 |
|
4:28 | 
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998) | |||||
 |
|
4:47 | 
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I met Captain Farrell and his money he Was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my wager I said stand and Deliver or the devil he may take ya Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a Pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that She'd love me, never would she leave me But the devil take that woman 'Cause you know she Tricks me easy Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber I lay Down on the bed and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, grabbed hold of my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey In the jar-o Now some men like fishin' and some men like a fowlin' And some men like Ta hear a cannon ball a rollin' Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber But Here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah Oh ring dumb a doo dumb a da Wept for my daddy-o Wept for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Ahlalalala, Lalala... |
|||||
 |
|
- |
|
||
|
from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
This is the true story of the weeds
the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds the origin of the species. |
|||||
|
|
3:50 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
We have made a choice - no we don't want to die
We want to look the future firmly in the eye Speaking personally I have to say that I would like to dance again Yeah, we know that 99% is crap But we're the other 1% What you gonna do about that? We want something to happen We want it to come fast We want to dance again Oh, we can dance again Take a chance again If you can make it outdoors You can do it once more It's all right again And if you hold me tight I might just stay the night And we'll forget where we've been All the crap we have seen It's all right again All right again All right Can you believe that it was only yesterday That there was nothing going on - nothing to play We don't want trouble - no We only want to say: We'd like to dance again So although it doesn't mean a single thing Oh well, it might just make us laugh and it might just make us sing and it might help us forget that we don't know where we're going if we dance again Dance again Oh yeah Oh, we can dance again Take a chance again If you can make it outdoors You can do it once more It's all right again And if you hold me tight I might just stay the night We'll forget where we've been All the crap we have seen It's all right again Alright again Alright La la la la Oh, it's okay Oh, it's not the end of the world It's just some boys and some girls making fools of themselves Everybody's singing! We can dance again Take a chance again If you can make it outdoors You can do it once more It's all right again And if you hold me tight I might just stay the night We'll forget where we've been All the crap we have seen It's all right again All right again All right Oh, we can dance again Hold my hand Yeah it's all right Your hair is beautiful, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh Oh yeah, we can dance again Hold my hand Yeah it's all right Your hair is beautiful, yeah Ooh ooh ooh ooh La la la la la la |
|||||
|
|
3:12 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
We are the boyz
And we are class act Getting trashed so make some noise We are the boyz We are the lads We sleep with slags We nick their fags We got no choice We are the boyz Oh we are the boyz And we don't ask why Because we're alive We are the boyz We are the boyz We're in the place So shut your face You got no choice We are the boyz We are the guys We're getting high While you're getting by So make some noise Cos we are the boyz We are the boyz And we don't ask why Cos we're always right Because we're alive Oh we are the boyz We are the boyz And don't look now Cos we're coming down Don't make no noise Cos we are the boyz Now we are the men And always been It won't happen again But we have no choice Cos we're the boyz Oh we were the boyz But we're not anymore No, now we're so mature Now we've cut it short Because we're not so sure No, we're not so sure Oh no, we're not so sure Not so sure Not so sure as we were Oh we were the boyz We were the boyz Oh we were the boyz Come on We're still the boyz Oh we're still the boyz Oh we're still the boyz Oh come on we are the boyz Oh we are the boyz Oh we are the boyz |
|||||
|
|
4:06 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Why don't you shut the door,
and close the curtains, cos you're not going anywhere. He's coming up the stairs, and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear. You couldn't stop it now. There's no way to get out. He's standing far too near. How the hell did you get here. Semi-naked in somebody else's room. I'd give my whole life to see it. Just you, stood there, only in your underwear. If fashion is your trade, then when you're naked, I guess you must be unemployed yeah. Cos once it's underway, there's no escaping, the fact that you're a girl and he's a boy. You couldn't stop it now. There's no way to get out. He's standing far too near. How the hell did you get here. Semi-naked in somebody else's room. I'd give my whole life to see it. Just you, stood there, only in your underwear. If you close your eyes and just remember, that this is what you wanted last night. So why is it so hard for you to touch him. For you to go and give yourself to him? I couldn't stop it now. There's no way to get out. He's standing far too near. How the hell did you get here, semi-naked in somebody else's room. I'd give my whole life to see it. Just you, stood there, only in your underwear. Do, do do do do. Do, do. Do, do. Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do. Do, do. Oh yeh, I want to see you. Want to see you only in your underwear. |
|||||
|
|
3:23 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Without you my life has become a hangover without end.
