow no one ever comprehendsteardrops in the rain and a sighing that's allthere's nothing but crying like a waterfall ahhhand endless walks to shops and placesand watching others their movements their facesand take in art and pretend to knowwhat it is when creation comes and goesI can speak too well and nothing endswith a message that she writes and sendstelling me to come to her wherever she liesno nothing like that just time and time again the heart diesso when you give all your love it never endsand the pain and sorrow no one ever comprehendsteardrops in the rain and a sighing that's allthere's nothing but crying like a waterfall ahhhso this is the life and along it goesthere's no turning back it just flows and flowsdown from somewhere I don't recollectI guess it's the same for her as a matter of factso when you give all your love it never endsand the pain and sorrow no one ever comprehendsteardrops in the rain and a sighing that's allthere's nothing but crying like a waterfall ahhhyea I'm a waterfall how you doing and yea I'll have a beerand its near closing time ha the end is nearall the people and all the other thingsthese working shifts that kind of tired it bringsshe readby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comesthe city moulds its head into the dome of the skullthat's neither real nor unreal what's it mean to be fulfilledor even on the right track I guess the tricks not to blinksome sort of trade off and betting try not to thinkshe readby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comesshe readthe river rolls like a a dark and winding silk threadand we're late night travelling the tubes with the deadwho'd have thought so many ha well well now its donewalking the last stretch promise me you can see the rising sunshe readby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comesshe readI'm not going to be depressed yet againI'm not going to wash my hands and thenspend my tiime crawling words out across the screenplay a game or open my mouth wide and wide to screamshe readby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comesby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comesby the pricking of my thumbssomething wicked this way comes ahhhshe said not easy ploughed over and underthe world trembles days of lightening and thunderyou see things you know sure weren't supposed to be seenand daylights too strange like everything's a dreamboys talking of dying and old men cursing lowpretty women and their ways and means and what they knowah honey I was hoping you could spare me this kind of dyingwhen loves gone away and all I'm left with is sorrow and cryingstood in the gateway and watched the traffic flowdyings no place for anyone but its where we all got to gothe courthouse was struck by black lightening strikesand we all felt uneasy as water broke out from the pipesand flooded the main highway and rolled out to the swampand our hearts were screaming and I asked what do you wantand you looked back with that rattlesnake lookand I knew what it was and I cursed you wished me good luckah honey I was hoping you could spare me this kind of dyingwhen loves gone away and all I'm left with is sorrow and cryingstood in the gateway and watched the traffic flowdyings no place for anyone but its where we all got to gospirits rise up from the underground in the dark dark nighteveryone is shaking and we're all feeling it like its more than frightmore a word that's being spoken no one ever heard it beforelike it new allof time and space like it held the lawand well everyone was shouting and raging and full of commotionthat's as boundless as love and your sort of devotionah honey I was hoping you could spare me this kind of dyingwhen loves gone away and all I'm left with is sorrow and cryingstood in the gateway and watched the traffic flowdyings no place for anyone but its where we all got to gothis was a weekend or maybe late on in the weekyou remember that time mama when even you couldn't speakwithout prayers and such like spilling out like bloodand everyone was screaming and scared and knew they wouldbe walking away some day and it wouldn't be longand death would come and take us all to where we all belongah honey I was hoping you could spare me this kind of dyingwhen loves gone away and all I'm left with is sorrow and cryingstood in the gateway and watched the traffic flowdyings no place for anyone but its where we all got to go hide your fires I'm out walkingseeing things no one should be seeing talkingto the spirits of the long lost deadwho murdered their sleep and went out of their headsall our fates and destinies our hopes and dreamsmean nothing is nothing without you nothing's what it seemsyea nothings what it seems.what betrays the eye and what twists the mindI see you as a devil you know the dark and hellish kindwith a beauty that runs deep to the darkest placeand I love you to the end of days to the end of life's raceall our fates and destinies our hopes and dreamsmean nothing is nothing without you nothing's what it seemsyea nothings what it seems.and in the morning when the deed has been doneand there's everything being revealed under the morning light's sunyou watch me in fear out of the corner of your eyeand