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Hey man, how come you treat your woman so bad? That's not the way you do it. No no no you shouldn't do it like that. I could show you how to do it right. I used to practice every night on my wife, now she's gone. Yeah, she's gone. You see your mother and me, we never got along that well you see. I'd love to help you but everybody's telling me you look like me but please don't turn out like me. You look like me but you're not like me I know. I had one, two, three, four shots of happiness. I look like a big man But I've only got a little soul. I only got a little soul. Yeah, I wish I could be an example. Wish I could say I stood up for you and fought for what was right. But I never did. I just wore my trenchcoat and stayed out every single night. You think I'm joking? Well, try me. Yeah, try me. Yeah come on, try me tonight. I did what was wrong though I knew what was right. I've got no wisdom that I want to pass on. Just don't hang round here, no, I'm telling you son. You don't wanna know me. Oh, that's just what everybody's telling me. And everbody's teling me you look like me but please don't turn into me. You look like me but you're not like me I hope. I have run away form the one thing that I ever made. Now I only wish that I could show you - wish I could show a little soul. Wish I could show a little soul. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
I fell asleep on your sofa,
and had a dream about a small child, in dungarees, who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there, you were there dressed in green, saying something obscene. But that's why I came here in the first place, Oh well that and the tea. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Cushions and TV, and the table set for tea. One for you, one for me. Come and lie down on the settee, in that green jumper, you can have anything you want. And the clock is saying, it's half past four but you know, I want to stay a little more. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade light filtering through the trees. It's so soft and it's warm. Just another cup of tea please (one lump thanks). Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Oh Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come home. It's time for your tea. |
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Angela (Angela)
An unfinished symphony (Angela) Angela (Angela) She's mobile poetry (Angela) And she's nearly 23 Making four-fifty an hour Complimentary shower They call her Angela Angela Oh Angela Angela Angela (Angela) Boom you blew my mind (Angela) Angela (Angela) I feel the sap rising tonight (Angela) A dry stick at the end of a branch And an overzealous hand You can't glue it back, no Snapped off by Angela Angela Oh Angela Oh! Angela Oh Angela Angela Angela Yeah Angela! (Angela) Oh Angela! (Angela) Angela! (Angela) Oh Angela (Angela)! Oh Angela |
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Sitting alone on a cold bar stool,
your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool. Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares. Brittle fingers, and thin cigarettes, so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. You put your hand on mine, death white on brown, those whirlpool eyes; well, I begin to drown. The girl of my nightmares, erotic and skull-faced. The girl of my nightmares. Anorexic beauty, feather-weight perfection, anorexic beauty, underweight goddess. Sitting alone on a cold bar stool, your so hard to tell apart, she hasn't spoken yet. Pastel-white features, high cheek-bones, scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. The girl of my nightmares, sultry and corpse-like. The girl of my nightmares. Anorexic beauty, feather-weight perfection, anorexic beauty, underweight goddess. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Well it happened years ago,
when you lived on Stanhope Road. We listened to your sister, when she came home from school, cos she was two years older, and she had boys in her room. We listened outside and heard her. Alright. Well that was alright for a while, but soon I wanted more. I want to see as well as hear, and so I hid inside her wardrobe. And she came round four, and she was with some kid called David, from the garage up the road. I listened outside I heard her. Alright. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah. When I saw you next day, I really couldn't tell, cos you might go and tell your mother. And so you went with Neve, and Neve was coming on, and I thought I heard you laughing, when his Mum and Dad were gone. I listened outside, I heard you. Alright. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah. Well I guess it couldn't last too long. I came home one day, and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside. I never heard her come. And then she opened up her wardrobe, and I had to get it on. Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home, I heard you stop outside the door. I know you won't believe it's true, I only went with her 'cos she looks like you. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
Outside there's children laughing
The radio plays my favourite song The sun is shinning Oh and peace broke out in the world And no-one says a cruel word And peace is the sweetest sound I've ever heard And baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming home She was just sleeping somewhere Now she's come back to hold my hand And we go walking And the years have all melted away Yeah I remember you like yesterday And the summer's here so say goodbye to rain And baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming home I feel like I am surely dreaming How can things oh-so-quickly change? Well, it's strange but true I'm telling you truthfully, see: That baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming home Oh, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me Yeah, baby's coming back to me My baby's coming home |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you. I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church - she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work. 'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine. A bad cover version of love is not the real thing. Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in. Such great disappointment when you got him home - the original was so good; the one you no longer own. And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine. It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect. Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork. Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in" Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Now if you can stand,
I would like to take you by the hand, yeah, and go for a walk, past people as they go to work. Oh, let's get out of this place, before they tell us that we've just died. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, just what did you lose? If you can make an order could you get me one? Two sugars would be great, cos I'm fading fast, and it's nearly dawn. If they knocked down this place, this place, it'd still look much better than you. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? Oh, it's ok it's just your mind. If we get through this alive, I'll meet you next week, same place, same time. Oh move, move quick you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? That's what you get from clubbing it. You can't go home and go to bed, because it hasn't worn off yet, and now it's morning. There's only one place we can go. It's around the corner in Soho, where other broken people go. Let's go. |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah
And go for a walk past people as they go to work. Oh, let's get out of this place before they tell us that we've just died. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you,you're looking so confused just what did you lose? If you can make an order could you get me one. Two sugars would be great 'cos I'm fading fast and it's nearly dawn. If they knocked down this place, this place, it'd still look much better than you. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? Oh, it's ok it's just your mind. If we get through this alive I'll meet you next week, same place, same time. Oh move, move quick you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? That's what you get from clubbing it. You can't go home and go to bed because it hasn't worn off yet And now it's morning there's only one place we can go. It's around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let's go. |
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I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, a face in the rain, the pavement shines wet in focus again. Oh... oh... oh... oh. In a dead seaside town I tried to change my mind for a well-balanced view that was not mine to find. Heaven knows, all your stars are on show, they last a lifetime, and your hands leave their marks in the sand, they last for ever, for ever. It's clear to me: you fit so perfectly in a dimly lit room just inside of the sea. His twisted face tells me to leave this place. You know somewhere, but I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there. Heaven knows, all your stars are on show, they last a lifetime, and your hands leave their marks in the sand, they last for ever. They've followed me home - the one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar says something in a language that I don't uderstand. The street stinks of piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass, air roaring in my lungs. Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me. Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls. Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a blade in the moonlight. Someone laughs, the corners turned... and it's too late. The first blow falls... then nothing. I awoke on the beach sometime later to a grey and sunless sky. Your voice still slithers in my head, I can't remember what you said. I get to my feet, my body aches. I make for the town for no-one's sake. My mind is a blur, I feel so weak, I see your reflection in the street. "It's what you deserve, it's what you need. Just like those stupid books you read." I look to the sky, I see your face, collapse in the road I hear you say I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there! My wound's healing now and your imprint fades, now just a pale scar for five vanished days. Your voice is so weak, your face is unclear, your body a legend from a forgotten year. I've been followed home. I've been followed home. I've been followed home. I've been followed home. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
She's by herself again
in the quiet secret night Below the neighbour's window Hands in pockets; head on one side And the radio plays an unknown song that has nothing at all to do with God But it's miles away from this sad town And the stupid kids who get her down Just wait until Big Julie rules the world Big Julie rules the world Well, the radio still plays: Floating beyond time Like the greatest people in the world All springing up and feeling fine And it's far away from these sweaty lads who say that boys cannot be slags And if it's not them then it's their dads Like the guy who felt her up in class And Sunday school teacher who said she had beautiful breasts And the local radio DJ who is so obviously obsessed Yeah, form an orderly queue when Big Julie rules the world Big Julie rules the world Yeah, go and chase your dreams But if your dreams are not your own then wouldn't it be better just to work things out at home? And she knows sex is just for dummies anyway Something you do when you've run out of things to say But this song will play until the light It's the sound of her trying to find something to like The sound of her walking day and night And this song may lead her far away But tonight it seems to light the way And she can almost see the future shine And everything's in tune and everything's in time It will play until the day Big Julie rules the world Big Julie rules the world |
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It's six o'clock, the birds are singing.