A movie made for TV: bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest. Too long with no story & no sex. Is it a kind of weakness to miss someone so much? To wish the day would go away? Like you did yesterday. Just like you did yesterday. & I can't think of a way to get through this pain: To be happy again to make it all alright & I know it must be bad 'cos sitting here right now, all I know is I can't even think, I can't even think of anything clever to say, to say So I say why pretend any longer? 'Cos I need you here with me. It's obvious that I miss you so much so please say you're gonna stay. So please say you're gonna stay. So please say you're gonna stay. The night is getting darker now and there's nothing on TV but I'll sit tight 'til morning light. Yeah, I'll wait until the day. Until the day that you say you're gonna stay. |
|||||
|
|
4:51 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Tomorrow never lies so live for today
Don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday Each morning brings you closer to your goal so grab your chance don't let it go The city streets are littered with the casualties the could'ves and the should'ves and the would've beens Don't let this chance slip by / Because tomorrow never lies Tomorrow never lies if you live tomorrow today There are those who would shoot you down / ah there's always someone wants to shoot you down but you know they're never gonna be able to shoot you down if you live tomorrow today / if you live tomorrow today The night time blazes with all your nightmares come to life But you can face the danger knowing that your cause is right and leave them all below you / bleeding as you rise into the night Because you know tomorrow never lies / no, tomorrow never lies no, it's never, never gonna lie if you leve tomorrow today There are those who would shoot you down / ah there's always someone who wants to shoot you down but they're never ever gonna be able to shoot you down if you live tomorrow today / yeah if you leve tomorrow today Cos you, you gotta live tomorrow today / Live it because tomorrow never lies tomorrow never lies / oh no. |
|||||
|
|
6:24 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
you are hardcore you make e hard you name the drama and
I'll play the part it seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream I like your get up if you know what i mean I want it bad I want it now |
|||||
|
|
2:06 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
You are hardcore, you make me hard. You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now. Oh can't you see I'm ready now. I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever. I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together. Don't make a move 'til I say, "Action." Oh, here comes the Hardcore life. Put your money where your mouth is tonight. Leave your make-up on & I'll leave on the light. Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now. It's gonna be one hell of a night. You can't be a spectator. Oh no. You got to take these dreams & make them whole. Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you. Oh this is Hardcore -this is me on top of you & I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long. This is the eye of the storm. It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. Yeah. This is the end of the line. I've seen the storyline played out so many times before. Oh that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. & then it's over. Oh, what a hell of a show but what I want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? 'Cos this is Hardcore.
