One Song Heard About Midnight - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
why are you standing by the door
people have died, they've done it before
why'd you take that curve in the road?
something like the sun but not the sun.
it was round about mid morning
one word spoken like a sparrow in flight
one song heard around midnight
Sleeve Notes
i got a pearl earring in my pocket perfumes and trinkets a mysterious locket I watched you from the other side of the room I held back from speaking too soon slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas it was sad as hell and a little bitter the wallflower died and I didn't even meet her ringing your hands wont do you no good rain is never going to end its like the first great flood slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas once you showed me a key that opened up a door but that's lost now I guess I know nothing no more just the endless days that stretch out like vines these are strange things and strange times slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas took a bus from the station then walked down across the bridge talked for a while in a store then walked on to the edge where I gambled for a while but never could win returned empty handed heard the church bells ring slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas left alone once more sat in the village square watched the people come and go like they do there at night it gets cold and the shadows grow long and I sense that there's something that is still going wrong out in the prairies and the great mountain highs there are dreamers who dream full of symbols and signs but i never had time to make sense of all that those potions and night things, those women and cats slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas slow is the mirror when sad and forlorn when the flowers are faded and everything's torn between heartbreak and daybreak the gentle breeze and a love letter lost like a ship wreck on high seas why are you standing by the door don't you know what I'm here for? I got a sensational offer to make plain gonna make everyone listen hear what I'm saying all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny why are you still wanting to speak you think all I am is a sort of crazy freak well I am but then again I guess so are you and that's what's I'm saying when I say we cant lose all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny did you check yourself in the mirror's glass did you see another standing there I had to ask did you know one day you'll have to face your past that today is just temporary and tomorrow won't last all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny I know what you're thinking I know you so well I know how you want to leave and what you have to sell and you know the same about me and keep it close how you bribed all my contacts so I'd love you most all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny drive and drive and drive all through the night and maybe if we're lucky we'll make it to the daylight the bends and curves are on no one's map and the roar of the engine as existence snaps all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny ahh all your butterflies and relatives and lovers and docs all your philosophies and books your soft wool socks all your passions and horses your coffees and teas well I take them as a pinch of salt oh they're my destiny people have died, they've done it before do it all the time and there's always time for some more I don't like to judge but I have opinions and thoughts I have line up on stilts or else crosses and noughts it's getting to be rough to score too close to the truth somedays I wish I was somewehre else and was bulletproof remember me ah no that won't be at all time takes us away forever we wont be immortal but a grain of sand blown away in the harshest wind blowing ah this is the truth this is where we're all going yea we're all going are you making a compromise or some sort of deal are you turning and turning again breaking bread at the meal then signing off in silver and a forlorn desperate kiss whilst soldiers and hypocrites murmur like a serpent's hiss and the clouds gather on the hill and the blood flows pell mell from the place of the skulls to the very centre of hell remember me ah no that won't be at all time takes us away forever we wont be immortal but a grain of sand blown away in the harshest wind blowing ah this is the truth this is where we're all going yea we're all going what was the sign you were trying to give me back then it got lost in the shadows and who did you think you were when the moon hid the sun for a while and you didn't dare smile isuch a commotion and such a time were we even alive remember me ah no that won't be at all time takes us away forever we wont be immortal but a grain of sand blown away in the harshest wind blowing ah this is the truth this is where we're all going yea we're all going we hid in a house of ill repute and ate meat and wondered who were the men on the stairs and how many were numbered and the women with their robes and their long knives seemed hungry and cruel and no one's wives the chieften was one eyed like a cyclops out of the legends of old you flirted remorselessly and wondered what was being sold remember me ah no that won't be at all time takes us away forever we wont be immortal but a grain of sand blown away in the harshest wind blowing ah this is the truth this is where we're all going yea we're all going last I heard the desert had covered the place over with cold sand and the rooftops are hidden and removed from