I'm wide awake whilst you're still fast asleep. I went outside, into your garden. The sun was bright & the air was cool And as I stood there listening Well the birds in your garden they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature - she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, & kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. My father never told me about the birds & the bees. And I guess I never realised that I would ever meet birds as beautiful as these. I came inside, climbed to your bedroom. I kissed your eyes awake & then I did what I knew was only natural. And then the birds in your garden, they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature - she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, & kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. Yeah, the birds in your garden, they taught me the words to this song |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
I woke up in the morning
and all the bells were ringing My eyes could see the glory Baby Could hear the song they're singing You only get to see the light just one time in your life Oh, black magic that blows your mind away and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay You only get to stay one day Oh, that cold black magic Is there anything more wretched than to just have caught one sight? The eyes that saw the glory have been have been blinded by the light And it's the true believers that crash and burn But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna learn Black magic that blows your mind away and takes you somewhere that you wanna stay Oh, you only get to stay one day Oh, that cold black magic Ow We can't escape; we're born to die But I'm gonna give it a real good try because nothing comes close and nothing can compare to black magic Yeah yeah yeah Black magic Yeah yeah yeah |
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When you think you're treading water,
but you're just learning how to drown. And a song comes on the radio telling you that "The Only Way is Down". You're out of luck, you're out of time, get out of here. Your lover just traded you in for the very same model but a much more recent year. It will not stop, it will get worse from day to day 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up; like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart . That's the time the teardrops start that's the time you fall in love again. Yeah, that's the time you fall in love again. The recreational pursuits that made you shine have worn you thin. And it's oh so fine getting out of your mind as long as you can find your way back in. You want someone to screw your brains out I'd say they're running out of time they'd only go & cut themselves on the daggers of your mind. This is your future. This is the sentence you must serve 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart. That's the time the teardrops start that's the time you fall in love again. When you've had enough, when you've had too much, when you got knocked down & you never got up. That's the time you fall in love again. Oh, when you walked into the room I could not breathe, I could not speak. Please could I hide myself inside you? As far inside as it's possible to be. Can you assist me? I could not make it on my own. Can I give you all the love I have? It's not much but I'll try & raise a loan. I have no pride left, no, no there is nothing I'm trying to prove No, I am a fuck-up; just the same as you. Oh, I guess this is where I fall apart And I guess this is where the teardrops start but I don't care 'cos I just fell in love again. And I'd had enough - well, far too much I just fell down, could you please help me up? "Cos if you help me maybe I could fall in love again. Na na na. |
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When you think you're treading water, but you're just learning how to drown.
And a song comes on the radio telling you that "The Only Way is Down". You're out of luck, you're out of time, get out of here. Your lover just traded you in for the very same model but a much more recent year. It will not stop, it will get worse from day to day 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up; like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart . That's the time the teardrops start & that's the time you fall in love again. Yeah, that's the time you fall in love again. The recreational pursuits that made you shine have worn you thin. And it's oh so fine getting out of your mind as long as you can find your way back in. You want someone to screw your brains out I'd say they're running out of time & they'd only go & cut themselves on the daggers of your mind. This is your future. This is the sentence you must serve 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart. That's the time the teardrops start & that's the time you fall in love again. When you've had enough, when you've had too much, when you got knocked down & you never got up. That's the time you fall in love again. Oh, when you walked into the room I could not breathe, I could not speak. Please could I hide myself inside you? As far inside as it's possible to be. Can you assist me? I could not make it on my own. Can I give you all the love I have? It's not much but I'll try & raise a loan. I have no pride left, no, no there is nothing I'm trying to prove No, I am a fuck-up; just the same as you. Oh, I guess this is where I fall apart And I guess this is where the teardrops start but I don't care 'cos I just fell in love again. And I'd had enough - well, far too much I just fell down, could you please help me up? "Cos if you help me maybe I could fall in love again. Na na na. |
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Straight down the Parkway follow your nose to a place where nobody wants to go
It's a fare and a half; they're having a larf Everybody's broken or they're a dwarf Mirror mirror on the wall who is the ace-est of them all? The Catcliffe girl who gets out before her 18th birthday There's a little old man by the side of the road Just where he came from nobody knows He's so picturesque a physical wreck a dirty old bloke with no self-respect Ow! Oh god! You'd better leave town before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown Yeah It's a step to the left; a step to the right You do the Catcliffe Shakedown with all of your might Oh, baby, shakedown shakedown shakedown Pudgy 12 year-olds in Union Jack shorts addicted to coffee-whitener and frankfurters. And those boys who said "Mister we just want your car 'cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir" are outside the pub. Fine figures of men; exercising and dieting just doesn't suit them. Have a meal in a glass we're having a laugh just come over here and your face we will smash Oh! Oh god! You'd better leave town before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown Yeah Shakedown Shakedown Shakedown Oh no, it's not that bad really: Not if you've been living in Bosnia for the last year. Homebrew is still big news round these parts - no airing cupboard should be without it. They were going to open an airport - can you imagine it? "Whilst in the area why not stock up on string or try some of our duty-free Parkin?" Oh yeah. Let's go. See the rainbow high above the viaduct, glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk Oh, it's so beautiful, but I don't know what it means Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising? And our idea of sophisticated humour is setting fire to our farts with disposable lighters. Why not try our delicious lager-style drink with a chocolate-flavoured candy-covered biscuit? "Look at those buttercups over there mummy!" "Hold one under your chin." "What's butter mummy?" "Oh, it's just a different make of margarine" See the rainbow high above the viaduct, glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk Oh, it's so beautiful, but I don't know what it means Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising? The film now cuts to reveal who is watching this docudrama. A middle class couple sit in wonder as the titles roll. "All nicotine stains and beer-bellies in this programme were real." But upstairs in his room, amongst the Airfix planes, is a small boy. He sits in the dark, listening for the sound of the train that crosses the viaduct at four o'clock every morning. The train that carries the dismembered remains, the dismembered remains of Matchstick Men and Matchstick Cats & Dogs, and it's coming, and it's coming, coming... Oh yeah. "What you looking at?" "I don't know - label's fell off" "I'm going aht" "Am I so beautiful you can't stop looking at me?" "Am I so beautiful?" "You don't scare me" "I'll take you all on" "You and whose army?" "Me - me and my fist-y" Catcliffe you don't intimidate me, your Parkway and your shopping centre, your Panda Pops and pottery, your motorway junction, overwhelming stench of failure. Lives that never left first base, stunted by vapours from the cooling towers And I will do everything, everything in my power to get way from you. Oh yeah |