|
|||||
|
|
5:10 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Oh I'm back in the full effect / I can't even hold myself erect
I got nothing that I wanna say / I'm gonna say it anyway I know you think that I've lost it, baby I know you think that my star is fading / Used to be a contender Now you're just a pretender / Psychic karaoke every weekend You don't fit those clothes anymore Why don't you take them back to the charity store While you're there you could always hand yourself in You're into green issues - start recycling You hide behind your woman when you're out in your town Show her up and blame her for holding you down Holding you down, holding you down You're the only one who's holding you down You're only ever polite when you're out of your box Cocker's short for... sucker / Sucker of... / Oh, oh La na na na / Oh, oh / Sucker of... / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / When I got up today I had that feeling again Everything was OK, then the world started shaking Now I'm trying to sleep it away / Oh but I can't sleep it away Can you answer this question, can you answer it right: Have you ever done anything good in your life? Have you ever done anything that wasn't just for yourself? Are you capable of giving? / Are you capable of giving just for the sake of it, without expecting anything in return? I'm only trying to give you what you've come to expect Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex Single mothers and sex, single mothers and sex Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex OK, you've heard it before, it's nothing special But it's a living, can't you see / I'm a professional Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / I'm a professional Oh, oh / La na na na / Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling Sleep on, don't wake as I leave / I've been rehearsing this scene so long now Don't interrupt me as I do it for real / The bedroom floor is treacherous A teacup could be disastrous / 'Cos it'll mean I would have to say What was written on the letter I posted yesterday So that it would get here / When I was gone / And you awoke Oh, she'll meet me from the train / And she'll never know a thing About how I talk with my mouth full / And only bath once a week How I'm nicer the first time you meet me than the next And I'm rapidly losing interest in sex / Yeah, I'm rapidly losing interest in sex What's the point in making it over-emotional? / You can do it the hard way Or you can be a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / I'm a professional / Oh, oh / La na na na Oh, oh / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling Sleep on my love / Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love Sleep on my darling / Sleep on my love |
|||||
|
|
5:40 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
This is our Music from a Bachelors Den
the sound for loneliness turned up to ten A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water bed and it sounds just like this this is the sound of someone losing the plot making out that they're okay when they're not you're gonna alike it but not a lot and the chorus goes like this Oh baby here comes the fear again The end is near again A monkey's bulit a house on your back You can't get anyone to come in the sack and here comes another panic attack Oh here we go again so now you know the words to our song, pretty soon you'll all be sing along When you're sad when you're lonely and it all turns out wrong When you've got the fear and when you're no longer searching for beauty or love just some kind of life with the edges taken off When you cann't even define what it is that you are frightened of this song will be here Oh baby here comes the fear again The end is near again If you ever get that chimp off your back if you ever find the thaing that you lack but you know you're only having a laugh and here we go again. Until the end |
|||||
|
|
14:56 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
The dust has settled,
replaced the bulbs in all the lights. I guess I'll get no sleep tonight. A revolution happened. Oh, sorry you haven't heard? We are the children of the new world. If you're quiet you can watch if you like. They say the future's beginning tonight. Whole empires will crumble. Civilisations will fall. Lie on the bed, hear the sound of it all. No anger, no guilt & no sorrow: it sounds unlikely, I know, but tomorrow you will wake up to find that your whole life has changed. Although nothing looks different a revolution took place. I love the way you do it, I love the way you put them on. You know the answers but you get it wrong. (Just to confuse things). Why did it seem so difficult to realise a simple truth? The revolution begins & ends with you. Now all the breakdowns & nightmares look small. Now we decided not to die after all. Because the meek shall inherit absolutely nothing at all. If you stopped being so feeble you could have so much more. The answer was here |
|||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
5:45 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
You look just like Sylvia, well you look like her to me The way she wore her hair then, oh, the way she used to be I've not seen her for a long time, though I've heard she's still around Her father's living with some girl who's a year younger than her She's living in the country now, yeah, oh, she's trying to get better Her beauty was her only crime, yeah, I remember Sylvia So keep believing and do what you do I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better And please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Who's this man you're talking to, can't you see what he wants to do He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you Oh, he don't care about your problems, he just wants to show his friends I guess I'm just the same as him, I just didn't know it then I never understood you really and I know it's too late now You didn't ask to be that way, oh, I'm sorry Sylvia So keep believing and do what you do I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better And please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Oh, it's true yeah So please stop asking what it's got to do with you Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better Yeah you know that you deserve better Oh you know that you deserve better Oh Sylvia |
|||||
|
|
3:49 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998) | |||||
|
|
3:48 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is. But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz. And tell me when the spaceship lands cos all this has just got to mean something. In the middle of the night, it feels alright, but then tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down. Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town. Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is. But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz. At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away. Alright. In the middle of the night, it feels alright, but then tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. Just keep on moving... Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and it's "nice one," "geezer" but that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's six o'clock, I wanna go home. But it's "no way," "not today," makes you wonder what it meant. And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows, and you want to phone your mother and say, "Mother, I can never come home again, cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire." Alright. In the middle of the night, it feels alright, but then tommorow morning. Oh then you come down. What if you never come down? |
|||||
|
|
3:19 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
I wrote this song two hours before we met
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet Oh, I could have stayed at home and gone to bed I could have gone to see a film instead You might have changed your mind and seen your friends Life could have been very different but then something changed Do you believe that there's someone up above? And does he have a timetable directing acts of love? Why did I write this song on that one day? Why did you touch my hand and softly say "Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today something changed?" Oh, when we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing that in a matter of hours we change the way we were going Oh, where would I be now? Where would I be now if we never met? Would I be singing this song to someone else instead? I don't know, but like you just said something changed. |
|||||
|
|
8:30 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Here in the night love takes control. Making me high making me whole.
