 |
|
4:28 | 
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Ninety-seven lovers
twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall She married a man who works on a building site Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one Another I know well, she laughs too loud with her friends playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend and then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door and he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one. |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Ninety-seven lovers
twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall She married a man who works on a building site Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one Another I know well, she laughs too loud with her friends playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend and then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door and he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one. |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
Ninety-seven lovers
twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall She married a man who works on a building site Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one Another I know well, she laughs too loud with her friends playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend and then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door and he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun and when the day was over there were only ninety-one. |
|||||
 |
|
3:18 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Starts so slowly, just a place to stay
Somewhere warm where they can spend their days Air is stagnant and he feels unclean Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene Something's happened and it's not so good broken bottles in the face of love Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night Once it's started it can never stop fills his head with a dark damp fog In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by Days get longer and he starts to drink spews his stomach in the kitchen sink Tells his children they should have respect Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away In the meantime stomach turns to fat She tries to tell him but he can't have that She's only jealous and she's telling lies Standing naked in his flesh disguise It took him months to get her into bed now he's got her he just wants her dead She wants excitement and she needs romance all she gets are dirty underpants Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die The wind is blowing and the rain falls down Sends his family on a trip down town Sees them die in a burning wreck Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all He knows he's finished but he can't stop now and he wants to end it but he can't see how and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way And he wants some quiet and he needs it now but the scream he's started's getting far too loud and he still pretends he does it just for now His day will come he'll lose it all somehow Killing time until his ship arrives been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground He tries to stand but he keeps falling down and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much He's not a has-been, just a never-was Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all Hates his wife Hates them all. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
Starts so slowly, just a place to stay
Somewhere warm where they can spend their days Air is stagnant and he feels unclean Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene Something's happened and it's not so good broken bottles in the face of love Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night Once it's started it can never stop fills his head with a dark damp fog In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by Days get longer and he starts to drink spews his stomach in the kitchen sink Tells his children they should have respect Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away In the meantime stomach turns to fat She tries to tell him but he can't have that She's only jealous and she's telling lies Standing naked in his flesh disguise It took him months to get her into bed now he's got her he just wants her dead She wants excitement and she needs romance all she gets are dirty underpants Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die The wind is blowing and the rain falls down Sends his family on a trip down town Sees them die in a burning wreck Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all He knows he's finished but he can't stop now and he wants to end it but he can't see how and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way And he wants some quiet and he needs it now but the scream he's started's getting far too loud and he still pretends he does it just for now His day will come he'll lose it all somehow Killing time until his ship arrives been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground He tries to stand but he keeps falling down and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much He's not a has-been, just a never-was Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all Hates his wife Hates them all. |
|||||
 |
|
4:10 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
I fell asleep on your sofa,
and had a dream about a small child, in dungarees, who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there, you were there dressed in green, saying something obscene. But that's why I came here in the first place, Oh well that and the tea. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Cushions and TV, and the table set for tea. One for you, one for me. Come and lie down on the settee, in that green jumper, you can have anything you want. And the clock is saying, it's half past four but you know, I want to stay a little more. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade light filtering through the trees. It's so soft and it's warm. Just another cup of tea please (one lump thanks). Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Oh Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come home. It's time for your tea. |
|||||
 |
|
3:43 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
I fell asleep on your sofa,
and had a dream about a small child, in dungarees, who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there, you were there dressed in green, saying something obscene. But that's why I came here in the first place, Oh well that and the tea. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Cushions and TV, and the table set for tea. One for you, one for me. Come and lie down on the settee, in that green jumper, you can have anything you want. And the clock is saying, it's half past four but you know, I want to stay a little more. Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade light filtering through the trees. It's so soft and it's warm. Just another cup of tea please (one lump thanks). Can I stay here, lying under the table together with you now? Can I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside and wait for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for their tea. Oh Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come home. It's time for your tea |
|||||
 |
|
4:33 |
|
||
|
from Shaken And Stirred by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two
I never intended to do the things we've done Funny how it always goes in love When you don't look, you find But then we're two of a kind, we move as one We're an all time high We'll change all that's gone before Doing so much more than just falling in love On an all time high We'll take on the world and wait So hold on tight, let the flight begin I don't want to waste a waking moment I don't want to sleep 'Cause I'm in so strong and so deep, and so are you In my time I've said these words before, but now I realize Oh, my heart was telling me lies, but with you they're all true On an all time high We'll change all that's gone before Doing so much more than just falling in love On an all time high Yeah, we'll take on the world, oh we will So hold on tight and let the flight begin Yeah, hold on tight, let the flight begin Just hold on tight, let this flight begin We're an all time high |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
 |
|
4:01 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you Someone's sending me letters saying you've been going with other fellers. And babe I want you. But I don't wanna cry. Or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line. Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. I'm not trying to be clever but at least we're not still living together All those calls in the evening if I answered they'd hang up without speaking And babe I want you, But I don't want to cry or talk for an hour to a machine on the end of a telephone line Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone *Beep* "Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesn't matter what you're up to. I just want you to stay in touch. That's all." Are you really not at home? Or are you there but not alone? Screening calls you don't want to receive meaning calls calls that come from me Oh I need to see you It's not enough for me just to hear you You said you'd be here by ten thirty but you want to stay out and be dirty Oh it just kills me when all you got to do is call Oh do it any time cos there's never no-one home never no-one home Leave your message on the ansaphone. |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:05 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Well it happened years ago,
