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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
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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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
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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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 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 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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from Jarvis Cocker - Further Compilations (2009)
Yesterday you fell out of the sky
Covered all my faults up, just like snow You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland I barely recognise who or where I am. My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. This substance does not belong in a city Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long The gritters come and they turn it all to slush ‘Cos folks round here, well they've got to catch the bus. My heart melted at your touch, yeah: Turned into slush. Ohhh yeah... My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. And if I could, I would refrigerate this moment. I would preserve it for all time. And I know I don't stand a snowball in Hell's chance So let's sing ‘Auld Lang Syne’. Sing it out, sing it out, now! My heart melted at your touch: Turned into slush. |
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from Marianne Faithfull - Easy Come Easy Go (2008)
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us somewhere There's a time for us Some day a time for us Time together with time to spare Time to look, time to care Someday, somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find there's a way of forgiving Somewhere There's a place for us, a time and place for us Hold my hand and we're halfway there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow, someday, somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere There's a time for us, a time and place for us Hold my hand and we're halfway there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow, someday, somewhere, somewhere Somewhere |
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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 - 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 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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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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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 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 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 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 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 Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
Last night I slipped through time to a parallel dimension
You were alive and happy Our children played in trees Were strong and wise And knew no fear We watched them play together Somewhere everyone is happy Somewhere fish do not have bones Somewhere gravity cannot reach us any more Somewhere you are not alone This morning, when I awoke God was dead but I lived on I cannot move But I am free I found the source of gravity Somewhere everyone is happy Somewhere fish do not have bones Somewhere gravity cannot reach us any more Somewhere you are not alone Somewhere in a parallel dimension Happening now but not within your sight The force that binds the universe together Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright |
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from Jarvis Cocker - Jarvis (2006)
It all starts tonight
Tonight's the night I guess So let's go take some drugs And let's go have some sex The first time it's alright The future starts tonight And you cannot make everything alright But you could stop being wrong tonight Tonight Tonight And someone's getting born And someone's getting killed Somebody falls in love Somebody falls from a window-sill But you, you just sit tight Hiding out from life And you cannot set the world to rights But you could stop being wrong Oh, tonight Yeah, tonight Oh, well the past devours the future The world is changing shape And someone's getting a piercing done - For goodness sake! Tonight Tonight Tonight Yeah, tonight All the culture vultures and all the snot-nosed kids And all the so-called artists, wannabes and never-dids You claim you're not involved but you're in up to your neck The night belongs to lovers so show some respect Oh, you cannot set the world to rights But you could stop being wrong tonight Tonight Tonight Oh, Tonight... |
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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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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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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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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 - We Love Life (2001)
The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore.
Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don't see anymore. You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from your Ma. The sun reflecting off the water on your face & the way you drove your car. All these things I can't forget tho' I don't see you anymore. Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer lay dying in the road. Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign, except I don't believe in them no more. No, no - but I believe these things I can't forget, tho' I don't see you anymore. Yes, I believe these things I can't forget, 'cos I see them - tho' I don't see you anymore. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
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 Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
There's a light that shines on everything & everyone.
And it shines so bright - brighter even than the sun. That's what Minnie thinks as she walks to meet her brother, who is nearly two years older, on a Saturday night. He's DJ-ing at some do on the edge of town on the night that Minnie Timperley died. It's such a beautiful world, you're such a beautiful girl. So much that you want to try, the world wants to sleep with you tonight. But Minnie, Minnie if I could I would give you the rest of my life. How can a girl have sex with these pathetic teenage wrecks? Football scarves, the girls drink halves & her brother's crying 'cos he has lost his decks. Outside the air was cool, an older guy sitting in his car asked if Minnie needed a ride. He thought he was still dangerous - paunchy, but dangerous - on the night that Minnie Timperley died. It's such a beautiful world, you're such a beautiful girl. And he only did what he did 'cos you looked like one of his kids. But Minnie, Minnie if I could I would give you the rest of my life. Minnie. Oh, Minnie I can feel the pain. Oh yeah |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. You want some entertainment? Go on, shove it up me - if you must. Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc. If you think it's a crime We'd like to get you out of your mind. It's just a matter of time, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. For a little time: for all time. Weed. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
This is the true story of the weeds
the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds the origin of the species. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.