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All gather round now:
I'll tell you what it's all about. You find a good woman And then you fuck her til your hair falls out. A round of applause, please, For the totally clapped-out You got them Caucasian Blues again And don't wave your cash around, It cannot buy you into this 'Cause you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool And your money is just cowardice. No sense of rhythm And your name's not on the list You got them Caucasian Blues again Oh yeah And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock And you like to give to charity Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now: I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. You got them Caucasian Blues again And again Oh And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now: I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man. You're yesterday's news, You've got so much to lose You got them Caucasian Blues again Oh! Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues. |
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I thought that you were joking,
when you said "I want to see you, to discuss your contribution, to the future of our nations heart and soul", "Six o'clock my place Whitehall", but I arrived just after seven, but you said "it dosent matter, "I under stand your situation and your image I'm flattered, I'd just like to tell you, that I love all of your albums, could you sign this for my daugter?, she's in hospital her name is Miriam, now ill get down to the gist:, do you want a line of this?, are you a *sniff sniff* socialist?, I'm doing fine, buzzzzzzzing all the time, just one hit, and I feel great, and I support, the welfare state, you must be a soicalist because your always of out on the piss, in your private members bar, yes you are, you superstar, well you sing about common people, and the mis-shapes and the misfits, so can you bring them to my party, can you get them all to to sniff this?, all I'm really saying is, come on and rock the vote for me, all i need is come on, roll up that note for me, the gist of all this is, do you want hist or do you want misses?, are you a *sniff sniff* socialist, socialist, socialist, you can be just what you want to be, just as long as you don't try and compete with me, and we've waited such a long time for a chance to help our own kind, please come on and tow the party line, you owe it to yourself, don't think of anyone else, we promise we won't tell, we won't tell, we won't, tell. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
she came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I, caught her eye. she told me that her Dad was loaded, i said "In that case i'll have a rum and coca-cola." she said "fine." and in thirty seconds time she said, "i want to live like common people, i want to do whatever common people do, i want to sleep with common people, i want to sleep with common people, like you." well what else could I do - i said "I'll see what I can do." i took her to a supermarket, i don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there. i said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said, "oh you're so funny." i said "yeah? well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. are you sure you want to live like common people, you want to see whatever common people see, you want to sleep with common people, you want to sleep with common people, like me." but she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand. rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job. smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school. but still you'll never get it right, cos when you're laid in bed at night, watching roaches climb the wall, if you call your Dad he could stop it all. you'll never live like common people, you'll never do what common people do, you'll never fail like common people, you'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to do. sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you through, laugh along with the common people, laugh along even though they're laughing at you, and the stupid things that you do. because you think that poor is cool. i want to live with common people, i want to live with common people etc |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,
swaying slightly, drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade. And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider into the water to chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you spend your time. Walking to parties whilst it's still light outside. Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish. Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there? And we can pretend that we're somewhere foreign, but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry, or too hot. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you use your time. We went driving. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you use your time. The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes, you're still wearing a small pale skin bikini. The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway, and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust floating in the light from the window. Summer leaves fall from Summer trees. Summer grazes fade on Summer knees. Summer nights are slowly getting long. Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone. So we went out to the park at midnight one last time. Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms. Past the bandstand down to the boating lake. And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours, until we couldn't swim anymore. And as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air, and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes. And as we walked home we could hear the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees, and the birds deciding where to go for Winter. And the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town. Oh but I want you to stay. Oh please stay for a while, oh I want you to stay, oh I want you to stay. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ...
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... Rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (don't you love that sound?) ... Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head ... Trying to remember what he learnt at training college ... Lester said he wasn't allowed in here ... so why don't you get lost? ... And if you grow up ... then when you grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ... Live on Kelvin ... yeah you can live in Kelvin... On the promenade with the concrete walkways... Where pigeons go to die... (A woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling Was bulging as if under a great weight. When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat Above had transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room, In which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.)... Oh God, I think the future's been fried... deep fried in Kelvin... And now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike... I haven't touched it, honest... but there isn't anything else to do... We don't need your sad attempts at social conscience based On taxi-rides home at night when exhibition opens ... We just want your car radio... and those Reflux speakers... Now... suffer the little children to come to me... And I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns And feed them fizzy orange and chips... And then they grow up straight and tall... And then they grow up to live... on Kelvin... Yeah... we can have ghettos too... Only we use air-rifles instead of machine-guns... Stitch that... and we drunk driving lights... In the end... the question you have to ask yourself is... Are you talking to me ... or are you chewing a brick? |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ...