when you lived on Stanhope Road. We listened to your sister, when she came home from school, cos she was two years older, and she had boys in her room. We listened outside and heard her. Alright. Well that was alright for a while, but soon I wanted more. I want to see as well as hear, and so I hid inside her wardrobe. And she came round four, and she was with some kid called David, from the garage up the road. I listened outside I heard her. Alright. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah. When I saw you next day, I really couldn't tell, cos you might go and tell your mother. And so you went with Neve, and Neve was coming on, and I thought I heard you laughing, when his Mum and Dad were gone. I listened outside, I heard you. Alright. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah. Well I guess it couldn't last too long. I came home one day, and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside. I never heard her come. And then she opened up her wardrobe, and I had to get it on. Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home, I heard you stop outside the door. I know you won't believe it's true, I only went with her 'cos she looks like you. Oh I want to take you home. I want to give you children. You might be my girlfriend, yeah |
|||||
|
|
4:09 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
Well it happened years ago when you lived on Stanhope Road We listened to your sister when she came home from school `cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room We listened outside and heard her Alright Well that was alright for a while but soon I wanted more I wanted to see as well as hear and so I I hid inside her wardrobe And she came home round four and she was with some kid called David from the garage up the road I listened outside, I heard her Alright Oh I want to take you home I want to give you children You might be my girlfriend Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah When I saw you the next day I really couldn't tell you `cos you might go and tell your mother And so you went with Neve oh yeah and Neve was coming on and I thought I heard you laughing when his Mum and Dad were gone I listened outside, I heard you Alright Oh I want to take you home I want to give you children Yeah you might be my girlfriend Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Well I guess it couldn't last too long I came home one day and all her things were gone I fell asleep inside I never heard her come Oh and she opened up the wardrobe and I had to get it on Yeah oh listen we were on the bed when you came home I heard you stop outside the door I know you won't believe it's true I only went with her `cos she looks like you, my God Oh I want to take you home I want to give you children Yeah you might be my girlfriend Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, Oh woh, Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
|
|||||
|
|
- | 
|
||
| from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996) | |||||
 |
|
4:16 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
3:43 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Now if you can stand,
I would like to take you by the hand, yeah, and go for a walk, past people as they go to work. Oh, let's get out of this place, before they tell us that we've just died. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, just what did you lose? If you can make an order could you get me one? Two sugars would be great, cos I'm fading fast, and it's nearly dawn. If they knocked down this place, this place, it'd still look much better than you. Move, move quick, you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? Oh, it's ok it's just your mind. If we get through this alive, I'll meet you next week, same place, same time. Oh move, move quick you've gotta move. Come on it's through, come on it's time. Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose? That's what you get from clubbing it. You can't go home and go to bed, because it hasn't worn off yet, and now it's morning. There's only one place we can go. It's around the corner in Soho, where other broken people go. Let's go. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
6:03 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:13 |
|
||
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
5:54 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
The blue girls that bake in the sun
Skin falls in flakes from each one Like leaves from autumn trees they float upon the breeze These girls you have loved are slowly decaying Ah Drying out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What have you done to earn this prize? The flesh underneath candy-pink Quite a strange affair you might think They gasp and moan for air Beached fish on your lawn-chair These girls you have loved are slowly decaying Ah Drying out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What have you done to earn this prize? Fragments left at the end of the day A pile of blue that is soon swept away Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye Would it be too much to cry? These girls you have loved have slowly decayed Ah They dried out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What did you do to earn this prize? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
The blue girls that bake in the sun
Skin falls in flakes from each one Like leaves from autumn trees they float upon the breeze These girls you have loved are slowly decaying Ah Drying out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What have you done to earn this prize? The flesh underneath candy-pink Quite a strange affair you might think They gasp and moan for air Beached fish on your lawn-chair These girls you have loved are slowly decaying Ah Drying out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What have you done to earn this prize? Fragments left at the end of the day A pile of blue that is soon swept away Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye Would it be too much to cry? These girls you have loved have slowly decayed Ah They dried out in the sun before your eyes Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you Oh What did you do to earn this prize? |
|||||
|
|
3:04 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
So late looking up at your window
as it bathes me in your blue midnight glow I wonder why you're not sleeping and I wonder if you could know Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight Crouched down by a bush at the roadside I watch as you pass me by Lost down by the side of the river and no light comes from the empty sky Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight I left home at midnight made for the horizon no sense of direction I walked on for miles, oh I hope that I find you I hide from the headlamps no lights in the window the whole town is sleeping and somewhere you lie, oh, I wish I could find you Oh I'm lost by the river my clothes are in tatters my face scarred by branches I shiver with cold, no, I don't think I'll find you Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight Won't you make it tonight? Oh say you'll meet me tonight Won't you make it tonight? Say you'll meet me tonight. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
So late looking up at your window
as it bathes me in your blue midnight glow I wonder why you're not sleeping and I wonder if you could know Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight Crouched down by a bush at the roadside I watch as you pass me by Lost down by the side of the river and no light comes from the empty sky Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight I left home at midnight made for the horizon no sense of direction I walked on for miles, oh I hope that I find you I hide from the headlamps no lights in the window the whole town is sleeping and somewhere you lie, oh, I wish I could find you Oh I'm lost by the river my clothes are in tatters my face scarred by branches I shiver with cold, no, I don't think I'll find you Tonight make it tonight Tonight make it tonight Won't you make it tonight? Oh say you'll meet me tonight Won't you make it tonight? Say you'll meet me tonight. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Pulp - On Fire (2001) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:15 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
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. |
|||||
 |
|
9:43 |
|
||
|
from Trainspotting (트레인스포팅) [ost] (1996)
Drive boy
Dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy And tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy And steel boy You had chemicals boy Ive grown so close to you Boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy Drive boy dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy Snd tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy And steel boy You had chemicals boy i've grown so close to you boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy Let your feelings slip boy But never your mask Boy random blonde Bio high density Rhythm blonde boy Blonde country Blonde high density You are my drug boy Youre real boy Speak to me and boy Dog dirty numb cracking boy You get wet boy Big big time Boy acid bear boy Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes And remembering nothing boy You like my tin horn boy And get wet like an angel Derail You got a velvet mouth Youre so succulent And beautiful shimmering And dirty wonderful And hot times On your telephone line And god and everything On your telephone And in walk an angel And look at me your mom Squatting pissed in a tube hole At tottenham court road I just come out of the ship Talking to the most blonde i ever met Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting Lager lager lager Shouthing Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega Shouting Lager lager lager lager Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing So many things to see and do In the tube hole true blonde Going back to romford Mega mega mega Going back to romford Hi mom are you having fun And now are you on your way To a new tension headache |
|||||
 |
|
5:33 |
|
||
|
from Notting Hill (노팅 힐) [ost] (1999)
That coat that I gave you
All shiny and black Well I'm sorry, my darling But I'm taking it back I don't want to spoil the party But I've got to go home You can stay if you want to If you want to sleep alone Some are born to greatness Some are born to die Never knowing the difference Never knowing why Some are born to change the world Some never even try But darling, you and I We were born to cry Black has become your favourite colour For all the things it can conceal And as we lie here together I know exactly how you feel It's time for me to leave this party But I've just got to ask you first: If you're only trying to make things better How come they always turn out worse? Mm, some are born to greatness Some are born to die Never knowing the difference Never knowing why Some are born to change the world Some never even try But darling, you and I We were born to cry Oh, some are born to greatness And some are born to die Never knowing the difference And never knowing why Some are born to change the world Some never even try But darling, you and I We were born to cry Yes, darling, you and I We were born to cry. Born to cry |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998) | |||||
|
|
6:40 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Straight down the Parkway follow your nose to a place where nobody wants to go
It's a fare and a half; they're having a larf Everybody's broken or they're a dwarf Mirror mirror on the wall who is the ace-est of them all? The Catcliffe girl who gets out before her 18th birthday There's a little old man by the side of the road Just where he came from nobody knows He's so picturesque a physical wreck a dirty old bloke with no self-respect Ow! Oh god! You'd better leave town before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown Yeah It's a step to the left; a step to the right You do the Catcliffe Shakedown with all of your might Oh, baby, shakedown shakedown shakedown Pudgy 12 year-olds in Union Jack shorts addicted to coffee-whitener and frankfurters. And those boys who said "Mister we just want your car 'cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir" are outside the pub. Fine figures of men; exercising and dieting just doesn't suit them. Have a meal in a glass we're having a laugh just come over here and your face we will smash Oh! Oh god! You'd better leave town before you get caught in the Catcliffe Shakedown Yeah Shakedown Shakedown Shakedown Oh no, it's not that bad really: Not if you've been living in Bosnia for the last year. Homebrew is still big news round these parts - no airing cupboard should be without it. They were going to open an airport - can you imagine it? "Whilst in the area why not stock up on string or try some of our duty-free Parkin?" Oh yeah. Let's go. See the rainbow high above the viaduct, glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk Oh, it's so beautiful, but I don't know what it means Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising? And our idea of sophisticated humour is setting fire to our farts with disposable lighters. Why not try our delicious lager-style drink with a chocolate-flavoured candy-covered biscuit? "Look at those buttercups over there mummy!" "Hold one under your chin." "What's butter mummy?" "Oh, it's just a different make of margarine" See the rainbow high above the viaduct, glowing with all the colours of a bottle of spilt milk Oh, it's so beautiful, but I don't know what it means Oh, rainbow high above - what exactly are you advertising? The film now cuts to reveal who is watching this docudrama. A middle class couple sit in wonder as the titles roll. "All nicotine stains and beer-bellies in this programme were real." But upstairs in his room, amongst the Airfix planes, is a small boy. He sits in the dark, listening for the sound of the train that crosses the viaduct at four o'clock every morning. The train that carries the dismembered remains, the dismembered remains of Matchstick Men and Matchstick Cats & Dogs, and it's coming, and it's coming, coming... Oh yeah. "What you looking at?" "I don't know - label's fell off" "I'm going aht" "Am I so beautiful you can't stop looking at me?" "Am I so beautiful?" "You don't scare me" "I'll take you all on" "You and whose army?" "Me - me and my fist-y" Catcliffe you don't intimidate me, your Parkway and your shopping centre, your Panda Pops and pottery, your motorway junction, overwhelming stench of failure. Lives that never left first base, stunted by vapours from the cooling towers And I will do everything, everything in my power to get way from you. Oh yeah |
|||||
|
|
5:14 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
|
|||||
|
|
7:37 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
|
|||||
|
|
6:18 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge she studied sculpture at St Martin's college that's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola." she said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time she said "I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you." Well what else could I do? I said "I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere so it started there I said "Pretend you've got no money." but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny." I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people you want to see whatever common people see you want to sleep with common people you want to sleep with common people like me?" But she didn't understand she just smiled and held my hand Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all Yeah You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do Sing along with the common people sing along and it might just get you through Laugh along with the common people laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do because you think that poor is cool Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite and never warn you Look out they'll tear your insides out [muffled: I'm sorry, Mr Dalton, there's no need to be concerned] `cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere else to go You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why Rent a flat above a shop cut your hair and get a job Smoke some fags and play some pool pretend you never went to school But still you'll never get it right `cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall if you called your Dad he could stop it all You'll never live like common people you'll never do what common people do you'll never fail like common people you'll never watch your life slide out of view and dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you I want to live with common people like you Aa-aa-ah la la la la... Oh yeah.
|
|||||
|
|
5:50 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
she came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I, caught her eye. she told me that her Dad was loaded, i said "In that case i'll have a rum and coca-cola." she said "fine." and in thirty seconds time she said, "i want to live like common people, i want to do whatever common people do, i want to sleep with common people, i want to sleep with common people, like you." well what else could I do - i said "I'll see what I can do." i took her to a supermarket, i don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there. i said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said, "oh you're so funny." i said "yeah? well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. are you sure you want to live like common people, you want to see whatever common people see, you want to sleep with common people, you want to sleep with common people, like me." but she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand. rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job. smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school. but still you'll never get it right, cos when you're laid in bed at night, watching roaches climb the wall, if you call your Dad he could stop it all. you'll never live like common people, you'll never do what common people do, you'll never fail like common people, you'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to do. sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you through, laugh along with the common people, laugh along even though they're laughing at you, and the stupid things that you do. because you think that poor is cool. i want to live with common people, i want to live with common people etc |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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.
