Spirit Thunders By - Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
I'm as a wisp of vapour (Remix).mp3
ah all the screams into the blind night.mp3
What was this child, not so sweet a creature.mp3
ah our waking fears , all critic bitten.mp3
there's pressure and sometimes.mp3
a thousand miles a thousand miles.mp3
ever felt you can't feel your toes.mp3
saw you standing in the shadows by the wall.mp3
Sleeve Notes
it was a midsummer nightthe stars the moon held a brighthope in its pale cotton wool shinenights of living, loving and dying.oh we're dying, I'm dying for you, dyingahhhshadows in the middle of the nightsee you clearer now without sightwith my eyes closed, eyes closed tightcandles burn and show us the dark's lightand the room was full of secrets and slow timeand late night women and strange signsand silence, everyone confused feeling uncertain and refusedbut not sure how comenor how that was doneI wanted to touch your cheekyour skins where I seekI hide and seek wish to staybut there's no way no way no wayshadows in the middle of the nightsee you clearer now without sightwith my eyes closed, eyes closed tightcandles burn and bring us the dark's lightdonkeys and grand pianos and chainshands outstretched her justice and painher eyes that seem to spiral right downdown into he music of the nights, soundthose weeping choirs and last yearat marienbad and in the rain bladerunners tearsshadows in the middle of the nightsee you clearer now without sightwith my eyes closed, eyes closed tightcandles burn and burn and burn us into the dark's lightthe darks light
you ever done this? gone out with no real expectationsjust thinking she's pretty and has good conversationsand you know she's out of your league but you breathyou breath and feel giddy and always a bit sillyand nothing really happens, nothing reallybut enough to keep you awake at night blogging againand in the morning send her a text or something just to explainhow things are with you even though she knows that gameis just a way to stay in touch when she's made it plainthat she's got better plans but she likes you just the sameand the days after they're not the same as beforethough you'd not tell from the outside from what you sawand it's hard to remember how you got into this messand maybe this is what you always knew what you always guessedand what you meant when you said she's too good for youand you can't help loving her hating him you don't know what to dodon't know what to doand then a few weeks of this pass and you start thinking maybethere's a chance she's getting to like you more and you have a coffeein a small off beat cafe on the high street and once a filmin an art film place where afterwards you wish you'd been to the gymmore because you know you're hardly bullet proof not like himbecause you suddenly like an idiot realise there's a boyfriendand she tells you how gentle he is and present and I lendher my ears and I tell her how great that there are still peoplelike that who were sweet and gentle and warm honey and treacleoh my I'm crying inside and smiling into her eyes and my heart diesit dies and dies and dies and these are the lies, these are the liesand when you go home on the last train you're wonderingwhere she's going and when they'll meet and it eats your heartand you walk up the hill with some chips now a world apartand the days after they're not the same as beforethough you'd not tell from the outside from what you sawand it's hard to remember how you got into this messand maybe this is what you always knew what you always guessedand what you meant when you said she's too good for youand you can't help loving her hating him you don't know what to dodon't know what to do
I'm as a wisp of vapourin the light I flita moth at the tapera dying sad sun in itand a joke and caperI never fitwatching the starstorn between Venus and Marssometimes straight other times benta folding star biddenwith signs that are faintand old fashioned, chiddenwherever that wentand mostly hiddena shape and motion and formgrowing cold and growing warmyou're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh you in the lightdeep as your eyes areunfathomable nightand your mind and haira strange weird frightening delight you came from afarand something came with yousomething I needed and was newa panther mind camegazelle and hydrophanta sly dream and fearless flameand predatory vegetarian tauntsto the world, you are boldgentleness and power behold you're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh you're forever youngand I can never forgothe inborn dying and love unstrungits what we both knowits without a tonguelike the silent confusion of the doeall your time and your eyesa strange transparent paradiseyou're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh I'm Silenus with a walking stickdrunk and looking for a crewand you're drinking by the copses thickunder the midday dewvisions following quickteasing the universe and newfinding ourselves alonesitting with books listening to the Stonesyou're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh or Pan or whatever was thereinvisible but adamantin the trackless airyou are what I wantyou're an everlasting laira great world that pantsthrough heat yet all alonein a strange visionary boneyou're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh you're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirthahhh or Pan or whatever was thereinvisible but adamantin the trackless airyou are what I wantyou're an everlasting laira great world that pantsthrough heat yet all alonein a strange visionary boneyou're every nymph spread beneath the treesa shepherdess of the eternal flocksthe great wave of the great green seamy ocean washing over my grey old locksah yea you're my ocean flowing over my grey old locksa final birthwonder, death and mirth
