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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 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 Pulp - Freaks (1986)
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 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 - Freaks (1986)
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 - Freaks (1986)
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 - Freaks (1986)
When all should be done and gone,
he comes round again to see, he can't keep himself away. He touches her hand and it starts again. His work is an ugly mess. He prods and it cries in pain. He kicks and it starts to scream. He hurries away when she cannot see. When all should be done and gone, he comes round again to see, he can't keep himself away. he touches her hand and it starts again. Moving so slowly, droplets of kindness that poison and choke when this thing should have died long ago. The entrails are soft and warm, this time it must be the end. One touch and it lives again. He keeps it alive to be part of its pain and that's mercy. And that's compassion. And that's being good friends in a crisis. What's one corpse between friends? Oh oh-oh-oh... Leave it, boy. Just leave it alone. Stop scratching, or it'll never heal. Just let it lie in peace. Get out of the way, get out of the way, the brakes cannot last for long. He knows he must let it go, he knows but he keeps a hold. He touches her hand and it starts again. Ah! Ah! Ah! Moving so slowly, he drops it so gently, urging its life to a peak to torment it again! |
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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 - Freaks (1986)
His body loved her
his mind was set on other things Keep your face out of sight and your thoughts to yourself And this went on for several nights festering in silence, growing in the dark and this they saw as love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Oh this they saw as love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die She met his wishes he found that he had changed his mind Now the fit is too tight and the bedroom too warm The days are filled with things to do Night-time lies so hollow and memories betray Oh memories of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Those memories of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die Two years have passed two years of emptiness inside and the grey skies above just show how far I went wrong I wonder if she's living there the way that I recall the way I'll always think of you And when I think of you I think of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night You know I think of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die I wrote you a letter I threw it away I wrote you a letter I threw it away I need her I know I don't need her I need her Oh Oh-oh |