|
|||||
|
|
5:52 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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.
|
|||||
|
|
7:35 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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.
|
|||||
|
|
4:43 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Oh I was seventeen,
when I heard the countdown start, it started slowly, and I thought it was my heart but then I realised, that this time it was for real there was no place to hide, I had to go out and feel, but there was time to kill, and so I, I walked my way around town, I tried to love the world, oh but the world just got me down, and so I looked for you, in every street of every town I wanted to see your face, I wanna, I wanna see you now. I wanna see you now. Oh and so it went, Oh so it went for several years I couldn't stand it No, oh it must be getting near now that, you just don't know, oh no you, you just don't understand how many people have seen you, in the arms of, of of some other man, I've got to meet you, and find you, and take you by the hand, oh my God, my God, you've got to understand, that I was seventeen. I didn't, I didn't know a thing at all. I've got no reason, I've got no reason at all, Oh no. The time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon, Yeah you came too soon then, Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room no) Oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down, Get down, oh. Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, so I'm gonna leave this town. Goodbye. O.K. Yeah you can leave me, oh you, you can go some other place, you can't forget it. Yeah, you know, you know that's O.K. cos, cos I own this town, Yeah, I brought it to its knees, Can you hear it crying? Can you? Can you hear it begging to me "Please?" I know it's coming, so soon now oh, oh it's on it's way. Oh no, oh no, oh I can hear them say, they say I can't survive, They say I, I'll never leave the ground, They say it's all a lie, and now, and now it's coming down, Oh baby now, Time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon. Yeah you came too soon now, Oh and it could, oh it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room now) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down. Get down, oh Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, So I'm gonna go, gonna be there, I'm gonna go. Bub-bye. It's O.K, You don't have to care. Really. Oh, oh really, I swear, No, no you owe me nothing, You owe nothing to me, And if I messed it up baby, Then, that's all up to me. And if you go, then, then I won't follow, no, no cos so many times I've been, I've been thinking maybe, oh maybe I should No, I, I'm gonna stay I, I'm gonna make my way Oh, I'm gonna get on through babe I'm gonna make it all some day Oh, time, of my life, no I think you came too soon, You came too soon then. Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never, I never leave this room, no) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down Get down, oh And the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town. So I'll leave this town. The sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, yeah I'm gonna leave this town Time is crying out tonight for me to leave this town So I'm gonna go yeah I'm gonna go Yeah Bub-bye I'm gonna leave this town You're not gonna have me around Oh The sky and stars and God will never ever laugh Me and stars and moon are falling down. |
|||||
|
|
8:09 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Oh I was seventeen,
when I heard the countdown start, it started slowly, and I thought it was my heart but then I realised, that this time it was for real there was no place to hide, I had to go out and feel, but there was time to kill, and so I, I walked my way around town, I tried to love the world, oh but the world just got me down, and so I looked for you, in every street of every town I wanted to see your face, I wanna, I wanna see you now. I wanna see you now. Oh and so it went, Oh so it went for several years I couldn't stand it No, oh it must be getting near now that, you just don't know, oh no you, you just don't understand how many people have seen you, in the arms of, of of some other man, I've got to meet you, and find you, and take you by the hand, oh my God, my God, you've got to understand, that I was seventeen. I didn't, I didn't know a thing at all. I've got no reason, I've got no reason at all, Oh no. The time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon, Yeah you came too soon then, Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room no) Oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down, Get down, oh. Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, so I'm gonna leave this town. Goodbye. O.K. Yeah you can leave me, oh you, you can go some other place, you can't forget it. Yeah, you know, you know that's O.K. cos, cos I own this town, Yeah, I brought it to its knees, Can you hear it crying? Can you? Can you hear it begging to me "Please?" I know it's coming, so soon now oh, oh it's on it's way. Oh no, oh no, oh I can hear them say, they say I can't survive, They say I, I'll never leave the ground, They say it's all a lie, and now, and now it's coming down, Oh baby now, Time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon. Yeah you came too soon now, Oh and it could, oh it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room now) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down. Get down, oh Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, So I'm gonna go, gonna be there, I'm gonna go. Bub-bye. It's O.K, You don't have to care. Really. Oh, oh really, I swear, No, no you owe me nothing, You owe nothing to me, And if I messed it up baby, Then, that's all up to me. And if you go, then, then I won't follow, no, no cos so many times I've been, I've been thinking maybe, oh maybe I should No, I, I'm gonna stay I, I'm gonna make my way Oh, I'm gonna get on through babe I'm gonna make it all some day Oh, time, of my life, no I think you came too soon, You came too soon then. Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never, I never leave this room, no) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down Get down, oh And the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town. So I'll leave this town. The sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, yeah I'm gonna leave this town Time is crying out tonight for me to leave this town So I'm gonna go yeah I'm gonna go Yeah Bub-bye I'm gonna leave this town You're not gonna have me around Oh The sky and stars and God will never ever laugh Me and stars and moon are falling down. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
Oh I was seventeen,
when I heard the countdown start, it started slowly, and I thought it was my heart but then I realised, that this time it was for real there was no place to hide, I had to go out and feel, but there was time to kill, and so I, I walked my way around town, I tried to love the world, oh but the world just got me down, and so I looked for you, in every street of every town I wanted to see your face, I wanna, I wanna see you now. I wanna see you now. Oh and so it went, Oh so it went for several years I couldn't stand it No, oh it must be getting near now that, you just don't know, oh no you, you just don't understand how many people have seen you, in the arms of, of of some other man, I've got to meet you, and find you, and take you by the hand, oh my God, my God, you've got to understand, that I was seventeen. I didn't, I didn't know a thing at all. I've got no reason, I've got no reason at all, Oh no. The time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon, Yeah you came too soon then, Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room no) Oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down, Get down, oh. Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, so I'm gonna leave this town. Goodbye. O.K. Yeah you can leave me, oh you, you can go some other place, you can't forget it. Yeah, you know, you know that's O.K. cos, cos I own this town, Yeah, I brought it to its knees, Can you hear it crying? Can you? Can you hear it begging to me "Please?" I know it's coming, so soon now oh, oh it's on it's way. Oh no, oh no, oh I can hear them say, they say I can't survive, They say I, I'll never leave the ground, They say it's all a lie, and now, and now it's coming down, Oh baby now, Time, of my life, oh I think you came too soon. Yeah you came too soon now, Oh and it could, oh it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never leave this room now) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down. Get down, oh Oh and the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, So I'm gonna go, gonna be there, I'm gonna go. Bub-bye. It's O.K, You don't have to care. Really. Oh, oh really, I swear, No, no you owe me nothing, You owe nothing to me, And if I messed it up baby, Then, that's all up to me. And if you go, then, then I won't follow, no, no cos so many times I've been, I've been thinking maybe, oh maybe I should No, I, I'm gonna stay I, I'm gonna make my way Oh, I'm gonna get on through babe I'm gonna make it all some day Oh, time, of my life, no I think you came too soon, You came too soon then. Oh and it could, it could be tonight, if I ever leave this room, (I never, I never leave this room, no) Oh oh oh I wasted all my time on all those stupid things that only get me down Get down, oh And the sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town. So I'll leave this town. The sky, is crying out tonight, for me to leave this town, yeah I'm gonna leave this town Time is crying out tonight for me to leave this town So I'm gonna go yeah I'm gonna go Yeah Bub-bye I'm gonna leave this town You're not gonna have me around Oh The sky and stars and God will never ever laugh Me and stars and moon are falling down. |
|||||
|
|
7:01 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,
swaying slightly, drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade. And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider into the water to chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you spend your time. Walking to parties whilst it's still light outside. Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish. Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there? And we can pretend that we're somewhere foreign, but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry, or too hot. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you use your time. We went driving. This is where you want to be, there's nothing else but you and her, and how you use your time. The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes, you're still wearing a small pale skin bikini. The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway, and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust floating in the light from the window. Summer leaves fall from Summer trees. Summer grazes fade on Summer knees. Summer nights are slowly getting long. Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone. So we went out to the park at midnight one last time. Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms. Past the bandstand down to the boating lake. And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours, until we couldn't swim anymore. And as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air, and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes. And as we walked home we could hear the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees, and the birds deciding where to go for Winter. And the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town. Oh but I want you to stay. Oh please stay for a while, oh I want you to stay, oh I want you to stay. |
|||||
|
|
5:43 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Tonight's the night
Open your door and I'll come inside Don't be afraid, it will be alright I will change your whole life tonight and you're so beautiful too beautiful for this dead-end world I'm taking you to a better place oh, far away from this stupid race, oh Come with me for ever and ever please come with me for ever No, don't let me down oh, don't make me cry Lie in my arms and be mine tonight Do it Oh, did I tell you there was no need to be afraid? Oh, you've got such a beautiful body Oh, you'll make such a beautiful body I smoke these yellow-lit cul-de-sacs at night You hear my foot-step on your bedroom stair and I will take the first one in every house in town I'll take your sisters and I'll lay them down I'll lay them down Tonight Mother (mother) Father (father) Brother (brother) Take them all Make you mine I want your body Mother (mother) Father (father) Brother (brother) The wind (the wind) Streets (streets) Those girls (girls) I walked into town (town) (town). |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
| from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005) | |||||
|
|
9:49 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ...
To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... Rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (don't you love that sound?) ... Whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head ... Trying to remember what he learnt at training college ... Lester said he wasn't allowed in here ... so why don't you get lost? ... And if you grow up ... then when you grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ... Live on Kelvin ... yeah you can live in Kelvin... On the promenade with the concrete walkways... Where pigeons go to die... (A woman on the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling Was bulging as if under a great weight. When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat Above had transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room, In which several plants he had stolen from a local park were growing. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden. When questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.)... Oh God, I think the future's been fried... deep fried in Kelvin... And now it's rotting behind the remains of a stolen motorbike... I haven't touched it, honest... but there isn't anything else to do... We don't need your sad attempts at social conscience based On taxi-rides home at night when exhibition opens ... We just want your car radio... and those Reflux speakers... Now... suffer the little children to come to me... And I will tend their adventure playground splinters with cigarette burns And feed them fizzy orange and chips... And then they grow up straight and tall... And then they grow up to live... on Kelvin... Yeah... we can have ghettos too... Only we use air-rifles instead of machine-guns... Stitch that... and we drunk driving lights... In the end... the question you have to ask yourself is... Are you talking to me ... or are you chewing a brick? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
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? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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? |
|||||
|
|
4:34 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah. Deborah - it never suited you Oh and they said that when we grew up We'd get married and never split up We never did it, although I often I thought of it Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl in school to get breasts Martyn said that you were the best The boys all loved you but I was a mess I had to watch them try to get you undressed We were friends that was as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you - cos you were oh so popular Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh Deborah, do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chips on the wall When I came around to call you didn't notice me at all And I said "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road" I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me maybe? You can even bring your baby, oh. Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me maybe? You can even bring your baby. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah 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.
