Pocketful of Lemons is a b-side from the 1999 James single We’re Going To Miss You.
It was recorded by Tim and Michael on an eight-track machine at Tim’s house along with Wisdom Of The Throat as b-sides for the We’re Going To Miss You single as the two felt that fans should get new material with the single rather than the easy option of live tracks or remixes.
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I've got a pocketful of lemons,
And an aphrodisiac pack,
Got a mind set on confusion,
And I'm never, ever coming back,
When you talked of love you meant something else,
A war perhaps,
When you kissed my lips you tasted,
My flesh perhaps,
Got a third eye full of visions,
In my backpack there's a satellite dish,
You confused me with my father,
Had a memory,
Like a goldfish,
You kissed the lips of horses in your dreams,
But in life you want it sterile,
Including you and me,
I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I'm sure I'd get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around,
When I talk of heaven,
You book holidays in Spain,
When I observe the sky is falling,
You dryly me it might rain,
When you tied me up I imagined,
Kate Moss perhaps,
And you imagined him too,
I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I could almost get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around,
In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me,
In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me, save me,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
And an aphrodisiac pack,
Got a mind set on confusion,
And I'm never, ever coming back,
When you talked of love you meant something else,
A war perhaps,
When you kissed my lips you tasted,
My flesh perhaps,
Got a third eye full of visions,
In my backpack there's a satellite dish,
You confused me with my father,
Had a memory,
Like a goldfish,
You kissed the lips of horses in your dreams,
But in life you want it sterile,
Including you and me,
I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I'm sure I'd get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around,
When I talk of heaven,
You book holidays in Spain,
When I observe the sky is falling,
You dryly me it might rain,
When you tied me up I imagined,
Kate Moss perhaps,
And you imagined him too,
I'm getting over you now,
If you'd leave me alone,
I could almost get home,
Just getting over you now,
But you keep fooling around,
In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me,
In this storm,
In this sea,
There is nothing that can save me, save me,
Na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na
Song: | Pocketful Of Lemons |
Released: | 13th December 1999 |
Main Associated Album (or Single): | We're Going To Miss You |
First Heard Live: | Never performed live |
- We’re Going To Miss You :Studio, Single, 1999
- 1999 Singles & B-Sides :Compilation, Album, 2024
- Can't find any records of performances.
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