I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill. The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup. But it flows. Yeah, it flows. Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies. Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel. Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel. And the river flows on. Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met. I went there again for old time's sake Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune. It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it. And the cafe was still there too The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables. I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon. And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body. And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world. And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside. At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct I went there with you once - except you were somebody else - And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night. But that this custom had died out when someone jumped Landed too near to the riverbank Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them. I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge. No chance. Never in a million years. Yeah, a river flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives. Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route. Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way. Oh, this is as far as we got last time But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities. Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much. I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say. I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker The river flowed by day after day "One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it" but that day never came I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back. I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take us. Wherever it wants us to go. Wherever it wants us to go. |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
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 - This Is Hardcore (1998)
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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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 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 - This Is Hardcore (1998)
When I get lost & I can't find my direction
When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection I don't need no compass I don't need no map Just gonna follow Cyclops Sat right here in my lap When I get lost & can't find my direction When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I used to try very hard to make friends with everyone on the planet. I've seen you havin' it, havin' it yeah but now you've just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love is the same thing that's holding you down. This man is dangerous , he just shed his load on your best party frock. Before you enter the palace of wisdom you have to decide: are you ready to rock? Oh can you party with me? Can you show me a good time? Do you even know what one looks like? & I don't need to hear your stories again - just get on the floor & show me what you're made of. Just what exactly are you made of? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. I was having a whale of a time until your uncle Psychosis arrived. Why do we have to half kill ourselves just to prove we're alive? I'm here whenever you need me & whenever you need me I won't be here. & have you ever stopped to ask yourself? If you didn't come to party then why did you come here? Why did you come here? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. & do you really know want to know just how come you turned out so dumb? When the party's over will you come home with me? When the party's over will you come home with me? Now the party's over will you come home to me. Will you come home to me?
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Here in the night love takes control. Making me high making me whole.
*I don't know. Oh no, no, no. No I don't know. No, no, no. No I don't know. When I close my eyes I can see you lowering yourself to my level. I don't know where you got those clothes, you can take them off if it makes you feel better. Don't stop it now. Now is so right. Now as the day slips away & we slide into night. [*Repeat] I open my eyes & you're there, even better in the flesh it would seem. I'm so ready and willing & able it's untrue, to act out this love scene & make my dreams come true. & how many others have touched themselves whilst looking at pictures of you? How many others could handle it if all their dreams came true? I don't expect you to answer straight away, maybe you're just having an off day but I need to believe in you. Yes I do. Yes I do. Oh I want you here in my heart. Here in my head. Live all your dreams for tonight here in your bed. [*Repeat] So roll the soundtrack and dim the lights 'cos I'm not going home tonight. This love scene has begun. There's nothing left for us to do but get it on. Lets make this the greatest love scene from a play no-one's thought up yet. I know you're feeling the same as me but what you gonna do about it? Now here's an exclusive: I've wanted you for years. I only needed the balls to admit it. When the unbelievable object meets the unstoppable force there's nothing you can do about it. No. I will light your cigarette with a star that has fallen from the sky. Breathe in, breathe out, I love the way you move. Don't let anyone tell you any different tonight. You are beauty, you are class, you showed it all but you still kept a little piece back just for me. A little piece back just for me. Just for me. Oh I don't know how you do it but I love the way you do it, when you're doing it to me. & if this is a dream then I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life For the rest of my life For the rest of my life |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
You look just like Sylvia, well you look like her to me The way she wore her hair then, oh, the way she used to be I've not seen her for a long time, though I've heard she's still around Her father's living with some girl who's a year younger than her She's living in the country now, yeah, oh, she's trying to get better Her beauty was her only crime, yeah, I remember Sylvia So keep believing and do what you do I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better And please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Who's this man you're talking to, can't you see what he wants to do He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you Oh, he don't care about your problems, he just wants to show his friends I guess I'm just the same as him, I just didn't know it then I never understood you really and I know it's too late now You didn't ask to be that way, oh, I'm sorry Sylvia So keep believing and do what you do I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better And please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Oh, it's true yeah So please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Yeah you know that you deserve better Oh you know that you deserve better Oh Sylvia |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
The dust has settled,
replaced the bulbs in all the lights. I guess I'll get no sleep tonight. A revolution happened. Oh, sorry you haven't heard? We are the children of the new world. If you're quiet you can watch if you like. They say the future's beginning tonight. Whole empires will crumble. Civilisations will fall. Lie on the bed, hear the sound of it all. No anger, no guilt & no sorrow: it sounds unlikely, I know, but tomorrow you will wake up to find that your whole life has changed. Although nothing looks different a revolution took place. I love the way you do it, I love the way you put them on. You know the answers but you get it wrong. (Just to confuse things). Why did it seem so difficult to realise a simple truth? The revolution begins & ends with you. Now all the breakdowns & nightmares look small. Now we decided not to die after all. Because the meek shall inherit absolutely nothing at all. If you stopped being so feeble you could have so much more. The answer was here |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
This is our Music from a Bachelors Den