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... Rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (don't you love that sound?) ... Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head ... Trying to remember what he learnt at training college ... Lester said he wasn't allowed in here ... so why don't you get lost? ... And if you grow up ... then when you grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ... Live on Kelvin ... yeah you can live in Kelvin... On the promenade with the concrete walkways... Where pigeons go to die... (A woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling Was bulging as if under a great weight. When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat Above had transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room, In which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.)... Oh God, I think the future's been fried... deep fried in Kelvin... And now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike... I haven't touched it, honest... but there isn't anything else to do... We don't need your sad attempts at social conscience based On taxi-rides home at night when exhibition opens ... We just want your car radio... and those Reflux speakers... Now... suffer the little children to come to me... And I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns And feed them fizzy orange and chips... And then they grow up straight and tall... And then they grow up to live... on Kelvin... Yeah... we can have ghettos too... Only we use air-rifles instead of machine-guns... Stitch that... and we drunk driving lights... In the end... the question you have to ask yourself is... Are you talking to me ... or are you chewing a brick? |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah. Deborah - it never suited you Oh and they said that when we grew up We'd get married and never split up We never did it, although I often I thought of it Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl in school to get breasts Martyn said that you were the best The boys all loved you but I was a mess I had to watch them try to get you undressed We were friends that was as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you - cos you were oh so popular Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me maybe? You can even bring your baby, oh. Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me maybe? You can even bring your baby. |
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I am not Jesus though I have the same initials - I am the man who stays home and does the dishes. And how was your day? Is that woman still trying to do your head in? A man told me to beware of 33. He said, "It was not an easy time for me" but I'll get trhough even though I've got no miracles to show you. I'd like to make this water wine but it's impossible. I've got to get these dishes dry. I'll read a story if it helps you sleep at night. I've got some matches if you ever need a light. Oh I am just a man but i'm doing what I can to help you. I'd like to make this water wine but it's impossible. I've got to get these dishes dry. And I'm not worried that I will never touch the stars cos stars belong up in heaven and the earth is where we are. Oh yeah. And aren't you happy just to be alive? Anything's possible. You've got no Cross to bear tonight. No not tonight. No not tonight. I am not Jesus though I have the same initials. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
How come they're called adult movies
when the only thing they show is people making babies filmed up close? I'm feeling so much better since I learned to avert my eyes: Now it's Disney time Not in front of the children Fill their head with dreams And hope to be like Bambi's mother and die off-screen So you can tell your children that everything's gonna be just fine Here in Disney time At Easter and Christmas they granted us a view of a world so much better than the one we knew Everyone can share the magic for 30 minutes at a time Oh Here in Disney time Oh oh oh Here in Disney time Oh oh oh Here in Disney time Oh oh oh Here in Disney time |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
You say you've got to go home
cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh God, it's half past eight, you'll be late. You say you've never been sure, though it makes good sense for you to be together. Still you bought a toy that can reach the places he never goes. Oh, now it's getting late. He's so straight. Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time. But you know that we've changed so much since then, oh yeah, we've grown. Now I don't care what you're doing, no I don't care if you screw him. Just as long as you save a piece for me, oh yeah You say you've got to go home. Well at least there's someone there that you can talk to. And you never have to face up to the night on your own. Jesus, it must be great to be straight. Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time. But you know that we've changed so much since then, oh yeah, we've grown. Now I don't care what you're doing, no I don't care if you screw him. Just as long as you save a piece for me, oh yeah |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
You can stay all night if you want to
You can hang out with all of his friends You can go and meet his mother and father Better make sure that's where it ends 'cause baby there's just one thing that you've gotta know Let him read your palm and guess your sign Let him take you home and treat you fine But baby Don't let him waste your time Don't let him waste your time 'cause the years flash by in an instant And you wonder what he's waiting for Then some skinny bitch walks by in some hot pants And he's running out the door So remember that one thing you've gotta know Let him read your palm and guess your sign Let him take you home and treat you so fine But baby Don't let him waste your time Don't let him waste your time You ain't getting no younger And you've got nothing to show So tell him that it's now or never And then Go go go go go He can have his space He can take his time He can kiss you where the sun don't shine Oh baby Don't let him waste your time Don't let him waste your time |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
(Do it)
Don't lose it He wants to use it But don't change a single thing He wants to put it down on paper and put it in a song to sing How your father went away How your mother got her way How your brothers never let you join in Didn't do too well at school Feel a failure but you'll Be famous if you let him touch you Don't lose it babe Don't go too straight Don't throw it away No, don't think it's all wrong No, no, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song They're pinheads Have you met them? But they've got nothing to say Oh, he just stands there in the corner and never dares join your game He wants to take you out to find out what it's all about 'cos he can see that you've got something But don't let him take you in he's only after just one thing and that's the thing that makes you different Don't lose it babe Don't go too straight Don't throw it away No, don't think it's all wrong Baby, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song So don't lose it Lose it These things are worthless You see them in a magazine T-t-trainers, slip-slip-dresses But you know what it means Oh They want a piece of something they've never felt Something they can't have and then you go And in the end they want to suck you dry 'Cos they know you turned out well And you don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't lose it baby Don't give it away Don't go too straight Don't think it's all wrong Baby, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song Don't lose it Don't lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it |
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from Pulp - Freaks (1986)
There's not much time for talking,
all your friends are going to walk away. If there was time for talking all too soon you'd be lost for things to say. Don't you know she could break you, every bone that's inside of you? Then again she might make you everything that you want her to, and if you could walk away, where would you go anyway? And if you've still got the chance, I know you know you'll stay, stay. I don't need your excuses; are you tired of trying to stay on top? so just lie back and enjoy it and save your tears for when the kissing stops oh, you know it's got to stop. Don't you know she could break you, every bone that's inside of you? Then again she might make you everything that you want her to, and if you could walk away, where would you go anyway? And if you've still got the chance, I know you know you'll stay, stay. Oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay. Don't you know she could break you, every bone that's inside of you? Then again she might make you everything that you want her to, and if you could walk away, where would you go anyway? And if you've still got the chance, I know you know you'll stay, stay. Oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay. Oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay, oh, you'll stay. |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping centre. And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. And as I'm standing across this room I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe. So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach Like I'm standing on top of a very high building oh yeah. All the stuff they tell you about in the movies but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses. It's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath. It's so cold yeah, it's so cold. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here, why now ooh. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans no. It's something I don't understand oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. Oh what is this thing that is happening to me. Oh. What is this feeling called love. Why me. Why you. Why here. And why now ooh. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Ooh. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
The room is cold,
