Water: Johnny Pulp and the Lemonheads
garden of love and garden of sorrow
give me wine and give me mercy
horses are dying their eyes wild and see.
sorrow comes like a kind of dream.mp3
garden of love and garden of sorrow (2)
I've a carnival inside my head.
Sleeve Notes
will you have one more beer before you go
well my head is aching I guess I already know
there are wounds in my hands and feet I died three days ago
I'm not who you thought you'd meethammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightthrow in your hand and let's make a pact
I'll tell you nothing if you don't want what I lacked
white flowers in an elegant vase on the window sill
and down in the valley the deadly heat that killshammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightcattle dream themselves into reality in the meadow
yea, I've got time to linger and that kind of fellow
these thorns are cutting going round my skull
time is wounded and the conversation is dull hammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting night when did you write that letter you wrote
did you send it with a reason and did you quote
what I said a long long time ago as a kind of joke
and you weren't there by my side when at last I awoke mouths can be crocodiles or the devil's eye
talk like the hanged man on the tree where he died
or was it thunder that made you feel that sudden fear
that crawls into your bones into your tears?hammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting nighthammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting night chariots are golden and their wheels are on fire
the nightclub was where you danced played the squire
but the day is coming and it'll fly on swans’ wings
when you'll be swept away, it's what fate always brings hammer your nails and drink the blood
you can be wicked you can be good
the horizon is blurring and so far away
three boats will be here any day
and four riders with their mouths of light
and soon it'll be dark and everlasting night please call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the linerolled in as a great storm
sails all ragged and torn
I'll give you my coins all of them
ever felt you're lost and damned please call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the linewalked a street near midnight
full of feelings not quite right
a sickness a blindness and cold
she's far away and I'm so old please call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the line memories are ghosts I'm a haunted house
years have passed me by I've lived like a mouse
too fearful to live too curious to die
drinking to the clocks whose hands wave me by please call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the linet here've been times when I thought
I might say a word or fought
for a line to say enough is enough
guess I wasn't made of the right kind of stuffplease call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the line I've seen love in eyes
and seen the sun in warm skies
my sadness has kept good friends
but like they say all things endat the bottom of the stairs
take your bags and wares
walk out and don't look back
carry your tears in your ruck sackplease call me on your phone
if ever you're down and out and alone
maybe we could go for a walk
we don't need to talkI was counting magpies one day
I knew there was nothing left to say
blue in the morning and blue all the time
I'm walking the long walk to the end of the line
one night it seemed hopeless and his jealousy ruined his mind twisted him like a corkscrew and his frenzy just grew and grew and grew and then in the night all alone what was he supposed to do what he knew he knew and couldn't undo ahhhhh he kept thinking of her being with another and it crippled his thought and he knew he shouldn't and he ought not but it was toolate for that he was where he was and that was a matter of fact and so in the moonlight clear he walked out one night and walked until he was out of sight and kept on and on until everyone knew he was gone and yet at the end of the world he looked at the great fall and knew that she had been all and jumped over and fell and fell right down all the way away from his living green eyed hell farewell lover
catch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breeze
catch my tears all my fears bring me to my knees
oh this is the twists and shout
this is what grief's all aboutthere's a great whirling spiralling hole in the sky
and it spins and spins and if you listen you cry
and weep for hours until the light begins to burn
out your eyes and you have to twist and turncatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breeze
catch my tears all my fears bring me to my knees
oh this is the twists and shout
this is what grief's all aboutyou ever felt you're inside out and upside down
ever felt something's wrong like you're sinking into the ground
and your bones are too big for your body and your tongue
speaks in languages that are always too youngcatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breeze
catch my tears all my fears bring me to my knees
oh this is the twists and shout
this is what grief's all aboutwent to where Lorca and Buñuel and Dali set out their wares
in a city of blood and angels where feelings were dares
against the fiercest of foes the devil time and money
blew kisses to the gods above and to you too honeythey were selling portraits of the dead and statues and trinkets
singers were singing and angels played loud their trumpets
and tears streamed down tears of sorrow and rage
tears of the living of the lovers turning the pagecatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breeze
catch my tears all my fears bring me to my knees
oh this is the twists and shout
this is what grief's all aboutcame to a city bright shining on the hill of space
and time was there dressed as a widow without a face
and skull and crossbones the pirates from the sea
they were waiting patiently for you and patiently for mecatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breeze
catch my tears all my fears bring me to my knees
oh this is the twists and shout
this is what grief's all about garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these are my words I sendwho is that coming down, down from the high hills
strawberries and apples and time to kill
walks in the shade of the day where antelopes play
walking through the stars and oh don't go please please stay garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these are my words I send blues and greens and the goldfinch chatters in the tree
and a bee eater moves on the trunk and as far as you can see
time and time again repeats itself like paradise
I'll love you now and love you forever love you twice but there's someone coming down down from the hill
small and crouched and with eyes that could kill
