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 gowell my head is aching I guess I alread y knowthere are wounds in my hands and feetI died three days ago I'm not who you thought you'd meethammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightthrow in your hand and let's make a pactI'll tell you nothing if you don't want what I lackedwhite flowers in an elegant vase on the window silland down in the valley the deadly heat that killshammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightcattle dream themselves into reality in the meadowyea, I've got time to linger and that kind of fellowthese thorns are cutting going round my skulltime is wounded and the conversation is dullhammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightwhen did you write that letter you wrotedid you send it with a reason and did you quotewhat I said a long long time ago as a kind of jokeand you weren't there by my side when at last I awokemouths can be crocodiles or the devil's eyetalk like the hanged man on the tree where he diedor was it thunder that made you feel that sudden fearthat crawls into your bones into your tears?hammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting nighthammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting nightchariots are golden and their wheels are on firethe nightclub was where you danced played the squirebut the day is coming and it'll fly on swans wingswhen you'll be swept away. It's what fate always brings.hammer your nails and drink the bloodyou can be wicked you can be goodthe horizon is blurring and so far awaythree boats will be here any dayand four riders with their mouths of lightand soon it'll be dark and everlasting night
please call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the linerolled in as a great stormsails all ragged and tornI'll give you my coins all of themever felt your lost and damnedplease call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the linewalked a street near midnightfull of feelings not quite righta sickness a blindness and coldshe's far away and I'm so oldplease call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the linememories are ghosts I'm a haunted houseyears have past me by I've lived like a mousetoo fearful to live too curious to diedrinking to the clocks whose hands wave me byplease call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the linethere've been times when I thoughtI might say a word or foughtfor a line to say enough is enoughguess I wasn't made of the right kind of stuffplease call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the lineI've seen love in eyesand seen the sun in warm skiesmy sadness has kept good friendsbut like they say all things endat the bottom of the stairstake your bags and wareswalk out and don't look backcarry your tears in your ruck sackplease call me on your phoneif ever you're down and out and alonemaybe we could go for a walkwe don't need to talkI was counting magpies one dayI knew there was nothing left to sayblue in the morning and blue all the timeI'm walking the long walk to the end of the line
catch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breezecatch my tears all my fears bring me to my kneesoh this is the twists and shoutthis is what grief's all aboutthere's a great whirling spiralling hole in the skyand it spins and spins and if you listen you cryand wep for hours until the light begins to burnout your eyes and you have to twist and turncatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breezecatch my tears all my fears bring me to my kneesoh this is the twists and shoutthis is what grief's all aboutyou ever felt you're inside out and upside downever felt something's wrong like you're sinking into the groundand your bones are too big for your body and your tonguespeaks in languages that are always too youngcatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breezecatch my tears all my fears bring me to my kneesoh this is the twists and shoutthis is what grief's all aboutwent to where lorca and bunuel and dali set out their waresin a city of blood and angels where feelings were daresagainst the fiercest of foes the devil time and moneyblew kisses to the gods above and to you too honeythey were selling portraits of the dead and statues and trinketssingers were singing and angels played loud their trumpetsand tears streamed down tears of sorrow and ragetears of the living of the lovers turning the pagecatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breezecatch my tears all my fears bring me to my kneesoh this is the twists and shoutthis is what grief's all aboutcame to a city bright shining on the hill of spaceand time was there dressed as a widow without a faceand skull and crossbones the pirates from the seathey were waiting patiently for you and patiently for mecatch my tears as they fall like confetti in the breezecatch my tears all my fears bring me to my kneesoh this is the twists and shoutthis is what grief's all about
garden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these are my words I sendwho is that coming down, down from the high hillstrawberries and apples and time to killwalks in the shade of the day where antelopes playwalking through the stars and oh don't go please please staygarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these are my words I sendblues and greens and the goldfinch chatters in the treeand a bee eater moves on the trunk and as far as you can seetime and time again repeats itself like paradiseI'll love you now and love you forever love you twicebut there's someone coming down down from the hillsmall and crouched and with eyes that could killand the clouds unfurl and cover the skyI guess there's a dying coming this is where I'll diegarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these are my words of love I send
give me wine and give me mercyoh take me or leave methe bells are tolling for you and meyou're my lily of the valleycamels moving through the desert at midnight like ghostsor those dreams that come when you need them mostpale and thin and longer than reality lets them beand when you stare through the glass and there'd nothing to seegive me wine and give me mercyoh take me or leave methe bells are tolling for you and meyou're my lily of the valleysilence in the middle of the talk like something is droppedor cotton gets snagged on your way and everything stoppedthe eyes are turned away or inside or somewhere elseI feel softer than reality and I can hardly feel my own breathgive me wine and give me mercyoh take me or leave methe bells are tolling for you and meyou're my lily of the valleythere's a crowd down by the store and lights are shiningbut my head is burning and somewhere a dog's whininglater in the bar there's a shade sat in a corner drinking but stillwatching xrays of people that he once knew and killedgive me wine and give me mercyoh take me or leave methe bells are tolling for you and meyou're my lily of the valleythe taxi is late and she's distressed and alarmeda red rose is bleeding the wolfman's becalmedbetween midnight and sunrise the dawn's weird lightthat turns lovers to the sorrowful dust of the long lost midnightdancers and lovers and the watchmen with keysare staggering around on thir faces and kneesa dreamer is writing a poem to a loveand the hound dog is singing to the angels abovegive me wine and give me mercyoh take me or leave methe bells are tolling for you and meyou're my lily of the valley