*I don't know. Oh no, no, no. No I don't know. No, no, no. No I don't know. When I close my eyes I can see you lowering yourself to my level. I don't know where you got those clothes, you can take them off if it makes you feel better. Don't stop it now. Now is so right. Now as the day slips away & we slide into night. [*Repeat] I open my eyes & you're there, even better in the flesh it would seem. I'm so ready and willing & able it's untrue, to act out this love scene & make my dreams come true. & how many others have touched themselves whilst looking at pictures of you? How many others could handle it if all their dreams came true? I don't expect you to answer straight away, maybe you're just having an off day but I need to believe in you. Yes I do. Yes I do. Oh I want you here in my heart. Here in my head. Live all your dreams for tonight here in your bed. [*Repeat] So roll the soundtrack and dim the lights 'cos I'm not going home tonight. This love scene has begun. There's nothing left for us to do but get it on. Lets make this the greatest love scene from a play no-one's thought up yet. I know you're feeling the same as me but what you gonna do about it? Now here's an exclusive: I've wanted you for years. I only needed the balls to admit it. When the unbelievable object meets the unstoppable force there's nothing you can do about it. No. I will light your cigarette with a star that has fallen from the sky. Breathe in, breathe out, I love the way you move. Don't let anyone tell you any different tonight. You are beauty, you are class, you showed it all but you still kept a little piece back just for me. A little piece back just for me. Just for me. Oh I don't know how you do it but I love the way you do it, when you're doing it to me. & if this is a dream then I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life For the rest of my life For the rest of my life |
|||||
|
|
3:11 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
When you raise your pencil skirt,
like a veil before my eyes, like the look upon his face as he's zipping up his flies. Oh I know that you're engaged to him. Oh but I know that you want something to play with baby. I'll be around when he's not in town, I'll show you how you're doing it wrong, I really love it when you tell me to stop. Oh it's turning me on. You can tell me some lies, about the good times that you've had, but I've kissed your more than twice, and now I'm working on your Dad. Oh baby. I'll be around when he's not in town, I'll show you how you're doing it wrong, I really love it when you tell me to stop. Oh it's turning me on. If you look under the bed, then I can see my house from here, so just lie against the wall, and watch my conscience disappear now baby I'll be around when he's not in town, I'll show you how you're doing it wrong, I really love it when you tell me to stop. Oh it's turning me on. I only come here cause I know it makes you sad. I only do it cause I know you know it's bad. Oh yes I know, that it's ugly and it shouldn't be like that. Oh but oh it's turning me on. |
|||||
|
|
3:35 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Hey hey Paula, I never thought we'd last this long.
Your voice annoys me and your hair's all wrong, so wrong. Oh and Paula, I don't like any of your friends. Yes, and horoscopes just send me fast asleep. Oh funny how we still spend the night together, oh even though we don't see one thing the same. But we still do it again. Oh yeah we do it again. Oh Paula, I just can't get it through my head how you can look so bad but be so good in bed. So good. Oh funny how we still spend the night together, oh even though we don't see one thing the same. But still we do it again. Oh yeah we do it again, yeah. Oh funny how we still spend the night together, oh even though we don't see one thing the same. And still we do it again. Oh yeah we do it again. Oh now Paula. I think it's time that you should go. Until tonight at least and then we can go to bed. Let's go to bed. Ooooooo. Ooooooo. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (x3). Oh. |
|||||
|
|
4:01 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I used to try very hard to make friends with everyone on the planet. I've seen you havin' it, havin' it yeah but now you've just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love is the same thing that's holding you down. This man is dangerous , he just shed his load on your best party frock. Before you enter the palace of wisdom you have to decide: are you ready to rock? Oh can you party with me? Can you show me a good time? Do you even know what one looks like? & I don't need to hear your stories again - just get on the floor & show me what you're made of. Just what exactly are you made of? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. I was having a whale of a time until your uncle Psychosis arrived. Why do we have to half kill ourselves just to prove we're alive? I'm here whenever you need me & whenever you need me I won't be here. & have you ever stopped to ask yourself? If you didn't come to party then why did you come here? Why did you come here? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. & do you really know want to know just how come you turned out so dumb? When the party's over will you come home with me? When the party's over will you come home with me? Now the party's over will you come home to me. Will you come home to me?