ah all the screams into the blind nightI'm not dancing yetnot dancingno twist and shoutno twist and shoutso much screwed up so many wordsI feel absurd, absurdmad march hareneither here nor thereneither here nor thereIt might be hot or coldstrong or weakyoung and oldeverything's getting bleakeverything's getting bleakI have a problemwe all have fucking problemsbut I have so manyso many and they're all veryvery inside what I want to feeland know and no dealseems to close themno deal seems to closewhat I think and knowsso I'm falling apartbut slow timeslow timeslow timefalling apart in slow timeIt might be hot or coldstrong or weakyoung and oldeverything's getting bleakeverything's getting bleakI want sex but what's thatas a matter of factcould mean so muchor nothing more than a touchor a madness over every inchin and out tickle and pinchand the great unknownyour my great unknowneverything's unknownjeez hahaIt might be hot or coldstrong or weakyoung and oldeverything's getting bleakeverything's getting bleak
What was this child, not so sweet a creatureI would sit at the side of the classroom, never got praiseyou see the simple names called out John Paul Peterthose giants of the religion these were primitive daysall rolled out in shadows I wore like flowing metrestayed in corners of the earth it's where I stayeven now on my wiry legs hardly dressedbeyond Lears looped and windowed raggednessI was precocious in my silencein the long bright days of mental violenceapart from everyone elseand living with a lost girl I tried to expressI tried I tried to expressIf you strip me, strip me, you'll see a fellowscorched by a lonely hell and a different climatethat like a beehive buzzes black and yellowthin and mad and a poem that was hardly thatwatch the film Scaramouch, watched Othelloand they unveiled me, a stupid dumb primateand with a can of coke walked the canals alone and bemy love, oh please please, let you become idolatry.I was precocious in my silencein the long bright days of mental violenceapart from everyone elseand living with a lost girl I tried to expressbut could never never expressHere comes the day and the night is a sort of new birthwhere the great fields and the pit hide all of my timeerror and truth and whatever goes missing from the earthand darkens and stains nature, its nadir and primeand there's nothing in me that's me, nothing of worth.All that comes are strange lines and rhymes.you have always been there up on the mountaininside a cavern, swimming beneath a secret fountain.I was precocious in my silencein the long bright days of mental violenceapart from everyone elseand living with a lost girl I tried to expressI still try to expressI still tryIt was the sixties and the Atlantideslived in the pond, beholdenin my small voyagers like crossing seasthe atlas and you enfoldenin my skull like a shadow of unknown lovelinessand those child days were goldenlighting the places whenever I layand you, you in vision, dissolved.I was precocious in my silencein the long bright days of mental violenceapart from everyone elseand living with a lost girl I tried to expressI tried and tried to expressI was precocious in my silencein the long bright days of mental violenceapart from everyone elseand living with a lost girl I tried to expressI tried and tried to express
ah our waking fears , all critic bittenvipers and sea snakes and whatever is writtenis neither one thing nor the next, false or trueas my head buried in books like a cat, its what cats dounclawed and hungry for the dark timeunder the fur, the paw, the visionary rhymethe dayfly lives only for a few hourswhy kill what hardly lives leave it with the flowersI ask you to leave me alone let me die my own waylet me fade and let me sigh a little before I go awaybefore I go, Ohbefore you know so would you crush me, your slender hand crushes the flylike I was nothing against the incandescent glass, minionsof this month - why not let me find the pure skywhere swans and hawks climb without song towards their dominionsall doomed and paradoxical and ready to dietheir doom held like in twilight pinionsall ever long eyes and the eternity that smileswithout serenity, without anything at all for a while.the dayfly lives only for a few hourswhy kill what hardly lives leave it with the flowersI ask you to leave me alone let me die my own waylet me fade and let me sigh a little before I go awaybefore I go, Ohbefore you know so I was watching tv it was summer when a vision camethrough the screen and the programme seemed longer than a daybetter than life or more real and there was a depraved famein the actors and their black and white lines and displayRoger