and the clouds unfurl and cover the sky
I guess there's a dying coming this is where I'll die garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these are my words of love I send give me wine and give me mercy
oh take me or leave me
the bells are tolling for you and me
you're my lily of the valley camels moving through the desert at midnight like ghosts
or those dreams that come when you need them most
pale and thin and longer than reality lets them be
and when you stare through the glass and there's nothing to see give me wine and give me mercy
oh take me or leave me
the bells are tolling for you and me
you're my lily of the valley silence in the middle of the talk like something is dropped
or cotton gets snagged on your way and everything stopped
the eyes are turned away or inside or somewhere else
I feel softer than reality and I can hardly feel my own breath give me wine and give me mercy
oh take me or leave me
the bells are tolling for you and me
you're my lily of the valley there's a crowd down by the store and lights are shining
but my head is burning and somewhere a dog's whining
later in the bar there's a shade sat in a corner drinking but still
watching x-rays of people that he once knew and killed give me wine and give me mercy
oh take me or leave me
the bells are tolling for you and me
you're my lily of the valley the taxi is late and she's distressed and alarmed
a red rose is bleeding the wolfman's becalmed
between midnight and sunrise the dawn's weird light
that turns lovers to the sorrowful dust of the long lost midnight dancers and lovers and the watchmen with keys
are staggering around on their faces and knees
a dreamer is writing a poem to a love
and the hound dog is singing to the angels abovegive me wine and give me mercy
oh take me or leave me
the bells are tolling for you and me
you're my lily of the valley horses are dying their eyes wild and seeing it all
distances sadder than eternity where came the fall
ah hear the screams hear the cries coming from the ground
where the dying are calling out great monstrous sounds touch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekthe lantern is lit but there's nothing here but the dark
and the bull is rushing through and the dogs they do bark
and the babies are quiet now and its fear we all know
when silence is coloured in blood and the blood flowstouch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek tears on our lips and tears rolling through our bones
all the buildings have fallen and there are no more homes
and is it midnight when the walls crumble down
and windows are broken and make these a crown of thornstouch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek the tower shook and then fell down in a deadly crash
and crushed like grapes under feet reality's smashed
and who is left to write it all out so the future can remain
ah all this ruin all this sorrow and all of it, all this pain touch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek close your eyes close your mouth but not your heart
this is the end of everything yea it's where the end starts
and prayers for forgiveness and prayers for the dead
prayers for the living and in words none of us ever said touch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek came across a big horizon into a small place
the moon was shining like a lantern across your face
you spoke most gentle and most kind
I was lost then found and you never leave my mindtouch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek well the night it was dark and the moon didn't shine
strange birds were shrieking as if someone was dying
and the wind in the trees rattled angels and souls
and he was crying out his heart and the world got old how strange it is and sad to be true
how a love who loves another can destroy you
such a simple thing no doubt happens all the time
leaves you at the end of a street at the end of the line and days they were longer than they really ought to be
and his eyes they were fading they could hardly see
and people what were they but strangers in a crowd
as he walked to nowhere and back his head bowed how strange it is and sad to be true
how a love who loves another can destroy you
such a simple thing no doubt happens all the time
leaves you at the end of a street at the end of the line down by the main road the lorries thundered by
and the trains through the tunnels whistled and sighed
the cranes and the scaffolds on the building reared their head
but his day was as lifeless as if the world was all dead how strange it is and sad to be true
how a love who loves another can destroy you
such a simple thing no doubt happens all the time
leaves you at the end of a street at the end of the line he knew he was finished he knew it like fate
and he laughed at himself himself he did hate
for being weak and stupid and full of these things
that ran through his mind and cold desolation brings it was five in the evening and the lights in the window
were lanterns that marked where he knew he couldn't go
thresholds and doors and lines that are drawn
he walked on real slow and was lost and forlornhow strange it is and sad to be true
how a love who loves another can destroy you
such a simple thing no doubt happens all the time
leaves you at the end of a street at the end of the line count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad night they hanged her in the middle of the day
she was out walking that night they say
well it's one of those strange rumours
times are shaking full of desolate humours count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad night gold was exchanged and letters written
the women and the boys were all love smitten
the sheriff was a cruel cruel man
through the woods with his men he rancount my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad nighthorses turned to eat their own kind
and the elderly fell over the cliffs out of their minds
an angel was kept a secret over the tavern
he was far far away from what we called heaven count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad night turned a trick then threw in my hand
hitched a lift in a lorry to a foreign land
settled in the parched land at the foot of the cliff
and painted and drank whisky and smoked spliff got old well it happens to every one of us
but I kept on keeping on didn't make a fuss
then one night I heard a great rushing fall
and my soul rolled like a burning cannon ball count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad night vultures and crows circled the town and time
skeletons and skulls and sex and you were never mine
let's make love to the flowers of the sand
let's die unto each other here on this desert land count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stones
don't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bones
and the moon will shine its silvery light