and has been like this for several months. If I close my eyes, I can visualise everything in it, right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room, has also assumed a familiar shape, the same events shuffeled in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping centre. And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. It's so cold yeah, it's so cold. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here, why now. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans no. It's something I don't understand oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. Oh what is this thing that is happening to me. And as I'm standing across this room, I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch your shoulder tonight, this room has become the centre of the entire universe. So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach, like I'm standing on top of a very high building, oh yeah. All the stuff they tell you about in the movies, but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses. It's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts, and the curve of your belly, and I may have to sit down and catch my breath. Oh. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here. And why now. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans, but I got that taste in my mouth again oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. |
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from Pulp - Freaks (1986)
As the signs outside proclaimed,
nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the father to blame, inside the damp grass and tilted tent? As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the father to blame, inside the damp grass and tilted tent? Won't you come with me to the fairground? Your head will be spinning, I said your head is your feet. And the man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) at the cat with two heads and the dog with eight legs. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) The man has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence, (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) He's come between us, and he starts a lewd laugh. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) I sought shelter from the storm in a small inn by the coast. In the children's room three identical sisters sat, except for the one who was hideously deformed; her grotesque features seemed to parody her sisters' beauty, ridiculing and mocking everything I held dear. Won't you come with me to the fairground? Your head will be spinning, I said your head is your feet. And the man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) at the cat with two heads and the dog with eight legs. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) The man has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence, (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) He's come between us, and he starts a lewd laugh. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) The fish-eyed foetus floated blankly in the yellowed waters, still as wax. The man came between us, my sister and I, ridiculing and parodying everything we held dear, making a mockery of our former emotions. Dragging it all down to his level. Won't you come with me to the fairground? Your head will be spinning. And the man at the side of me starts a lewd laugh (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) at the cat with two heads and the dog with eight legs. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) The man has come between us, his cheeks rattle like a fence, (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!) He's come between us, and he starts a lewd laugh. (ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!) And then we went for rides. [Jarvis:] Roll up, roll up, nice rides... Come on, spin those cars boys and make the girls scream! The louder you scream the faster we go! Come on, roll up, go on, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, for the ride of a lifetime. There's plenty of seats, come on, don't be shy! Roll up, come on, come on! [shreiking and wailing laughter] And then we went for rides. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
Last night I had a little altercation
They wobbled menacingly Beneath the yellow street light it became a situation Well, they wanted my brand-new phone with all the pictures of the kids and the wife A struggle ensued and then fat children took my life Fat children took my life Fat children took my life Fat children took my life Well, some passers-by took me to the station The police force was elsewhere, putting bullets in some guy's head for no particular reason So I died in the back of the cab but I'll be back to haunt them This thing does not end here My spirit walks the streets of Tottenham Singing: Fat children took my life Fat children took my life Fat children took my life Oh, the parents are the problem Giving birth to maggots without the sense to become flies So pander to your pampered little princess of such enormous size |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
"They want our way of life"
Well, they can take mine any time they like 'Cos god knows - I know I ain't living right: I'm wrong Oh, I know I'm so wrong So like the Roman Empire fell away Let me tell you; we are going the same way Ah, behold the Decline and Fall All hold hands with our backs to the wall It's the end: Why don't you admit it? It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich Evil comes I know from not where But if you take a look inside yourself - maybe you'll find some in there Not one single soul was saved I was ordering an Indian takeaway I was spared whilst others went to an early grave Oh, got stoned Yeah, went out and got stoned Well if your ancestors could see you standing there They would gaze in wonder at your Frigidaire They had to fight just to survive So can't you do something with your life? It's the end: Why don't you admit it? It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich Evil comes I know from not where But if you take a look inside yourself - maybe you'll find some in there Here it comes, why don't you embrace it? You lack the guts needed to face it Say goodbye to the way you've been living You never realised you were on the wrong side And nobody's going to win "They want our way of life" Well, they can take mine any time they like |
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from 런던의 가을 (Autumn Of London) - Original Music From Beggars Banquet (2008)
"They want our way of life"
Well, they can take mine any time they like 'Cos god knows - I know I ain't living right: I'm wrong Oh, I know I'm so wrong So like the Roman Empire fell away Let me tell you; we are going the same way Ah, behold the Decline and Fall All hold hands with our backs to the wall It's the end: Why don't you admit it? It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich Evil comes I know from not where But if you take a look inside yourself - maybe you'll find some in there Not one single soul was saved I was ordering an Indian takeaway I was spared whilst others went to an early grave Oh, got stoned Yeah, went out and got stoned Well if your ancestors could see you standing there They would gaze in wonder at your Frigidaire They had to fight just to survive So can't you do something with your life? It's the end: Why don't you admit it? It's the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich Evil comes I know from not where But if you take a look inside yourself - maybe you'll find some in there Here it comes, why don't you embrace it? You lack the guts needed to face it Say goodbye to the way you've been living You never realised you were on the wrong side And nobody's going to win "They want our way of life" Well, they can take mine any time they like |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
I will never get to touch you so I wrote this song instead
Thinking about you lying in bed, it's gonna get inside your head And it's the best that I can do, this is the closest I could get So let it penetrate your consciousness Oh oh oh oh yes Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong I know it's just a song And every time you play it I will perform the best I can Press repeat and there I am, and there I am, always glad to be your man And this way, oh well there won't be any mess As I assure you that there would be in the flesh This is my very, very best Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong 'Cause I know it's just a song Always eager, always ready, always in tune and always prime And I'm always there for you, I'm always on time Unlike in real life Turn it up, turn me on, I'm feeling good but don't get me wrong No, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong 'cause I know It's just a fucking song |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Come & play the tunes of glory -
raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station. & learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments. Come share this golden age with me in my single room apartment & if it all amounts to nothing - it doesn't matter, these are still our glory days. Oh my face is unappealing and my thoughts are unoriginal. I did experiments with substances but all it did was make me ill & I used to do the I Ching but then I had to feed the meter. Now I can't see into the future but at least I can use the heater. Oh it doesn't get much better than this 'cos this is how we live our glory days. Oh & I could be a genius if I just put my mind to it & I, I could do anything if only I could get 'round to it. Oh we were brought up on the Space-Race, now they expect you to clean toilets. When you have seen how big the world is how can you make do with this? If you want me I'll be sleeping in - sleeping in throughout these glory days. These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before I turn to gold. Yeah we'd love to hear your story just as long as it tells us where we are - that where we are is where we're meant to be. Oh come on make it up yourself - you don't need anybody else. & I promise I won't sell these days to anybody else in the world but you. No-one but you [x4] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Well, imagine it's a film and you're the star
and pretty soon we're coming to the part where you realise that you should give your heart, oh, give your heart to me. And now the orchestra begins to make a sound, that goes round & round & round & round & round & round & round & round & round again we kiss to violins. Well some sad people might believe in that I guess. But we know better don't we? We know all about the mess. The aftermath of our affair, is lying all around and I can't clear it away. No. And d'you think that it's so easy to find? Somebody who is just your kind? Well it might take you a little time, but I'm going to have to try. Oh yeah I'm gonna try. And I know no-one can ever know, which way to head. But don't you remember, that you once said, that you liked happy endings? And no-one can ever know, if it's going to work, but if you try, then you might get your happy ending. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
First you let him in your bed.