Moore as the Saint a real saint, one with a mouth in flamesand eyes tempest torn and blue as if the sun went his wayinto his open mouth as if death was done and believed.It all said: nothing of me is fit to live.the dayfly lives only for a few hourswhy kill what hardly lives leave it with the flowersI ask you to leave me alone let me die my own waylet me fade and let me sigh a little before I go awaybefore I go, Ohbefore you know so Wordsworth was 19 rethinking peter Bell 19 yearsI was 9. My eyes streamed tears, killing tearsas if I could feel my roots twisting down through the carpet to hellas my mum came in with a plate of chocolate biscuits , dark spheresof a different place, a kind of breaking of the fall, a welltoo deep to ever reach the water. I drank milk and a foiledsublime alone that summer afternoon. My mind toiled.the dayfly lives only for a few hourswhy kill what hardly lives leave it with the flowersI ask you to leave me alone let me die my own waylet me fade and let me sigh a little before I go awaybefore I go, Ohbefore you know so
there's pressure and sometimesnothing but spoken linesto hide what I feelpress down the big dealit's always a big dealhoneyrattle your chains so I hear you comethrough the dark avenue or under the sunwhere roses are wild and words stick in my headwhere the silence is electric and I'm glad I'm not deadyou make me glad I'm not dead honeyjeez that's kinda funnydon't walk in stepnot Johnny Depphave no thoughts that pierceI'm really not fiercenever really fiercehoneyrattle your chains so I hear you comethrough the dark avenue or under the sunwhere roses are wild and words stick in my headwhere the silence is electric and I'm glad I'm not deadyou make me glad I'm not dead honeyjeez that's kinda funnysling shots and arrowsbones break eyes narrowwith the sun in my eyesthere'll always be truth mixed with liesalways lieshoneyrattle your chains so I hear you comethrough the dark avenue or under the sunwhere roses are wild and words stick in my headwhere the silence is electric and I'm glad I'm not deadyou make me glad I'm not dead honeyjeez that's kinda funnynot a saint or machinenot looking for a fantasy dreambut I don't really knowwhat you want or where I gonever gohoneyI speak like smokeconfusion and rope a dopepunchbags and oilWant to be your mortal coilyour mortal coilHoneyrattle your chains so I hear you comethrough the dark avenue or under the sunwhere roses are wild and words stick in my headwhere the silence is electric and I'm glad I'm not deadyou make me glad I'm not dead honeyjeez that's kinda funnyyou're strong and weakmy win my defeata rage and a teardon't ever disappeardon't disapearhoneyrattle your chains so I hear you comethrough the dark avenue or under the sunwhere roses are wild and words stick in my headwhere the silence is electric and I'm glad I'm not deadyou make me glad I'm not dead honeyjeez that's kinda funny
a thousand miles a thousand milesbetween the fingers between the smilesa thousand roads and timethe living and inevitably a kind of dyinginto the black orchid toneof those distances we felt so far awaydeep in the night and the day far far awayfar far away ahhhFell I've nearly donemy time's gone runand I want you to knowwhere I'm going where I'll goit'll be a long time comingand bury me with lovingyea, bury me, bury meWalk like a drunk across that linethat comes eternal and blindand its what we try to findand hold when we want to feel alrightbut that's just another of those thingslike fate and memory bringsfate and memory bringsin a cat through the windowand a message that flowsbetween one two threebetween you and mebetween you and me, you and meahhhFell I've nearly donemy time's gone runand I want you to knowwhere I'm going where I'll goit'll be a long time comingand bury me with lovingyea, bury me, bury methere's a great building being builtits crane risen up like guiltand a crying shamea shame that's got my namemy name written in bloodand o matter I did what I couldI did what I should but stillin the still turning centrethe night and the soul sent herfrom a long way awayand no words anyway,no words to reach acrossthis is love or else its lossits love and loss , love or loss ahFell I've nearly donemy time's gone runand I want you to knowwhere I'm going where I'll goit'll be a long time comingand bury me with lovingyea, bury me, bury me
underwater I'm the waterunderwaterI'm the water mothers sisters daughterssinking sinking sinking and into the dark thinkingshouting out can you anyone hear meand can anyone else want to be meoh please please please be me ohhhhcan't seem to swimdon't know where to beginbut I'm quite out of breathand want love not deathyes love love not deathunderwater I'm the water everywhereand where's that where's therewhen you saw my skull did you cry outlight fires and scream and shoutscream shoutscream and shoutand then here I just driftdrift like a double shiftlike a double shifttoo tired to seegot nowhere to beI've got nowhere nowhere nowhere to beahhhhcan't seem to swimdon't know where to beginbut I'm quite out of breathand want love not deathyes love love not deathcrabs with their great clawssharks and blood and warsthe vast ocean bleedsand my mind seesit sees nothing but a final farewella waving hand a rising tide to hellto hell to hell to hellwhat's the point of feelingall this heartbreak and bleedingoh the flesh burns it burnsit yearns it yearns and yearnsOhhh and soon the rain fallsand there's nothing left to hear the callsso sad that agony falling below the seawhere the foghorn calls out for mecan't you see can't you seebut the moon is highlove is where I dieI dieI die ahhh can't seem to swimdon't know where to beginbut I'm quite out of breathand want love not deathyes love love not deathcan't seem to swimdon't know where to beginbut I'm quite out of breathand want love not deathyes love love not death