the surface of the land the wind is a lonely lonely sound under the great blistering sky and only vultures fly in circles waiting for everything to die and the space and the time divide their spoils the wind wails and no one is left standing to tell this the final tale remember me ah no that won't be at all time takes us away forever we wont be immortal but a grain of sand blown away in the harshest wind blowing ah this is the truth this is where we're all going yea we're all going why'd you take that curve in the road and veer away and left me standing in the cold why'd you buy the ticket and run inside with me standing by the door ah well pay it no mind what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh strong drink strong women strength in numbers strong talking and strong blows no one slumbers the time is taking off something's going to break you ready now darling for this earthquake what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh here comes the mechanic and here comes the judge and by the table there are those we're not to touch and flowers are simple and talk is low and mumbles and no one raises their eyes and down the world tumbles what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh the captain in his tower is sharpening his knife she's making calls and waiting for his beauty the wife and horsemen are making their way across the hill and come down into the city all ready for the kill what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh fires are burning out in the spanish quarter the fishermen are praying for the lost daughter and in the mainstreet horses are running wild and women are wailing and searching for the lost child swans turn to angels and rise up into the sky as stars and blood is flowing here and on the moon and on mars and the fortune teller's been murdered by what she fortold and there are people running about never going to get old what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh and black lilacs grow by the door of the secret man and by the well a dog sleeps in the rain drenched sand wolves howl from the mountains a mournful dying sound and what was lost is lost and wont never be found what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? ahh The slaughter of innocence seems too easy to grow a strange and deadly flower that grows from the dark below and guitars play a sad sad lament as the sun sets down and the night that comes at last creeps into us all without a sound what's the truth and when will this all end and what sign is waiting and how will we mend are we lost for eternity or is this just a veil will we go to the shore and from there set sail? something like the sun but not the sun something like we're all washed up but we're not done something like a flower though the petals are dying something like I don't care yet all I'm doing is sighing how strange the world how strange our dreams how strange the time and how everything seems who dreams the dreamer and what then is real and how heavy the heart that can't grasp what it feels something like the day is done though here we still stand upright something like the door is closed but no exit's that watertight something like a voice that calls out from the wilderness something like a final sleep but here there's no rest how strange the world how strange our dreams how strange the time and how everything seems who dreams the dreamer and what then is real and how heavy the heart that can't grasp what it feels something like a sorrow that moves without respite something like a last drink at round about midnight something like a walk to the station though it feels more like a dream something like a view I took but god knows what does it mean how strange the world how strange our dreams how strange the time and how everything seems who dreams the dreamer and what then is real and how heavy the heart that can't grasp what it feels something like the hidden fear though I see it on your face something like an alien form though from the human race something like a farewell kiss upon the moonlit hour something like a bitter taste that feels more sweet than sour how strange the world how strange our dreams how strange the time and how everything seems who dreams the dreamer and what then is real and how heavy the heart that can't grasp what it feels Something tells me this is never going to be the end something tells me that there's a helping hand to lend something like a whispered voice that speaks and then withdraws something like a strange moment when I'm down on all fours how strange the world how strange our dreams how strange the time and how everything seems who dreams the dreamer and what then is real and how heavy the heart that can't grasp what it feels preacher man is preaching the rooster crows a beggar's on a donkey no one sees where he goes the road is long and the way narrow is what they all say I'm playing cards with a bad hand I've been here all day who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie the money is bad and my friends have betrayed me and gone there are rumours of fortunes to be had so off they did run and the mother's a witch and is telling fortunes and stuff her rings are silver her eyes dark and I've heard enough who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie the red lights are gleaming the whisky is golden and fixed like a moment when the truth is dazzling and feelings are mixed between the devil and the deep blue sea my fortune now comes between two and three in the morning when everything's done who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie and the next