|
|||||
|
|
3:16 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
I know I'm getting on / and you're so very young / but would you like to stay
until next Saturday / or Sunday? I'll give you your own room / it's next door to my room and some time in the night / well, maybe I just might Oh take your clothes off won't you please? You don't have to talk to me / just leave the light on so I can see You've got everything I need / Oh yeah You know I can't forget / that special night we met / at the local P.T.A. when your mother came to say / that you'd been taking days off school I turned and looked at you, I said "Yes, I understand / I'm gonna take this girl in hand." Oh take your clothes off, one two three No you don't have to talk to me / just leave the light on so I can see You've got everything you need / Oh yeah 'Cause I've never had a woman before I was too scared to touch the girls in the Poly And I don't know what it's like to be young 'Cause all my life I've been knocking on forty Oh yeah / Oh yeah / Oh yeah / Oh yeah <i>[Jarvis:]</i> So if I / put my hand / on your bosom... <i>[Candida:]</i> Yeah? <i>[Jarvis:]</i> ...would that / give you an orgasm? No that's not right / But, but if we / if we kissed with tongues <i>[Candida: giggles]</i> <i>[Jarvis:]</i> won't that / wouldn't that make / wouldn't that make you come? Oh take your clothes off won't you please? / No you don't have to talk to me just leave the light on so I can see / You've got everything I need Oh oh oh / Just one touch was all it took No you can't learn it from a book / Let's go upstairs and have a / look Oh you've got everything I need / Oh yeah / Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah / Oh yeah / Hit me. |
|||||
|
|
4:20 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
When I get lost & I can't find my direction
When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection I don't need no compass I don't need no map Just gonna follow Cyclops Sat right here in my lap When I get lost & can't find my direction When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection |
|||||
|
|
4:17 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
There's nothing to do so you just stay in bed,
oh poor thing, why live in the world when you can live in your head? Mmm when you can go out late from Monday, till Saturday turns into Sunday, and now you're back here at Monday, so we can do it all over again. And you go aah ah ah I want a refund, I want a light, I want a reason, to make it through the night, alright. And so you finally left school, so now what are you going to do? Now you're so grown up, yeah you're oh oh oh oh oh so mature oh. Going out late from Monday, chuck up in the street on Sunday, you don't want to live till Monday, and have to do it all again. and you go aah ah ah I want a refund, I want a light, I want a reason for all this night after night after night after night. Oh I know that it's stupid but, I just can't seem to spend a night at home, cos my friends left town, and I'm here all alone ow. Oh yeah they say the past must die for the future to be born, in that case die little mother, die - ooh. Stomach in, chest out, on your marks, get set, go. Now, now that you're free, what are you going to be? And who are you going to see? And where, where will you go? And how will you know, You didn't get it all wrong? Is this the light of a new day dawning? A future bright that you can walk in? No it's just another Monday morning. Do it all over again, oh baby. La la la la la la Do do do do do do |
|||||
|
|
4:54 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998) | |||||
|
|
3:47 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you, we don't do the things you do, but we live around here too, Oh really. Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits, we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh cos they just want to keep us out. You could end up with a smack in the mouth just for standing out, Oh really. Brothers, sisters, can't you see? The future's owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the street. They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. Check your lucky numbers, that much money could drag you under, oh. What's the point of being rich, if you can't think what to do with it? Cos you're so bleeding thick. Oh we weren't supposed to be, we learnt too much at school now we can't help but see, that the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about. We're making a move, we're making it now, we're coming out of the side-lines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds Brothers, sisters, can't you see? The future's owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the street. They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet. We're making a move. We're making it now. We're coming out of the sidelines. Just put your hands up - it's a raid. We want your homes, we want your lives, we want the things you won't allow us. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds. And that's our minds. Yeah. |
|||||
|
|
4:32 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
We didn't have no where to live,