Now he's moved inside your head. And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming. I saw a friend of yours today, she called me over just to say, "I dunno if you've seen her lately but God she's looking rough". No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. Do you think he'll fall apart? Do you think you'll break his heart? If you leave him on his own. You are dreaming. Cos he can fasten all his clothes, tie his laces, blow his nose. It's time to teach him how to walk, yeah, teach your baby how to walk away. No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. You're not his mother, you're not sister & brother. He's not even your lover. He's just a piece of luggage you should throw away. No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. No don't go round tonight, you'll never make it right. He's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
This morning it was summer
By noon a cold front building Where did you go? Where did you go? I got to find some shelter 'Cos any minute now It's gonna blow It's gonna blow But I don't mind the rain So strike me once again: I've got nothing to lose And it looks like we are in for stormy weather With death and destruction coming through Oh, look out there she blows Now everybody knows: Stormy weather always makes me think of you And watch out 'cos the storm is coming through But you're so still and silent Whilst everything's dissolving Melting away, melting away But I don't mind the rain So strike me once again I got nothing to lose Yeah, it looks like we are in for stormy weather With death and destruction coming through Oh, look out there she blows Now everybody knows: Stormy weather always makes me think of you Oh and it looks like we are in for stormy weather With death and destruction coming through Oh, look out there she blows Now everybody knows: Stormy weather always makes me think of you And watch out 'cos this storm is coming through Yeah, watch out 'cos the storm is coming through |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Help the aged, one time they were just like you,
drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged, don't just put them in a home, can't have much fun in there all on their own. Give a hand, if you can, try and help them to unwind. Give them home & give them comfort 'cos they're running out of time. In the meantime we try, try to forget that something lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realize? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. Help the aged 'cos one day you'll be older too - you might need someone who can pull you through & if you look very hard behind the lines upon their face you may see where you are headed and it's such a lonely place. In the meantime we try, try to forget that something lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realize? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. You can dye your hair but it's the one thing you can't change. Can't run away from yourself. In the meantime we try, etc. Funny how it all falls away. So help the aged. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
His `n` HersI've got the time / and you've got the space / I'm gonna wipe you down
and lick the smile off your face, the smile off your face Though we know that it's wrong / towel sets / matching combs Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... / I want you now / and I want you here / so lie down by the fire and if the neighbours hear, the neighbours hear 'cos they don't understand / what you've got / in your hand Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... yeah! / Are we going to do it again? Sideways? / I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face oh it made me feel better / Oh now it's gone too far / we gave up hope and the future's bleak / just a soap on a rope, a soap on a rope Put the rope around his neck Pull it tight / he's erect / oh and it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... yeah! / Are we going to do it again? Shove it in sideways / I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face oh it made me feel better So we laid in bed afterwards and / she asked me what made me frightened / and I said "I'm frightened of Belgian chocolates / I'm frightened of pot pourri I'm frightened of James Dean posters I'm frightened of twenty-six inch screens / I'm frightened of remote control I'm frightened of endowment plans / I'm frightened of figurines I'm frightened of evenings in the Brincliffe Oaks searching for a conversation." "Oh you're stupid," she said / and she took my hand she took my hand and she said / "I want I want you / I want you to / I want you to touch I want you to touch me / I want you to touch me." Oh... / Are we going to do it again? / Shove it in sideways I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face you know it made me feel better. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
The train was leaving in ten minutes or so
Struggling with the suitcases I did not see you go My heart stopped beating and I felt my blood run cold "Hold still" I told you but you moved Now you're gone, I can't find you growing Yeah, we are growing but why bother? When you can hover On your knees and behold the might of the master Eyes explode at the very sight of the master We're cosmic dust but you're everything to me Like a single parent at the fair And you're spinning above me Spinning You're moving fast but you're going nowhere Yeah, baby that's the way On your knees and behold the might of the master Eyes explode at the very sight of the master Kittens are cute but a full grown cat can be cuter I'm alive but I plan to die in the future Hold still, hold still, hold still We're cosmic dust but you're everything to me |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
Here comes your bedtime story: Mum & Dad have sentenced you to life.
Don't think twice; it's the only reason I'm alive. I feel alright as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Look at all these buildings & houses I love my life. I love my life. Hey now, slow down a minute. Take my arms & fill them full of life. Don't think twice. Does it ease the pain of being alive? Or is it why - why you keep nodding out on me? Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Another day, another major disaster I love my life. I love my life. You got a problem. I lost my keys when I stayed at your place. On the floor of your living room, you made the scene but it'll never get shown on TV. So tonight prepare to kiss goodbye to my lovelife. So get this right- I love my life; it's the only reason I'm alive. It's mine, all mine - as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Corny I know, but you had better believe it I love my life. I love my life. I love my life. God, how I love my life. That's right: you've got to fight to the death for the right to live your life. Alright: I'm gonna fight to the death 'til they give me back my life. That's right: you're in the land of the living but there's so few signs of life. Alright. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe out. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole wide world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty lives? Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained eye, I'm sitting on my arse all day. I'm biding time until I take you all on. My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail, I cannot fail. Cos I spy. Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes, I know the ways your minds work; I've studied. And your minds are just the same as mine except that you are clever swines, you never let mask slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hone my plan how I will get my satisfaction, how I will blow your paradise away away, away. Cos I spy. And it's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head. "The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle, skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop." Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest, but hold on, you've got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks, smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed that you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon, and catch us at it in the front room. You see I spy for a living, and I specialise in revenge, on taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up. My favourite parks are car parks, grass is something you smoke, birds are something you shag. Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your arse. Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With roach burns in designer dresses, skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones, and thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes. And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man. It's more a case of haves against haven'ts. And I just happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah. La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour. La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you, I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne, I'll hold your body and make it sing again. Come on - sing again, let's sing again, oh yeah, Cos I spy, yes, I spy. I spy a boy, and I spy a girl. I spy the chance, to change the world, to change your world. |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see a walks among you seeing through your pretty lives. Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day And I'm biding my time until I take you all on my Lords and Ladies I will prevail, I cannot fail. Cause I spy. Oh I've got your numbers taken notes and all the ways your minds work out. I've studied and your mind's just the same as mine except that you're just clever swines You never let masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hold my plan how I'll get my satisfaction How I will blow your paradise away away away ooh. Cause I spy. It's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head. The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop. Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever felt a girl's breasts, the whole 'nana. You've got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon And catch us at it in the front room. You see I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge On taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up. My favourite park's a car park, grass is something you smoke, birds is something you shag. Take your year in Provence and shove it right up your arse. Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With your frightened eyes and roach burns under your eyes and addresses And thousands of tiny dryna-slides running a path, running a path to the corner of your eyes. And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man. It's more a case of haves against haven'ts and I just happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah. La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour. La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne I'll hold your body and make it sing again. come on - sing again, let's sing again. Oh yeah, cause I spy, yes, I spy, ssss. I spy a boy and I spy a girl. I spy the chance to change the world, to change your world. |
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from Pulp - Freaks (1986)
Hey,