day and the next nothing really comes apart there are merchants selling trinkets and false starts I've a headache for a while and then time to kill I see her coming from the dawn through my windowsill who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie well once I was a lucky man and then became a pilgrim next was a juggler in his circus world I got to know him but the last time we met we were already miles apart and our farewell was a silence over a stony heart who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie who is it who promised you the glories here on earth who promised you the kingdom of laughter and mirth and the flowers of the valley and the bright things in the sky who forgot to tell you that paradise on earth is no more than a lie listened to Bowie singing all across the universe it was a yearning and I was love sick and worse mad dog sits in the midday sun and bleeds and bleeds and then the sky cracks apart and who knows what we need well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats bite me honey just to check if I'm you know still alive got a thousand destinations got a mind like a hive stood on the brink and stared down into the abyss well I had another drink and thought destiny's taking the piss well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats woke at four and the moon was still floating around and the rain on my window was neither deep nor profound and the cigaretts was just a matter of quenching desire I read your messages again and you're nothing but a liar well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats strong coffee and a kiss right there on the lips I couldn't make head nor tails of any of this long lost cousin and a doll lying there in the road looked like it was an ancient voodoo from days of old well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats the judge sat where she says and made her decision the executioner's bride was the kind who knew where to make the incision the driver was hidden behind his muscles and shades ah the day is ending and my shadow, my life just fades he had a gun and a knife and an evil eye I had flowers, a corpse and no place to die he was cock sure and swaggered with his gold tipped stick I was sat face down like a deck of cards and feeling sick well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats well what could go right what could go wrong there's a nightingale and the night and a song that catches emotions deep down in its throat and feelings dream and drift and everything floats it was round about mid morning and the black crows flew and god pressed his finger to her lips and she knew she knew ahhh prayers to the empty sky our terror forms the shape why and our hands tremble in pity and love and farewell farewell on the wings on the wings of a dove, a pale dove ahhh the flame was a candle in the morning gloom was the brightness burning out the shape of the room and for a moment a mouth opened to gesture one final time this is done it is done and now what will be mine will be mine so prayers to the empty sky our terror forms the shape why and our hands tremble in pity and love and farewell farewell on the wings on the wings of a dove, a pale dove ahhh the winter light and the coiled heart beats like clocks end time when fortune and fantasy and everything locks the world into a new way, a new way of being that is beyond understanding and beyond anything we're seeing and in the great sadness a sense mumbles and we're oddly restless and reason tumbles prayers to the empty sky our terror forms the shape why and our hands tremble in pity and love and farewell farewell on the wings on the wings of a dove, a pale dove ahhh next come tears that flow from our blind eyes and from our lips there are just cries and sighs and then silence that crouches round tables and cups of tea and a sense that no one knows anyone and me is not me but nevertheless we all know that this is how it all starts again, in an ending that's not then nor now prayers to the empty sky our terror forms the shape why and our hands tremble in pity and love and farewell farewell on the wings on the wings of a dove, a pale dove ahhh I got at least two songs two songs and not all rights cancel out wrongs I'd kiss you on the mouth and everything'd go south ah yea sure would I know you do what you could and I know you know what you should ha so well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much I get it it's down deep inside when I left I was still on your side there are all these small parts ghosts of yesteryear and false starts tip your hat to the rain you know what I'm saying yea you know it's never time to go and if I'm feeling low you are too and I know that's true ahhh so well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much you stripped your soul let your mind unfold you watched yourself your knife on the shelf the howling winds roar who knows what eternity's for This is all a dream don't know what it means nor why all I hear are screams who dreams the dream it seems got to ask we'll not be the last ahhhhh no well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much round and round there's nothing. no sound a fatal flaw drinking by the door a little girl down the lane and she's swaying in pain and half undressed asks what's next well what is after this? well well well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much bodies writhe and sleep don't know how to sleep the coffee's strong and the day seems long and torments are here and there's your fear like a prison wall mean and tall and you're in the hall someone else took the fall