we didn't have nowhere to go 'til someone said "I know this place off Burditt Road." It was on the fifteenth floor, it had a board across the door. It took an hour to pry it off and get inside. It smelt as if someone had died; the living-room was full of flies, the kitchen sink was blocked, the bathroom sink not there at all. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. And now we're living in the sky! I'd never thought I'd live so high, just like Heaven (if it didn't look like Hell.) The lift is always full of piss, the fifth floor landing smells of fish (not just on Friday, every single other day.) Below the kids come out tonight, they kick a ball and have a fight and maybe shoot somebody if they lose at pool. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. [mumbled mutterings... you love it...] Oo-ooh Nobody wants to be your friend 'cause you're not from round here, ooh as if that was something to be proud about. The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs feels up children in the bogs. Down by the playing fields, someone sets a car on fire I guess you have to go right down before you understand just how, how low, how low a human being can go. Ooh, it's a mess alright, yes it's Mile End. (don't do that! Leave it out!) Bababa... Lalala... |
|||||
|
|
3:30 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - Different Class (1995)
She doesn't have to go to work,
but she doesn't want to stay in bed, cos it's changed from something comfortable, to something else instead. This bed has seen it all, from the first time to the last, the silences of now, and the good times of the past. And it only cost ten pounds, from a shop just down the road, but that was seven years ago, and things were very different then. It didn't get much rest at first, the headboard banging in the night. The neighbours didn't dare complain, oh everything was going right. Now there's no need to complain, cos it never makes a sound. Something beautiful left town, and she doesn't even know its name. Now every night she plays the sad game ooh ah ah, called pretending nothing's going wrong oh, oh but she knows, if this show was televised, no one would watch it, not tonight but sven years ago. La la la la la la la Now there's no need to complain, cos it never makes a sound, something beautiful left town, and she never even knew its name. She doesn't have to go to work, but she doesn't want to stay in bed, cos it's changed from something comfortable, to something else instead. |
|||||
|
|
4:31 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Don't bother saying sorry
Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes - again. Everytime I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feeton my dreams. You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could have been learning something Well, you know what I mean. I've done this before And will do it again C'mon and kill me baby Whilst you smile like a friend And I'll come running Just to do it again. I can't believe it That this is still going on Just how stupid can one person be? Just how stupid and wrong You are that last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week. You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the but that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age. Like a car wash I can see but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told I never should board like a film that's so bad but I've just got to stay 'til the end Let me tell you - it's lucky for you that we're friends |
|||||
|
|
3:49 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
If you stay out all night that's alright by me
But if you must kiss those guys you could At least clean your teeth I don't mean to put you down But you've taken everything That I own Don't tell me you want some more cause I'm closed Who is this laughing boy Who ladders your tights? Please tell him to cut the noise Cause it's spoiling my nights I just want to get some rest And he's talking to his Ma on the phone Well, if he's So homesick he can go home I don't need this anymore And it's written in the stars I Must go And will I come back for more? I don't know I don't know. |
|||||
|
|
4:43 |
|
||
|
from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Now let's sit down too, 'cause I'm a ladies man
I've got my work cut out, I'm doing what I can So hold me, touch me, thrill me, don't ever let me go Don't ask me to explain it 'Cause you don't want to know Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me, hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah I know a place where we can go And wear just what we want I don't want to be me, I get so tired of (?) So don't ask any questions and I won't tell no lies Stop moving like some housewife and give yourself tonight Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me Hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah |
|||||
|
|
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!" ... |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:55 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
4:34 |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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.
|
|||||
|
|
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.
|
|||||
|
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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 |
|||||
|
|
4:14 |
|
||
| from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998) | |||||
|
|
- |
|
||
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
|
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. |
|||||
|