horses are dying their eyes wild and seeing it alldistances sadder than eternity where came the fallach hear the screams hear the cries coming from the groundwhere the dying are calling out great monstrous soundstouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekthe lantern is lit but there's nothing here but the darkand the bull is rushing through and the dogs they do barkand the babies are quiet now and its fear we all knowwhen silence is coloured in blood and the blood flowstouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seektears on our lips and tears rolling through our bonesall the buildings have fallen and there are no more homesand ids it midnight when the walls crumble downand windows are broken and make these a crown of thornstouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekthe tower shook and then fell down in a deadly crashand crushed like grapes under feet reality's smashedand who is left to write it all out so the future can remainah all this ruin all this sorrow and all of it, all this paintouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekclose your eyes close your mouth but not your heartthis is the end of everything yea its where the end startsand prayers for forgiveness and prayers for the deadprayers for the living and in words none of us ever saidtouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekcame across a big horizon into a small placethe moon was shining like a lantern across your faceyou spoke most gentle and most kindI was lost then found and you never leave my mindtouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seek
well the night it was ddark and the moon didn't shinestrange birds were shrieking as if someone was dyingand the wind in the trees rattled angels and soulsand he was crying out his heart and the world got oldhow strange it is and sad to be truehow a love who loves another can destroy yousuch a simple thing no doubt happens all the timeleaves you at the end of a street at the end of the lineand days they were longer than they really out to beand his eyes they were fading they could hardly seeand people what were they but strangers in a crowdas he walked to nowhere and back his head bowedhow strange it is and sad to be truehow a love who loves another can destroy yousuch a simple thing no doubt happens all the timeleaves you at the end of a street at the end of the linedown by the main road the lorries thundered byand the trains through the tunnels whistled and sighedthe cranes and the scaffolds on the building reared their headbut his day was as lifeless as if the world was all deadhow strange it is and sad to be truehow a love who loves another can destroy yousuch a simple thing no doubt happens all the timeleaves you at the end of a street at the end of the linehe knew he was finished he knew it like fateand he laughed at himself himself he did hatefor being weak and stupid and full of these thingsthat ran through his mind and cold desolation bringsit was five in the evening and the lights in the windowwere lanterns that marked where he knew he couldn't gothresholds and doors and lines that are drawnhe walked on real slow and was lost and forlornhow strange it is and sad to be truehow a love who loves another can destroy yousuch a simple thing no doubt happens all the timeleaves you at the end of a street at the end of the line
count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad nightthey hanged her in the middle of the dayshe was out walking that night they saywell it's one of those strange rumourstimes are shaking full of desolate humourscount my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad nightgold was exchanged and letters writtenthe women and the boys were all love smittenthe sheriff was a cruel cruel manThrough the woods with his men he rancount my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad nighthorses turned to eat their own kindand the elderly fell over the cliffs out of their mindsan angel was kept a secret over the tavernhe was far far away from what we called heavencount my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad nightturned a trick then threw in my handhitched a lift in a lorry to a foreign landsettled in the parched land at the foot of the cliffand painted and drank whisky and smoked spliffgot old well it happens to every one of usbut I kept on keeping on didn't make a fussthen one night I heard a great rushing falland my soul rolled like a burning cannon ball count my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad nightvultures and crows circled the town and timeskeletons and skulls and sex and you were never minelets make love to the flowers of the sandlets die unto each other here on this desert landcount my tears as they fall onto the dry earth and stonesdon't bury me and leave me so the dogs can gnaw my bonesand the moon will shine its silvery lightand my tears will float into the dark of the sad night
sorrow comes like a kind of dreamand there's nothing really, and what can it meanit's just a sadness so heavyyou're just never readyand can't carry that loadah the story's sad and oldlightening hit the tower and the fires burnt the town downwomen rushed from inner rooms to the hardening groundbilly goat gruff was slaughtered by the wishing wellthe thief took all he could knows what is hidden sellssorrow comes like a kind of dreamand there's nothing really, and what can it meanit's just a sadness so heavyyou're just never readyand can't carry that loadah the story's sad and oldby the time the rainbow shot up across the skythere was no one left who could ask whysoldiers and calculations and that kind of deaththat doesn't bother with dying or finishing your breathsorrow comes like a kind of dreamand there's nothing really, and what can it meanit's just a sadness so heavyyou're just never readyand can't carry that loadah the story's sad and oldwhen she looked out her window one dayshe knew doom was there on the road coming her wayshe withdrew to her room and spoke quiet and softthen took a dagger and waited by the bed in the loftby the morning the drama was all said and doneand the judge and the police lay out under the hot sunthe sweet sweet one who laid down her timemade a last stand and drew the last linesorrow comes like a kind of dreamand there's nothing really, and what can it meanit's just a sadness so heavyyou're just never readyand can't carry that loadah the story's sad and old