the sound for loneliness turned up to ten A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water bed and it sounds just like this this is the sound of someone losing the plot making out that they're okay when they're not you're gonna alike it but not a lot and the chorus goes like this Oh baby here comes the fear again The end is near again A monkey's bulit a house on your back You can't get anyone to come in the sack and here comes another panic attack Oh here we go again so now you know the words to our song, pretty soon you'll all be sing along When you're sad when you're lonely and it all turns out wrong When you've got the fear and when you're no longer searching for beauty or love just some kind of life with the edges taken off When you cann't even define what it is that you are frightened of this song will be here Oh baby here comes the fear again The end is near again If you ever get that chimp off your back if you ever find the thaing that you lack but you know you're only having a laugh and here we go again. Until the end |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Oh I'm back in the full effect / I can't even hold myself erect
I got nothing that I wanna say / I'm gonna say it anyway I know you think that I've lost it, baby I know you think that my star is fading / Used to be a contender Now you're just a pretender / Psychic karaoke every weekend You don't fit those clothes anymore Why don't you take them back to the charity store While you're there you could always hand yourself in You're into green issues - start recycling You hide behind your woman when you're out in your town Show her up and blame her for holding you down Holding you down, holding you down You're the only one who's holding you down You're only ever polite when you're out of your box Cocker's short for... sucker / Sucker of... / Oh, oh La na na na / Oh, oh / Sucker of... / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / When I got up today I had that feeling again Everything was OK, then the world started shaking Now I'm trying to sleep it away / Oh but I can't sleep it away Can you answer this question, can you answer it right: Have you ever done anything good in your life? Have you ever done anything that wasn't just for yourself? Are you capable of giving? / Are you capable of giving just for the sake of it, without expecting anything in return? I'm only trying to give you what you've come to expect Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex Single mothers and sex, single mothers and sex Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex OK, you've heard it before, it's nothing special But it's a living, can't you see / I'm a professional Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / I'm a professional Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling Sleep on, don't wake as I leave / I've been rehearsing this scene so long now Don't interrupt me as I do it for real / The bedroom floor is treacherous A teacup could be disastrous / 'Cos it'll mean I would have to say What was written on the letter I posted yesterday So that it would get here / When I was gone / And you awoke Oh, she'll meet me from the train / And she'll never know a thing About how I talk with my mouth full / And only bath once a week How I'm nicer the first time you meet me than the next And I'm rapidly losing interest in sex / Yeah, I'm rapidly losing interest in sex What's the point in making it over-emotional? / You can do it the hard way Or you can be a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / I'm a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
You are hardcore, you make me hard. You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now. Oh can't you see I'm ready now. I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever. I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together. Don't make a move 'til I say, "Action." Oh, here comes the Hardcore life. Put your money where your mouth is tonight. Leave your make-up on & I'll leave on the light. Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now. It's gonna be one hell of a night. You can't be a spectator. Oh no. You got to take these dreams & make them whole. Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you. Oh this is Hardcore -this is me on top of you & I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long. This is the eye of the storm. It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. Yeah. This is the end of the line. I've seen the storyline played out so many times before. Oh that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. & then it's over. Oh, what a hell of a show but what I want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? 'Cos this is Hardcore.
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
you are hardcore you make e hard you name the drama and
I'll play the part it seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream I like your get up if you know what i mean I want it bad I want it now |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Tomorrow never lies so live for today
Don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday Each morning brings you closer to your goal so grab your chance don't let it go The city streets are littered with the casualties the could'ves and the should'ves and the would've beens Don't let this chance slip by / Because tomorrow never lies Tomorrow never lies if you live tomorrow today There are those who would shoot you down / ah there's always someone wants to shoot you down but you know they're never gonna be able to shoot you down if you live tomorrow today / if you live tomorrow today The night time blazes with all your nightmares come to life But you can face the danger knowing that your cause is right and leave them all below you / bleeding as you rise into the night Because you know tomorrow never lies / no, tomorrow never lies no, it's never, never gonna lie if you leve tomorrow today There are those who would shoot you down / ah there's always someone who wants to shoot you down but they're never ever gonna be able to shoot you down if you live tomorrow today / yeah if you leve tomorrow today Cos you, you gotta live tomorrow today / Live it because tomorrow never lies tomorrow never lies / oh no. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Without you my life has become a hangover without end.
A movie made for TV: bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest. Too long with no story & no sex. Is it a kind of weakness to miss someone so much? To wish the day would go away? Like you did yesterday. Just like you did yesterday. & I can't think of a way to get through this pain: To be happy again to make it all alright & I know it must be bad 'cos sitting here right now, all I know is I can't even think, I can't even think of anything clever to say, to say So I say why pretend any longer? 'Cos I need you here with me. It's obvious that I miss you so much so please say you're gonna stay. So please say you're gonna stay. So please say you're gonna stay. The night is getting darker now and there's nothing on TV but I'll sit tight 'til morning light. Yeah, I'll wait until the day. Until the day that you say you're gonna stay. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
We are the boyz
And we are class act Getting trashed so make some noise We are the boyz We are the lads We sleep with slags We nick their fags We got no choice We are the boyz Oh we are the boyz And we don't ask why Because we're alive We are the boyz We are the boyz We're in the place So shut your face You got no choice We are the boyz We are the guys We're getting high While you're getting by So make some noise Cos we are the boyz We are the boyz And we don't ask why Cos we're always right Because we're alive Oh we are the boyz We are the boyz And don't look now Cos we're coming down Don't make no noise Cos we are the boyz Now we are the men And always been It won't happen again But we have no choice Cos we're the boyz Oh we were the boyz But we're not anymore No, now we're so mature Now we've cut it short Because we're not so sure No, we're not so sure Oh no, we're not so sure Not so sure Not so sure as we were Oh we were the boyz We were the boyz Oh we were the boyz Come on We're still the boyz Oh we're still the boyz Oh we're still the boyz Oh come on we are the boyz Oh we are the boyz Oh we are the boyz |
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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 - 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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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 - 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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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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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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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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