and my tears will float into the dark of the sad night sorrow comes like a kind of dream
and there's nothing really, and what can it mean
it's just a sadness so heavy
you're just never ready
and can't carry that load
ah the story's sad and oldlightning hit the tower and the fires burnt the town down
women rushed from inner rooms to the hardening ground
billy goat gruff was slaughtered by the wishing well
the thief took all he could knows what is hidden sells sorrow comes like a kind of dream
and there's nothing really, and what can it mean
it's just a sadness so heavy
you're just never ready
and can't carry that load
ah the story's sad and oldby the time the rainbow shot up across the sky
there was no one left who could ask why
soldiers and calculations and that kind of death
that doesn't bother with dying or finishing your breath sorrow comes like a kind of dream
and there's nothing really, and what can it mean
it's just a sadness so heavy
you're just never ready
and can't carry that load
ah the story's sad and oldwhen she looked out her window one day
she knew doom was there on the road coming her way
she withdrew to her room and spoke quiet and soft
then took a dagger and waited by the bed in the loft by the morning the drama was all said and done
and the judge and the police lay out under the hot sun
the sweet sweet one who laid down her time
made a last stand and drew the last line sorrow comes like a kind of dream
and there's nothing really, and what can it mean
it's just a sadness so heavy
you're just never ready
and can't carry that load
ah the story's sad and oldgarden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send touch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send the lantern is lit but there's nothing here but the dark
and the bull is rushing through and the dogs they do bark
and the babies are quiet now and its fear we all know
when silence is coloured in blood and the blood flows garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send touch me like water over the great empty dawn
touch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlorn
reach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheek
though I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send tears on our lips and tears rolling through our bones
all the buildings have fallen and there are no more homes
and is it midnight when the walls crumble down
and windows are broken and make these a crown of thorns who is that coming down, down from the high hills
strawberries and apples and time to kill
walks in the shade of the day where antelopes play
walking through the stars and the night then it's day garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send blues and greens and the goldfinch chatters in the tree
and a bee eater moves on the trunk and as far as you can see
time and time again repeats itself like paradise
I guess this is what we say is sweet and what's nice but there's someone coming down down from the hill
small and crouched and with eyes that could kill
and the clouds unfurl and cover the sky
I guess there's a dying coming this is where we'll all lie garden of love and garden of sorrow
garden of when we were hoping to be tomorrow
but I guess some things are never to be in the end
so these are my words to you these I send I've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love ahhhh lit a candle and sat at the window
watched time and the leaves flow
autumn has turned and its horses are wild
eyes like burning coals nothing meek or mildI've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love blood in the river curls round the bend
the stumbling figure he might be reaching the end
who knows who can bend further who can't
Lilith's got the truth but she's telling it slant myths are crawling through the undergrowth
Adam and Eve's they've got their troubles bothI've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love ahhhh curses and promises and a greedy king
all the deer in the valley and the sparrows sing
rain falling down by the lake and the knight is sleeping
there's gold in the hills but that's not what she's keeping washing on the line well you'd better bring it in
where your lies end I know some kind of truth begins
the jester and the twisted man they hold the cards
it was never going to be easy, it was always hardI've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love sleepwalker in the middle of the night might be trouble
I can hear those witches mumbling their hubble and bubble
a rat in the bed like moving deep underground
and the children are running when they hear that soundI've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love here comes a swordsman he's looking wicked and slick
he has letters and jewels and his mind is lightening quick
but hers is too and it's as smooth as a pearl's
she'll kill him with poison and then be queen of the world I've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love down in the dell there are strange ones who all walk
and cast spells in the midnight hour they don't like to talk
about anything they do it's kind of hushed and without fear
clouds of unknowing beneath the trembling and fear I've a carnival inside my head
I can talk to the dead
I fly with the dove
but it's you that I love broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems it was a long winter and then came the spring
he had coins and a gold ring
dew on the long meadow and the sun
he rode a white horse and killed with a gun broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems ducks and geese and the farmer's way
mud and dust and soon he had nothing to say
history talks but in forked tongues and blood
then the rain came falling and he was drowning in mud broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems you see the future stretching out like a hand on fire
knew what he had to do the flood grew higher and higher
rode out one last morning didn't look back
carried his world all he could keep in his sack broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems towns were strange and people were mean and sly
he saw beneath their skulls knew they'd all die
bad men were ruling the roost and the night
everyone slaughtered and eyes were filled with fright broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems he sat in a corner face down counting the time
girls were dancing and the drinks living was a crime
rouge on the lamps and the lips and smiles
were greedy and liars and on the hills burned hell firesbroken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poemsbutcher and baker and gold watch maker
he saw her there in the last light knew he'd never forsake her
stayed in the dark shadow and followed his heart
knew this was this, was where life and death start broken roads and broken homes
broken hearts from broken poems