well I told henry to lie low and see what came to passwe drank for a time and then disaster came in fasta year later we were still mending fences and woundsnew things appeared new sounds new tunesbut the minds were like weasels and were crueland the people in charge were either knaves or foolsthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilslady kathleen was a cool sort of woman knew a thing or twoshe would listen to talk and keep her own point of viewshe weighed up chances every chance she gotwas well respected was clever and knew what was whatbut things inside stayed deep down in thereand she was always a step ahead of whoever daredthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilsTiny Bowhead was a dazzle and razzle and a conhe was quick to be there if he thought she was the onehis eyes were blue his brain like a snakehe liked to listen to anyone who might be making a mistakehe'd never show his real hand his gloves were wornhe would sit for a while pretend his heart was love lornthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veilssome stranger came to sell some charmanyone would see that she could bring nothing but harmthough her heart was strange and twisted and hiddenNot even she knew what her heart was forbiddena youth listened to her old mad talk and sangwhilst his parents wept and alarm bells rangthe slow movement of souls in a city without fearis like a secret love that has to hide and disappearthere are no words no signs no tell tailsall is hushed and silence and masks and veils
garden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I sendtouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekgarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I sendthe lantern is lit but there's nothing here but the darkand the bull is rushing through and the dogs they do barkand the babies are quiet now and its fear we all knowwhen silence is coloured in blood and the blood flowsgarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I sendtouch me like water over the great empty dawntouch me when all is hopeless and seems real forlornreach across time and let your fingers stroke my cheekthough I'm far far away some love's like hide and seekgarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I sendtears on our lips and tears rolling through our bonesall the buildings have fallen and there are no more homesand ids it midnight when the walls crumble downand windows are broken and make these a crown of thornswho is that coming down, down from the high hillstrawberries and apples and time to killwalks in the shade of the day where antelopes playwalking through the stars and the night then its daygarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I sendblues and greens and the goldfinch chatters in the treeand a bee eater moves on the trunk and as far as you can seetime and time again repeats itself like paradiseI guess this is what we say is sweet and what's nicebut there's someone coming down down from the hillsmall and crouched and with eyes that could killand the clouds unfurl and cover the skyI guess there's a dying coming this is where we'll all liegarden of love and garden of sorrowgarden of when we were hoping to be tomorrowbut I guess something's are never to be in the endso these are my words to you these I send
I've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhlit a candle and sat at the windowwatched time and the leaves flowautumn has turned and its horses are wildeyes like burning coals nothing meek or mildI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhblood in the river curls round the bendthe stumbling figure he might be reaching the endwho knows who can bend further who can'tLilith's got the truth but she's telling it slantmyths are crawling through the undergrowthAdam and Eve's they've got their troubles bothI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhcurses and promises and a greedy kingall the deer in the valley and the sparrows singrain falling down by the lake and the knight is sleepingthere's gold in the hills but that's not what she's keepingwashing on the line well you'd better bring it inwhere your lies end I know some kind of truth beginsthe jester and the twisted man they hold the cardsit was never goingto be easy, it was always hardI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhsleepwalker in the middle of the kight might be troubleI can hear those witches mumbling their hubble and bubblea rat in the bed like moving deep undergroundand the children are running when they hear that soundI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhhere comes a swordsman he's looking wicked and slickhe has letters and jewels and his mind is lightening quickbut hers is too and its as smooth as a pearlshe'll kill him with poison and then be queen of the worldI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhhdown in the dell there are strange ones who all walkand cast spells in the midnight hour they don't like to talkabout anything they do its kind of hushed and without fearclouds of unkowing beneath the trembling and fearI've a carnival inside my headI can talk to the deadI fly with the doveBut it's you that I love ahhhh
broken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemsit was a long winter and then came the springhe had coins and a gold ringdew on the long meadow and the sunhe rode a white horse and killed with a gunbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemsducks and geese and the farmer's waymud and dust and soon he had nothing to sayhistory talks but in forked tongues and bloodthen the rain came falling and he was drowning in mudbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemsyou see the future stretching out like a hand on fireknew what he had to do the flood grew higher and higherrode out one last morning didn't look backcarried his world all he could keep in his sackbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemstowns were strange and people were mean and slyhe saw beneath their skulls knew they'd all diebad men were ruling the roost and the nighteveryone slaughtered and eyes were filled with frightbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemshe sat in a corer face down counting the timegirls were dancing and the drinks living was a crimerouge on the lamps and the lips and smileswere greedy and liars and on the hills burned hell firesbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poemsbutcher and baker and gold watch makerhe saw her there in the last light knew he's never forsake herstayed in the dark shadow and followed his heartknew this was this, was where life and death startbroken roads and broken homesbroken hearts from broken poems