you can look, you can look just like anyone else if that's what you want to do. I, I could laugh, I could laugh in your face if I want oh, but I'm not going to. When we met last week on Saturday, I couldn't make a sentence, I couldn't even say what I meant to say: that I want you it doesn't hurt to say I want you, I need you I never thought I'd say I need you, I'll keep you, oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away, and I'll break you because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you, oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away. Yes, yes, you're all, yes you're all that I ever desire, still I'll kill you in the end. When, when it seems, when it seems that it's getting too soft, when you lapse into a friend, There's someone just behind the door so don't betray your feelings, no don't talk anymore, never dare to say that I want you it doesn't hurt to say I want you, I need you I never thought I'd say I need you, I'll keep you, oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away, and I'll break you because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you, oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away. Now, now we come, now we come to the end of it all, see it squirming, almost dead. No, you can't leave, you can't leave it to die here in pain. You've got to stamp upon it's head. I'll go out and you'll stay home facing up to living, living on your own, and I'll curse my pride, curse my pride, curse my stupid pride because I want you it doesn't hurt to say I want you, I need you I never thought I'd say I need you, I'll keep you, oh yes I'll keep you and I'll throw myself away, away, away, and I'll break you because I lose myself inside you, I'll make you fit in the space that I provide you, I'll take you, oh yes, I'll take you just to push you far away, away, away. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
Build yourself a castle
Keep your family safe from harm Get into classical music Raise rabbits on a farm Log on in the night time Drink a half-bottle of wine Buy a couple of records Look at naked girls from time to time And people tell me what a real nice guy you are So come on, serenade me on your acoustic guitar And don't believe me if I claim to be your friend 'cos given half the chance I know that I will kill again I will kill again And wouldn't it be nice for all the world to live in peace? And no-one gets ill or ever dies or dies of boredom at the very least And people tell me what a real nice guy you are So come on, serenade me on your acoustic guitar And don't believe me if I claim to be your friend 'cos given half the chance I know that I will kill again I will kill again I will kill again I will kill again I will kill again I will kill again |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man. Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke. If that's all there is then there's no point for me. *So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time & if you hang around too long you'll be a man. Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten - you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again & nothing ever makes no difference to a man. So you stumble into town & hold your stomach in. Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything. Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before. You've got no need but still you want, so go and book that restaurant. The wine will flow & then you'll just fly away. [*Repeat (x2)] To a man To a man That's what I am. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
She said she trained to be a dancer
but she had a proper job by day Charlie Chaplin knew her father before he passed away She asked could I help her with a problem She doesn't get out much no more "I'm not looking for a lover - no, no, no I wanna dance that's all" I wanna dance that's all I wanna dance that's all I wanna dance that's all And all around the world are people singing "hallelujah" And every man in town wants to do it to you With your back up against the cigarette machine Oh, it's bad for your health if you know what I mean - oh yeah Oh yeah And the guys at the front have seen your act one million times before And nobody does it quite the same, so they're sitting down for more But you're making them feel so useless and dumb 'cos they've seen it all and they still can't come Oh, let me tell you - it's a dirty world Oh, it's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" With the period features and original dust and the china everywhere And you dance 'til the place goes up in flames And you lay down in the charred remains That's where I come in with my second-hand excuse for technique, yeah Technique, yeah Well, ain't that a treat, yeah? And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" You see, I always wanted to be a dancer but I just could not get it right And it got me down at parties so I used to sit and drink all night Now I see it's not so hard all I needed was a partner Someone even dirtier than me And I'm so glad I found you Yeah, I'm so glad I found you Oh, it's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world ... And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" ... |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
We like driving on a Saturday night,
past the Leisure Centre, left at the lights. We don't look for trouble, but if it comes we don't run. Looking out for trouble, is what we call fun. Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals, wouldn't you like to come over and watch some vandals smashing up someone's home? We can't help it, we're so thick we can't think, can't think of anything but shit, sleep and drink. Oh, and we like women; "up the women" we say, and if we get lucky, we might even meet some one day. Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals, wouldn't you like to come over and watch some vandals smashing up someone's home? Mister, we just want your car, cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir. Oh, all the papers say, it's a tragedy, but don't you want to come and see? Mister, we just want your car, cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir. Oh, all the papers say, it's a tragedy, but don't you want to come and see? Mister, we just want your car, cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir. Oh, all the papers say, it's a tragedy, but don't you want to come and see? Mister, we just want your car, cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir. Oh, all the papers say, it's a tragedy, but don't you want to come and see? |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Now let's sit down too, 'cause I'm a ladies man
I've got my work cut out, I'm doing what I can So hold me, touch me, thrill me, don't ever let me go Don't ask me to explain it 'Cause you don't want to know Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me, hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah I know a place where we can go And wear just what we want I don't want to be me, I get so tired of (?) So don't ask any questions and I won't tell no lies Stop moving like some housewife and give yourself tonight Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me Hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
If you stay out all night that's alright by me
But if you must kiss those guys you could At least clean your teeth I don't mean to put you down But you've taken everything That I own Don't tell me you want some more cause I'm closed Who is this laughing boy Who ladders your tights? Please tell him to cut the noise Cause it's spoiling my nights I just want to get some rest And he's talking to his Ma on the phone Well, if he's So homesick he can go home I don't need this anymore And it's written in the stars I Must go And will I come back for more? I don't know I don't know. |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
I met her in the museum of paleontology
And I make no bones about it I said if you wish to study dinosaurs, I know a specimen whose interest is undoubted Trapped in a body that is failing me Well, please allow me to be succinct I wanna love you whilst we both still have flesh upon our bones Before we both become extinct That's what I told her: I wanna be your lover And then I told her twice: I wanna be your lover Well, he says that he loves you like a sister Well I guess, I guess that's relative He says that he wants to make love to you Well instead of "to", shouldn't that be "with"? Oh, I told you once: I wanna be your lover And now I've told you twice: I wanna be your lover And so I come to you filled with guilt and self-loathing And I am praying that you could make me good And so I fall upon your neck just like a vampire Yeah, like a vampire who faints at the sight of blood And I told you once: I wanna be your lover I'm gonna say it again And then I told you twice: I wanna be your lover Well this is my CV and I've got no one else to blame So I will state, state my case, I will state it again Come and help yourself to leftovers Got a little surplus love and affection And getting cuddly, so won't you cuddle me? I could be your teddy bear... oh yeah I know I ain't no eligible bachelor This is no mouthwatering proposition Make no mistake, you're in big trouble, little lady If we start a-hugging and a-kissing And a-kissing, are you listening? 'Cause I told you once And then I told you twice And now I told you three times And at the risk of repeating myself I'm gonna say it again Yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover Yeah yeah yeah yeah I wanna be your lover |
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Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own,
please call around to see. And maybe I've been loving you for too long, and now blind, I watch you bleed. You rot in your bedroom, you cry on the phone. Well I'm sorry but he's not at home. You give me your secrets, you give me your heart and I smile whilst you fall apart. Oh no, please not now, can't you see there's no time? No, I haven't the time. Can't you see there's no time? Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... Now all our dreams melt in the sun, and visions dwindle one by one by one. Perhaps you should move somewhere far away, to another town where maybe they could see things in your way. It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be hard. I smile whilst you fall apart. You're sorry, you're sorry, is all that you say. Well, I'd stop it, but I can't find a way. Your life must be so wonderful, your visions die and fall. And in the end, nothing ends, just grows fainter and farther away. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Don't bother saying sorry
Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes - again. Everytime I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feeton my dreams. You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could have been learning something Well, you know what I mean. I've done this before And will do it again C'mon and kill me baby Whilst you smile like a friend And I'll come running Just to do it again. I can't believe it That this is still going on Just how stupid can one person be? Just how stupid and wrong You are that last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week. You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the but that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age. Like a car wash I can see but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told I never should board like a film that's so bad but I've just got to stay 'til the end Let me tell you - it's lucky for you that we're friends |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
No wonder you're looking thin,
when all that you live on is lipgloss and cigarettes. And scraps at the end of the day when he's given the rest, to someone with long black hair. All those nights up making such a mess of the bed. Oh you never ever want to go home. And he wants you so you may as well hang around for a while, call your dad on the phone. He changed his mind last Monday, so you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone. And you feel such a fool, for laughing at bad jokes, and putting up with all of his friends, and kissing in public. What are they gonna say when they run into you again? That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess, and your eyes are just holes in your face. And it rains every day, and when it doesn't, the sun makes you feel worse anyway. He changed his mind last Monday, now you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone. Though you knew, there was no way it was gonna last for ever, it still shook you, when he told you in a letter, that he didn't wanna see you. You nearly lost your mind, Oh yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone, Oh yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong. You had it once but now it's gone. Oh yeah. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She doesn't have to go to work,