|
|||||
|
|
4:21 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995) | |||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
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.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Disco 2000 [single] (1995)
Well we were born within an hour of each other Our mothers said we could be sister and brother Your name is Deborah De-bor-ah It never suited you And they said that when we grew up we'd get married and never split up Oh we never did it Although I often thought of it Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago You were the first girl at school to get breasts and Martyn said that you were the best Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess I had to watch them try and get you undressed We were friends and that's as far as it went I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant Oh, it meant nothing to you `cause you were so popular Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by thefountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Do it Oh yeah Oh yeah And now it's all over You've paid your money and you've taken your choice and I know we'll never meet again But Deborah, I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing Oh Deborah do you recall? Your house was very small with wood-chip on the wall When I came round to call you didn't notice me at all and I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000 Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown? Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road." I never knew that you'd get married I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh What are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to come and meet me, maybe? You can even bring your baby Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.
|
|||||
|
|
3:30 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:23 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
You say you've got to go home
cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh God, it's half past eight, you'll be late. You say you've never been sure, though it makes good sense for you to be together. Still you bought a toy that can reach the places he never goes. Oh, now it's getting late. He's so straight. Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time. But you know that we've changed so much since then, oh yeah, we've grown. Now I don't care what you're doing, no I don't care if you screw him. Just as long as you save a piece for me, oh yeah You say you've got to go home. Well at least there's someone there that you can talk to. And you never have to face up to the night on your own. Jesus, it must be great to be straight. Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time. But you know that we've changed so much since then, oh yeah, we've grown. Now I don't care what you're doing, no I don't care if you screw him. Just as long as you save a piece for me, oh yeah |
|||||
|
|
4:00 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
You say you've got to go home `cos he's sitting on his own again this evening And I know you're going to let him bore your pants off again Oh now, it's half past eight you'll be late You say you've never been sure though it makes good sense for you to stay together Still you bought a toy that can reach the places he never goes and now it's getting late He's so straight Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time but you know that we've changed so much since then oh yeah we've grown Now I don't care what you're doing no I don't care if you screw him just as long as you save a piece for me oh yeah now ooh-oh You say you've got to go home Well at least there's someone there who you can talk to and you never have to face up to the night on your own Jesus it must be great to be straight Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time but you know that we've changed so much since then oh yeah we've grown Now I don't care what you're doing no I don't care if you screw him oh just as long as you save a piece for me oh yeah ooh-oh Yeah you wanna go home Yeah you wanna go home Yeah you wanna go home Yeah you wanna go home Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time but you know that we've changed so much since then oh yeah we've grown Now I don't care what you're doing no I don't care if you screw him just as long as you save a piece for me oh yeah ooh-oh Do you remember the first time? I can't remember a worse time but you know that we've changed so much since then oh yeah we've grown Oh now I don't care what you're doing no I don't care if you screw him just as long as you save a piece for me oh yeah ooh-oh You wanna go home.
|
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
| from The World's End (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (지구가 끝장 나는 날) [ost] (2013) | |||||
|
|
4:54 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Dogs are everywhere
almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then They have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere that I go Oh dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then they have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They always wag their tails at all the pretty girls and older women They find their own way in and they rip up everything that I believe in Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They get down on all fours when you walk through the door They whine and beg around your feet like a dog for something sweet They sink their teeth in you they're tearing you in two Remains are buried out of doors Oh I want some more I want some more Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere oh dogs are everywhere that I go Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go that I go that I go that I go Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere Dogs are everywhere |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Dogs are everywhere
almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then They have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere that I go Oh dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then they have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They always wag their tails at all the pretty girls and older women They find their own way in and they rip up everything that I believe in Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They get down on all fours when you walk through the door They whine and beg around your feet like a dog for something sweet They sink their teeth in you they're tearing you in two Remains are buried out of doors Oh I want some more I want some more Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere oh dogs are everywhere that I go Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go that I go that I go that I go Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere Dogs are everywhere |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
Dogs are everywhere
almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then They have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere that I go Oh dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go They have too much and then they have too much again and then more They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They always wag their tails at all the pretty girls and older women They find their own way in and they rip up everything that I believe in Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go They get down on all fours when you walk through the door They whine and beg around your feet like a dog for something sweet They sink their teeth in you they're tearing you in two Remains are buried out of doors Oh I want some more I want some more Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere oh dogs are everywhere that I go Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go that I go that I go that I go Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere Dogs are everywhere |
|||||
|
|
3:09 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
(Do it)