oh one and all ahhh so well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much well how you doing and not so well I guess this is earth we're all in hell heartache and lies and tears come and go desires like the tree of life that grows so slow then bends down its weariness to touch us and wound us and knows too much its all ahhhh too much what are you waiting for? you want me to speak Down in the basement or in the loft with the freak and when you want to twist the knife and see the blood I know what you're up to you aint up to no good but I see it in your eyes and the way that you hide everything you're feeling right there deep down inside you listen to the poets and the city's great hum you live your years like from kingdom come you count the cost in terms noone knows and you listen to the fates and watch which way it all goes you wonder and you bluster then you stay quiet as the sun and you purse your lips sometimes like you're wanting to run then you'll smile so wide your as open as a child and your truths a double headed but somehow reconciled fortune blesses the bold and the good I'd have kissed you right there in the rain where you stood you listen to the poets and the city's great hum you live your years like from kingdom come you count the cost in terms noone knows and you listen to the fates and watch which way it all goes Did you ever think that this would have come to this did you count your blessings or was it all hit and miss I have wearines and anger and passions with wings so do you I know so let's see what it brings there's no telling the way there's no direction home we're like the troubadours of old riding the road you listen to the poets and the city's great hum you live your years like from kingdom come you count the cost in terms noone knows and you listen to the fates and watch which way it all goes yea you listen to the poets and the city's great hum you live your years like from kingdom come you count the cost in terms noone knows and you listen to the fates and watch which way it all goes one word spoken like a sparrow in flight one word talked into the daylight flies across the garden across the garden wall flies to where the truth was hid where the swamp men crawl and now I'm speaking like I'm speaking in tongues Is this how it starts is this how it comes did you ever well you did and then tried to forget its the way time and oblivion breeds that strange regret when nothing is everything and all is gone and you wonder what the hell has been going on and you close your eyes and catch your breath and think living's too much but so is death fall down on your knees and listen to the signs fall down and stay down you know their crimes gather up what you can and leave in haste I have no opinions and even less taste did you ever well you did and then tried to forget its the way time and oblivion breeds that strange regret when nothing is everything and all is gone and you wonder what the hell has been going on and you close your eyes and catch your breath and think living's too much but so is death they were out searching for you at the crack of dawn big cars and flashlights everything ripped up and torn by the roadside were fishermen selling their wares and in the clock tower were women waiting by the stairs the moon was bright and time seemed to move but there was nothing to see and nothing to prove a ghost was living at the back of your head and most of them there just wished you were dead sometimes your life has a past you can't own and your smile is crooked and a strange kind of tone and when you go back one time to see whose there there's nothing and noone for whom you're ever going to care did you ever well you did and then tried to forget its the way time and oblivion breeds that strange regret when nothing is everything and all is gone and you wonder what the hell has been going on and you close your eyes and catch your breath and think living's too much but so is death one song heard around midnight and everything strange and the feeling's not right you hold on to what you can and need and stay awake and half speak, half leave time plays games and you're in the back of the car crossing the vast open spaces wondering where and who you are what used to happen has ended and the day is new and rotting like history doesn't help you saddle up and make sure you're carrying a gun the town's just a ghost and there's nowhere to run and you're lost in the tangled ruins that soon will stretch, stretch to the crack of doom gold and perfumes and flights across the globe you were once the man the world sold now you have tickets and a price on someone else's head heads you win tails you're dead shadows crawl like dreams up the garden's perfumed wall and women and hope are half dressed in the hall what used to happen has ended and the day is new and rotting like history doesn't help you saddle up and make sure you're carrying a gun the town's just a ghost and there's nowhere to run and you're lost in the tangled ruins that soon will stretch, stretch to the crack of doom Play dead play possum play until it ends this is the river where the luck you've ridden bends and look up look up and see the fire in the sky and talk for a while then watch her watch her eyes and count your money count on whatever you can find drink a little and hold onto your mind what used to happen has ended and the day is new and rotting like history doesn't help you saddle up and make sure you're carrying a gun the town's just a ghost and there's nowhere to run and you're lost in the tangled ruins that soon will stretch, stretch to the crack of doom