ever felt you can't feel your toesand your frozen from your feet to your noseand everything is shakingand you hope youll be wakinghope youll be wakingcos it's all got fuckedall got fucked up huh?pull out my eyes chop me up gooduncross my legs and have me where I'm stoodhave me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stoodIce in the bloodand creatures made of mudthey see your soulas a mysterious holeyou feel empty and scaredand your minds impairedalls impairedand fuckedalls fucked up woah?pull out my eyes chop me up gooduncross my legs and have me where I'm stoodhave me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stoodever felt your drowning outand ful of doubtand nothing makes senseand your scared and tenseand even your feelings lieand all you do is crycos its all fuckedall fucked uphugh?pull out my eyes chop me up gooduncross my legs and have me where I'm stoodhave me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stood have me where I'm stoodoh my
saw you standing in the shadows by the wallit was late and mysterious like a secret ballin a fairy story where the princess is asleepand you're cinderella and me lil bo peepand all those strange and deadly taleswhere truths a raven and everyone goes off the railseventuallyyeathe room kind of fluttered like a butterfly wingand he listened whilst they talked to himtold him stories and songs of friendship and loveof a swan that was god and a god that's a doveit felt a time of legends in a different landwhere space is a mermaid and time sand nine sisters, three horsehoes and a rhymea village clock and a grandmother can't stop cryingand a graceful child who loses her mindand a wolf in garters that wiseass cursing kindand a locket that's been lostand the one in the shoe left counting the costthe room kind of fluttered like a butterfly wingand he listened whilst they talked to himtold him stories and songs of friendship and loveof a swan that was god and a god that's a doveit felt a time of legends in a different landwhere space is a mermaid and time sand I found myself all inside outand full of doubtand it felt like treasonbut the women had their reasonsno doubt that's truewe all dobut they helped me inside and lay me down for a whileand though an ancient onetreated me like a childthe lightning strikes the midnight steepleand all the screams and all those peopleI never saw such a lookof fright like they were out of luckme I was going out of my mindbut they took me in and were truthful and kindnot like dreams but just holy and realand for a while I learned what I really feelthe room kind of fluttered like a butterfly wingand he listened whilst they talked to himtold him stories and songs of friendship and loveof a swan that was god and a god that's a doveit was a strange strange time in a different landwhere space is a mermaid and time sand it was a strange strange time in a different landwhere space is a mermaid and time sand
close to midnighttime's precious stoneyou're alone with a smokelike one of those ancient folkwho know they're part of the darkcast out from within the dark's arcand we all need an arc at the floodthe flood's where we're stoodyea, we're waiting for the floodcos running's no goodno good at all.some nights are mystery and a stormwith alarm bells ringing and a wild formothers are like lullabyes and reach intender as the night and a kind of beseachingwell this was the second kinda kind of kissing and sighingI'm not lyingnot lyingand then there was a thirdand the room was soft where candles burnedand one was a stranger and the other strangeone was a dreamer and all were out of rangeand you could hear the traffic running the nightand eternity in the small palms that felt all rightand nothing's certain in the time to comenothing's promised and the voices hummedlike choirs of confused and tiredand outside nightime was wiredsome nights are mystery and a stormwith alarm bells ringing and a wild formothers are like lullabyes and reach intender as the night and a kind of beseachingwell this was the second kinda kind of kissing and sighingI'm not lyingnot lying when the daybreak brokeone slept, one spokeanother turned away to greet the daythe sun was coming up and his heart was glowinghe was lost and found didn't know where he was goingbut the all night girls they called to him in passing byand then he knew more than he knowd and that's no liesome nights are mystery and a stormwith alarm bells ringing and a wild formothers are like lullabyes and reach intender as the night and a kind of beseachingwell this was the second kinda kind of kissing and sighingI'm not lyingnot lying