Don't lose it He wants to use it But don't change a single thing He wants to put it down on paper and put it in a song to sing How your father went away How your mother got her way How your brothers never let you join in Didn't do too well at school Feel a failure but you'll Be famous if you let him touch you Don't lose it babe Don't go too straight Don't throw it away No, don't think it's all wrong No, no, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song They're pinheads Have you met them? But they've got nothing to say Oh, he just stands there in the corner and never dares join your game He wants to take you out to find out what it's all about 'cos he can see that you've got something But don't let him take you in he's only after just one thing and that's the thing that makes you different Don't lose it babe Don't go too straight Don't throw it away No, don't think it's all wrong Baby, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song So don't lose it Lose it These things are worthless You see them in a magazine T-t-trainers, slip-slip-dresses But you know what it means Oh They want a piece of something they've never felt Something they can't have and then you go And in the end they want to suck you dry 'Cos they know you turned out well And you don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna Don't lose it baby Don't give it away Don't go too straight Don't think it's all wrong Baby, don't lose it babe Don't throw it away It means more than a song Don't lose it Don't lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it |
|||||
|
|
4:07 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
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. |
|||||
|
|
3:47 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
On the night that I was leaving,
the moon rose in the sky. As I came, to fetch my suitcase, and then you began to cry. I've never seen you look so ugly as the way you did that night. That night was eighteen months ago. Now I'm two hours from the station. Yeah I'm coming home again. I'm gonna show this town who's master soon as I get off this train. You're gonna love me more than ever, and the sun will shine again. And I will kiss your face, and I will make you smile again. And then the whole damn town will come on out to welcome me. Oh they will open all the doors and give it all to me. Oh no but still your voice is ringing in my ears. Don't you want me anymore? Don't you want me anymore? And I can't, I can't believe it's happening. I know that, oh there must be some mistake. You found yourself another lover, and you're glad we made the break. Oh you don't even, you don't even want to see me. You just wanna wave and say "Goodbye. Go away now, and leave us alone, No this house is not your own." And now the whole damn town has come on out to laugh at me. Oh yeah. Oh they can stare for evermore; you do not care for me. Oh no. Oh they can stare now for a hundred thousand years. Don't you want me anymore? Don't you want me anymore? Don't you want me anymore? Don't you want me anymore? |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
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. |
|||||
|
|
3:38 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
Take me down,
to the river, where I would not go before. Through the trees and the rushes, to a place we both know. And I'm feeling much younger, as I kneel on the ground, Dip my toe in the water, of the river where I watched you drown Nadadum nananana nana na... Oh when the river ran dry that next year, I could not find your body. Now I'm standing here ready at last, to dive down and reach you again. And I long to be with you Now these cold nights have come, oh I go down to the river, but the river will stop for no-one. Though I ask it it keeps flowing on, When I ask it, it tells me you're gone. Dadow... |
|||||
|
|
6:34 |
|
||
| from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping centre. And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. And as I'm standing across this room I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe. So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach Like I'm standing on top of a very high building oh yeah. All the stuff they tell you about in the movies but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses. It's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath. It's so cold yeah, it's so cold. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here, why now ooh. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans no. It's something I don't understand oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. Oh what is this thing that is happening to me. Oh. What is this feeling called love. Why me. Why you. Why here. And why now ooh. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Ooh. |
|||||
|
|
6:01 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
The room is cold,
and has been like this for several months. If I close my eyes, I can visualise everything in it, right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table. And the world outside this room, has also assumed a familiar shape, the same events shuffeled in a slightly different order each day. Just like a modern shopping centre. And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. It's so cold yeah, it's so cold. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here, why now. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans no. It's something I don't understand oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. Oh what is this thing that is happening to me. And as I'm standing across this room, I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment. And as I touch your shoulder tonight, this room has become the centre of the entire universe. So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach, like I'm standing on top of a very high building, oh yeah. All the stuff they tell you about in the movies, but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses. It's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night. And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts, and the curve of your belly, and I may have to sit down and catch my breath. Oh. What is this feeling called love. Why me, why you, why here. And why now. It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no. It doesn't fit my plans, but I got that taste in my mouth again oh. F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. What is this thing that is happening to me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
3:36 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994) | |||||
|
|
4:55 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Now it's coming to the end of the evening
The time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place Your eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets past rows and rows of houses curtains drawn tight against the cold night air to a flight of stairs which lead to a room where a bed is waiting for you to lie down perhaps alone, perhaps not and go to sleep again They wait alone in unused rooms they sit and they remember Oh, please remember So you lie on your back in the dark and listen to the blood rushing in your ears and the soft "tick, tick, tick" of your watch against the mattress springs Patterns merge behind your eyes Purple and green, glowing gently and all is soft with furry darkness You yawn once turn on your side and fall to sleep again They wait alone they bathed your eyes when nights were cold Remember Oh, please remember There's something you've forgotten When you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were alone Alone and afraid of the dark Watching Waiting Watching Waiting As you lie on your back naked beneath the cold sheets Not dead, just sleeping Sleeping And you will never wake again. |
|||||
|
|
4:58 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
Well, imagine it's a film and you're the star
and pretty soon we're coming to the part where you realise that you should give your heart, oh, give your heart to me. And now the orchestra begins to make a sound, that goes round & round & round & round & round & round & round & round & round again we kiss to violins. Well some sad people might believe in that I guess. But we know better don't we? We know all about the mess. The aftermath of our affair, is lying all around and I can't clear it away. No. And d'you think that it's so easy to find? Somebody who is just your kind? Well it might take you a little time, but I'm going to have to try. Oh yeah I'm gonna try. And I know no-one can ever know, which way to head. But don't you remember, that you once said, that you liked happy endings? And no-one can ever know, if it's going to work, but if you try, then you might get your happy ending. |
|||||
|
|
4:11 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
First you let him in your bed.