but she doesn't want to stay in bed, cos it's changed from something comfortable, to something else instead. This bed has seen it all, from the first time to the last, the silences of now, and the good times of the past. And it only cost ten pounds, from a shop just down the road, but that was seven years ago, and things were very different then. It didn't get much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night. The neighbours didn't dare complain, oh everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain, cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town, and she doesn't even know its name. Now every night she plays the sad game ooh ah ah, called pretending nothing's going wrong oh, oh but she knows, if this show was televised, no one would watch it, not tonight but sven years ago. La la la la la la la Now there's no need to complain, cos it never makes a sound, something beautiful left town, and she never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work, but she doesn't want to stay in bed, cos it's changed from something comfortable, to something else instead. |
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She doesn't have to go to work but she doesn't want to stay in bed
Cause it's changed from something comfortable to something else instead. This bed has seen it all from the first time to the last The silences of now and the good times of the past And it only cost ten pounds from a shop just down the road Mind you that was seven years ago and things were very different then. It didn't get much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night yeah. The neighbours didn't dare complain and everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town and she doesn't even know its name. Now every night she plays the sad game ooh ah ah Called pretending nothing's going wrong oh, oh But she knows if this show was televised no one would watch it Not tonight but 7 years ago. La la la la la la la [etc] Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound Something beautiful left town and she never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work but doesn't want to stay in bed 'cause it's changed from something wonderful to something else instead. |
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She doesn't have to go to work but she doesn't want to stay in bed
Cause it's changed from something comfortable to something else instead. This bed has seen it all from the first time to the last The silences of now and the good times of the past And it only cost ten pounds from a shop just down the road Mind you that was seven years ago and things were very different then. It didn't get much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night yeah. The neighbours didn't dare complain and everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town and she doesn't even know its name. Now every night she plays the sad game ooh ah ah Called pretending nothing's going wrong oh, oh But she knows if this show was televised no one would watch it Not tonight but 7 years ago. La la la la la la la [etc] Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound Something beautiful left town and she never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work but doesn't want to stay in bed 'cause it's changed from something wonderful to something else instead. |
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from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
She doesn't have to go to work but she doesn't want to stay in bed
Cause it's changed from something comfortable to something else instead. This bed has seen it all from the first time to the last The silences of now and the good times of the past And it only cost ten pounds from a shop just down the road Mind you that was seven years ago and things were very different then. It didn't get much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night yeah. The neighbours didn't dare complain and everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town and she doesn't even know its name. Now every night she plays the sad game ooh ah ah Called pretending nothing's going wrong oh, oh But she knows if this show was televised no one would watch it Not tonight but 7 years ago. La la la la la la la [etc] Now there's no need to complain 'cos it never makes a sound Something beautiful left town and she never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work but doesn't want to stay in bed 'cause it's changed from something wonderful to something else instead. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
I woke up in the morning I was still alive
The mirror says I'm fifty-five years old If I don't look his way, I'm gonna do okay I'm gonna last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma Last another day without your love Oh no one lives alone for more than half a year That's what a friend of mine once said to me There's more things in the world than holding hands and kissing girls You've got to last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma Last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma Last another day without your love Oh but I dreamt of you last night And the world split into two I tried to listen to some records but they were all Singing about you I can't live on never knowing where my soul is going when I die I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love Oh yeah, well I realise I should think about somebody new instead That's what I tried to do, but the ones I liked looked just like you Gotta last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma Last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma Last another day without your love Oh but I dreamt of you last night And the world split into two I tried to listen to some records but they were all Singing about you I can't live on never knowing where my soul is going when I die I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love It's okay, I'm not a kid anymore I can last another day without your love If I focus all my thoughts on something stupid I can last another day without your love Ooh gonna last another day Last another day Last another day Last another day Last another day Last another day Last another day Good god Oh but I dreamt of you last night And the world split into two I tried to listen to some records but they were all Singing about you I can't live on never knowing where my soul is going when I die I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love Ma ma ma ma ma ma I can't last another day without your love. |
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from Pulp - Freaks (1986)
I am the master of this universe
And I've got so big it hurts Raise your eyes and graze your knees Oh for your master is displeased Because you dared to doubt his word His polished surface dulls and cracks Your bitter laughter breaks his back I am the master of this universe I taught you everything you know Now you must bear your master's curse Oh for I will not let you go Now you must walk this town `til dawn In every public open place Your master's look upon your face Oh now look what you have done You've spoilt it all for everyone The master masturbates alone In a corner of your home You feed him scraps when in the mood You beat him hard and keep him nude You cut your master down to size Now he cries and he cries now Lalalalala lalala... And now he begs both night and day He lets you take him on your knee He keeps on losing consciousness He dearly loves his new mistress Now he repeats it every night Every night on point of death "You are the master of this universe" Now he cries and he cries now "You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe!" |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
We didn't have no where to live,
we didn't have nowhere to go 'til someone said "I know this place off Burditt Road." It was on the fifteenth floor, it had a board across the door. It took an hour to pry it off and get inside. It smelt as if someone had died; the living-room was full of flies, the kitchen sink was blocked, the bathroom sink not there at all. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. And now we're living in the sky! I'd never thought I'd live so high, just like Heaven (if it didn't look like Hell.) The lift is always full of piss, the fifth floor landing smells of fish (not just on Friday, every single other day.) Below the kids come out tonight, they kick a ball and have a fight and maybe shoot somebody if they lose at pool. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. [mumbled mutterings... you love it...] Oo-ooh Nobody wants to be your friend 'cause you're not from round here, ooh as if that was something to be proud about. The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs feels up children in the bogs. Down by the playing fields, someone sets a car on fire I guess you have to go right down before you understand just how, how low, how low a human being can go. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. (don't do that! Leave it out!) Bababa... Lalala... |
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from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
We didn't have no where to live,
We didn't have no where to go 'til someone said "I know this place off Burditt Road." It was on the fifteenth floor, It had a board across the door. It took an hour To pry it off and get inside. It smelt as if someone had died. The living room was full of flies, The kitchen sink was blocked, The bathroom sink not there at all. Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. And now we're living in the sky! I'd never thought I'd live so high, Just like Heaven (if it didn't look like Hell.) The lift is always full of piss, The fifth floor landing smells of fish (Not just on Friday, every single other day.) Below, the kids come out tonight, They kick a ball and have a fight And mabey shoot somebody if they lose at pool. ( ) Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. [mumbled mutterings....] Oo-Ooh Nobody wants to be your friend 'cause your not from round here, Ooh as if that was something to be proud about. The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs feels up children in the bogs. Down by the playing fields, someone sets a cow on fire I guess you have to go right down before you understand just how, how low, how low a human being can go ( ) Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. [mumbles mutterings] Bababa... Lalala |
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from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you, we don't do the things you do, but we live around here too, Oh really. Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh cos they just want to keep us out. You could end up with a smack in the mouth just for standing out, Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see? The future's owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the street. They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh. What's the point of being rich, if you can't think what to do with it? Cos you're so bleeding thick. Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now we can't help but see, that the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds Brothers, sisters, can't you see? The future's owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the street. They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. We're making a move. We're making it now. We're coming out of the sidelines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. And that's our minds. Yeah. |
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