I dream of strange visions where all my enemies dieBut the time is sharp like the knife's killing bladeand my friends are suspicious of the plans I've laidand the walls are closing in til I can hardly breaththis is nothing I cry but now they all want to leaveall our fates and destinies our hopes and dreamsmean nothing is nothing without you nothing's what it seemsyea nothings what it seems.and terror is in the walls and is creeping through the landand time is impossible and my living's like sandand you where did you go as the promises drew thinand there was nowhere to end and nowhere to beginall our fates and destinies our hopes and dreamsmean nothing is nothing without you nothing's what it seemsyea nothings what it seems.and when sudeenly you went away without even a parting wordI was stronger than I needed and felt crazed and absurdout out I said like a candle dying downand darkness gathers us into the burial groundall our fates and destinies our hopes and dreamsmean nothing is nothing without you nothing's what it seemsyea nothings what it seems. tick tock tick tock ahhh the hammer is a clock is a metal arm battering the head that's naked as the first day the last tear the wailing sound you can always hear if you press your cheeks to the floor and hold your breath ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death and count to a hundred and cut off your hands and bury them under the bed and flowers purple and orange and white thin stemmed all the water sucked like their souls are thinner than reality squeezed between the brittle sand falling out of the yellow clouds from afar ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death a far far away ha always these are the great shining depressions always they come ah fuck it's too late for depression for this stirred up unconsoling howl sure I'm too too old seen too much should be able to fold it fold everything up into the flowing stream of life and its brazen doings and dealings well then it's late and in the dark she calls and says over and over again she's drunk and she's messaging everyone and calling all her past all of it ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death and then she's swearing in one word bursts as if regret is just a single syllable yes it is the stark panic and fright and sheer hopelessness that registers you know whne there's nothing you cn think of but to banter like you're bargaining with the dark fate that is happening right there in real time in someone else's life ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death ahhhh put down the phone and hold your breath/and lie there in someone else's salttears and sorrowful hysterical death the duvet slips like a fat skin that's swollen perhaps from the underwater layers of the night. It's three 0 4 and sleep unravels the subtle waves hat seem to edge their way onto the beach head which is my skull on the mattress hard bone hard bone ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought why the hell am I awake what was it that did this prodded me out so I have to see what can't be seen feel what can't be felt know what can't be known ahhh this is why I clench my fist and beat the air and when did this start and what really is it, ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thoughtwhat actually is happening if really there is anything happeneing here what weight can it have if no one else sees it because yesyes there's no one else in the room, there never is and maybe that's what woke me I always have this thought maybe there used to be, maybe they were here and got lost or just went out for a while the laptop is a tablet of emptiness, grey with its green single orgy of light ah the pier is the space between me and the window and outside there's a stirring glory that's the opposite of me here, is what I think ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought and is this my skin or just dust particles scattered strange and unbeknownst and contaminated by what? time, hours, minutes seconds these little measurements that extend into my brain and what matters I have no idea whether it matters to stare up at the celing or across to the door or away to the window again or down, down into the plunging dark ha. how rubbish am I to have this every night, a commotion of a single creature writhing silently now on earth, a terrified heart cracking and spine twisting like a snake whiter than the tears that stream like rivers from narrow rocks that soar up into the craggy sky oh those romantic prints I saw and the eagle way overhead circling the earth its forests farawy romantic desolation and the sublime waters and triumphs ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought as some lone wanderer stumbles down through the black forests and hears the confusion in the air, animals birds and some rising storm coming down the valley vows to an unattainable mystery written into the code of animal life, human life, life's life ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought ahhhh ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought as some lone wanderer stumbles down through the black forests and hears the confusion in the air, animals birds and some rising storm coming