Now he's moved inside your head. And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming. I saw a friend of yours today, she called me over just to say, "I dunno if you've seen her lately but God she's looking rough". No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. Do you think he'll fall apart? Do you think you'll break his heart? If you leave him on his own. You are dreaming. Cos he can fasten all his clothes, tie his laces, blow his nose. It's time to teach him how to walk, yeah, teach your baby how to walk away. No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. You're not his mother, you're not sister & brother. He's not even your lover. He's just a piece of luggage you should throw away. No don't go round to see him tonight, he's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. No don't go round tonight, you'll never make it right. He's already made such a mess of your life. Find something else to do with your time, and do it quickly while you've still got the chance. |
|||||
|
|
4:29 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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. |
|||||
|
|
6:18 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - His N Hers (1994)
His `n` HersI've got the time / and you've got the space / I'm gonna wipe you down
and lick the smile off your face, the smile off your face Though we know that it's wrong / towel sets / matching combs Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... / I want you now / and I want you here / so lie down by the fire and if the neighbours hear, the neighbours hear 'cos they don't understand / what you've got / in your hand Oh it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... yeah! / Are we going to do it again? Sideways? / I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face oh it made me feel better / Oh now it's gone too far / we gave up hope and the future's bleak / just a soap on a rope, a soap on a rope Put the rope around his neck Pull it tight / he's erect / oh and it looks so good but does it turn you on? Oh... yeah! / Are we going to do it again? Shove it in sideways / I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face oh it made me feel better So we laid in bed afterwards and / she asked me what made me frightened / and I said "I'm frightened of Belgian chocolates / I'm frightened of pot pourri I'm frightened of James Dean posters I'm frightened of twenty-six inch screens / I'm frightened of remote control I'm frightened of endowment plans / I'm frightened of figurines I'm frightened of evenings in the Brincliffe Oaks searching for a conversation." "Oh you're stupid," she said / and she took my hand she took my hand and she said / "I want I want you / I want you to / I want you to touch I want you to touch me / I want you to touch me." Oh... / Are we going to do it again? / Shove it in sideways I was still in the queue when you came Delivered me from his 'n' hers / you pulled the units down Delivered me from his 'n' hers / and when I saw his face you know it made me feel better. |
|||||
|
|
5:32 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:42 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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. |
|||||
|
|
5:09 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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. |
|||||
|
|
5:55 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole wide world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty lives? Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained eye, I'm sitting on my arse all day. I'm biding time until I take you all on. My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail, I cannot fail. Cos I spy. Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes, I know the ways your minds work; I've studied. And your minds are just the same as mine except that you are clever swines, you never let mask slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hone my plan how I will get my satisfaction, how I will blow your paradise away away, away. Cos I spy. And it's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head. "The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle, skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop." Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest, but hold on, you've got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks, smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed that you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon, and catch us at it in the front room. You see I spy for a living, and I specialise in revenge, on taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up. My favourite parks are car parks, grass is something you smoke, birds are something you shag. Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your arse. Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With roach burns in designer dresses, skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones, and thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes. And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man. It's more a case of haves against haven'ts. And I just happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah. La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour. La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you, I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne, I'll hold your body and make it sing again. Come on - sing again, let's sing again, oh yeah, Cos I spy, yes, I spy. I spy a boy, and I spy a girl. I spy the chance, to change the world, to change your world. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Different Class / Second Class (1996)
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see a walks among you seeing through your pretty lives. Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day And I'm biding my time until I take you all on my Lords and Ladies I will prevail, I cannot fail. Cause I spy. Oh I've got your numbers taken notes and all the ways your minds work out. I've studied and your mind's just the same as mine except that you're just clever swines You never let masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hold my plan how I'll get my satisfaction How I will blow your paradise away away away ooh. Cause I spy. It's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head. The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop. Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever felt a girl's breasts, the whole 'nana. You've got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon And catch us at it in the front room. You see I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge On taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up. My favourite park's a car park, grass is something you smoke, birds is something you shag. Take your year in Provence and shove it right up your arse. Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With your frightened eyes and roach burns under your eyes and addresses And thousands of tiny dryna-slides running a path, running a path to the corner of your eyes. And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man. It's more a case of haves against haven'ts and I just happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah. La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour. La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne I'll hold your body and make it sing again. come on - sing again, let's sing again. Oh yeah, cause I spy, yes, I spy, ssss. I spy a boy and I spy a girl. I spy the chance to change the world, to change your world. |
|||||
 |
|
5:56 |
|
||
|
from Mission: Impossible (미션 임파서블) by Danny Elfman [omnibus, ost] (1996)
I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you see a walks among you seeing through your pretty lives. Do you think I do these things for real? I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive. It may look to the untrained eye I'm sitting on my arse all day And I'm biding my time until I take you all on my Lords and Ladies I will prevail, I cannot fail. Cause I spy. Oh I've got your numbers taken notes and all the ways your minds work out. I've studied and your mind's just the same as mine except that you're just clever swines You never let masks slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried. Oh no no no. And every night I hold my plan how I'll get my satisfaction How I will blow your paradise away away away ooh. Cause I spy. It's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head. The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop. Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever felt a girl's breasts, the whole 'nana. You've got to wait for the best. You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed. Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon And catch us at it in the front room. You see I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge On taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can't help it, I was dragged up. My favourite park's a car park, grass is something you smoke, birds is something you shag. Take your year in Provence and shove it right up your arse. Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah. With your frightened eyes and roach burns under your eyes and addresses And thousands of tiny dryna-slides running a path, running a path to the corner of your eyes. And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man. It's more a case of haves against haven'ts and I just happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah. La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour. La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne I'll hold your body and make it sing again. come on - sing again, let's sing again. Oh yeah, cause I spy, yes, I spy, ssss. I spy a boy and I spy a girl. I spy the chance to change the world, to change your world. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:39 |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Countdown 1992-1983 (1996)
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
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. |
|||||
|
|
5:00 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Hey
you're treading on my life You're leaving marks, but that's alright In a year or so, I'll look back and I'll smile These things last only for a while In many ways this is a waste of time what will become of it all? I make you cry know you in crowded streets not what I wanted at all Then what else could I do instead of thinking about you? Pleasure now will justify our love See, I even call it "love" In many ways there's nothing I'd rather do one kiss makes sense of it all And what's to come? Let's just not think about it, it might never happen at all. |
|||||
|
|
5:13 |
|
||
|
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!" ... |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
I hate to complain, you know, but then again
I cannot pretend nothing's wrong Looking at my present situation, the act cannot last for long Viewed from outside these pursuits I might try seem possessed of a certain allure Now they're no longer a source of mystery my faith in them's more unsure Now the time to play is over Time to dispose of the lies Time to show what's really on my mind Yes I'd like to turn you over to see what's on your other side To see if the problem's in my mind In my mind The choice is quite clear, to move on or stay here Decision is harder to take Reject what I have for something unstable could easily be a mistake So I walk round the place with a smile on my face pretending the best that I can Hoping to lose the inclination to desire what I can't understand And the time to play is over Time to dispose of the lies Time to show what's really on my mind Yes I'd like to turn you over to see what's on your other side To see if the problem's in my mind In my mind Lalalalala lalalalala... Now the time to play is over Time to dispose of the lies Time to show what's really on my mind Yes I'd like to turn you over to see what's on your other side Like to turn it over in my mind In my mind In my mind In my mind In my mind. |
|||||
|