down the valley vows to an unattainable mystery written into the code of animal life, human life, life's life ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought ahhhh why do I find night time merciless and fraught/and everything gentle staggers down through it neither a feeling or a thought It was late and time rolled slow like thunderand the stars lit their fires then hid them undera sad and low down feeling coming hometo where the strange and everlasting spirits roamSee my words and listen to my shapehold on to the empty air set fire to the lakefind a way to turn back, turn back this floodyou're a lover girl and loving's goodyea loving's good Tears on the cheeks of the girl who is cryingand frowns and confusion and a sense of dyingand a hopeless feeling of some sort of abandonmentlike a signal or message that the gods might have sentSee my words and listen to my shapehold on to the empty air set fire to the lakefind a way to turn back, turn back this floodyou're a lover girl and loving's goodyea loving's good a gull in the night is a supernatural soundthat rises up and circles slow the lonesome darkened groundand speaks in tongues no one knows what they're sayingand somewhere you fall down and feel a need to be prayingSee my words and listen to my shapehold on to the empty air set fire to the lakefind a way to turn back, turn back this floodyou're a lover girl and loving's goodyea loving's good and the road seems narrower than the last time we trodand the hill seems steeper than the last time we stalledat the top where the old stones gather their mosswhere love and anger mark the heart the heart that is crossedrivers flow beneath the ground you can't see their ebbs and flowsand the feelings that are strongest well who knows where they goand the need to be needed and the mysteries of livingdivide and conquer everyone, the accused and the forgivingSee my words and listen to my shapehold on to the empty air set fire to the lakefind a way to turn back, turn back this floodyou're a lover girl and loving's goodyea loving's good See my words and listen to my shapehold on to the empty air set fire to the lakefind a way to turn back, turn back this floodyou're a lover girl and loving's goodyea loving's good calmer now after the tempest storms gone and the cool shadows of the evening songfrom the willows and oak the woodland's silencelisten to it go to the groves and take guidanceas if the gods of older times started to be speakingcries and whispers and all your terrified shrieking say nothing and demand no more I've already given you allyou said that to me and I felt like Bogart you're Lauren Becallyes you are babegreat god pan came walking through the hills and valleysand in his wake dancing figures in streets and alleyssat drinking coffee for a while trying to stay awakethere's always bad news somewhere someone making mistakesand its a hard day sometimes other times makes senseto be elsewhere and another cross a line in self defencesay nothing and demand no more I've already given you allyou said that to me and I felt like Bogart you're Lauren Becallyes you are babewild is the rain when it suddenly breaks downover all of us out there rushing back from the townthe raindrops are ours they're the darkness in the heartfootsteps in the nighttime streets a strange fox barka couple sitting on a bench in the moonlight and I'm wondering what you're doing tonightsay nothing and demand no more I've already given you allyou said that to me and I felt like Bogart you're Lauren Becallyes you are babemessages and calls and days without a murmuryou said you'd call me later put me on the back burnerI read a book about some impossible fableand smoke a single cigarette at a parkside tableall the people I wonder where do they all goand then take a walk to no place but do it real slowsay nothing and demand no more I've already given you allyou said that to me and I felt like Bogart you're Lauren Becallyes you are babeso say nothing and demand no more I've already given you allyou said that to me and I felt like Bogart you're Lauren Becallyes you are babe the cafe is spare and small and sweet and has youand the coffee is rich and the tone is a kind of persian blueand in the street drinking wine some stranger smiledand the daylight slants in lines cool as Oscar Wildeyou ask what, survives us and I wonder and then a word from abovethat Larkin poem says it , yea, what survives us is loveand nights are covered in lights and the footsteps to the stationyour concentration and mind a ticking bomb situationso many things and people and calculations doneand hopes and fears and futures to be done and undoneyou ask what, survives us and I wonder and then a word from abovethat Larkin poem says it , yea, what survives us is loveand in the quiet after the day dreams and struggleswith time and space are just pieces of puzzlesyou give love and the more you give the more you have to giveand the boundless ocean and the deepest sea your love isyou ask what, survives us and I wonder and then a word from abovethat Larkin poem says it , yea, what survives us is loveyou ask what, survives us and I wonder and then a word from abovethat Larkin poem says it , yea, what survives us is love