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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 |
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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...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
We didn't have no where to live,
We didn't have no where to go 'til someone said "I know this place off Burditt Road." It was on the fifteenth floor, It had a board across the door. It took an hour To pry it off and get inside. It smelt as if someone had died. The living room was full of flies, The kitchen sink was blocked, The bathroom sink not there at all. Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. And now we're living in the sky! I'd never thought I'd live so high, Just like Heaven (if it didn't look like Hell.) The lift is always full of piss, The fifth floor landing smells of fish (Not just on Friday, every single other day.) Below, the kids come out tonight, They kick a ball and have a fight And mabey shoot somebody if they lose at pool. ( ) Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. [mumbled mutterings....] Oo-Ooh Nobody wants to be your friend 'cause your not from round here, Ooh as if that was something to be proud about. The pearly king of the Isle of Dogs feels up children in the bogs. Down by the playing fields, someone sets a cow on fire I guess you have to go right down before you understand just how, how low, how low a human being can go ( ) Ooh, it's a mess alright, Yes it's Mile End. [mumbles mutterings] Bababa... Lalala |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
I used to try very hard to make friends with everyone on the planet. I've seen you havin' it, havin' it yeah but now you've just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love is the same thing that's holding you down. This man is dangerous , he just shed his load on your best party frock. Before you enter the palace of wisdom you have to decide: are you ready to rock? Oh can you party with me? Can you show me a good time? Do you even know what one looks like? & I don't need to hear your stories again - just get on the floor & show me what you're made of. Just what exactly are you made of? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. I was having a whale of a time until your uncle Psychosis arrived. Why do we have to half kill ourselves just to prove we're alive? I'm here whenever you need me & whenever you need me I won't be here. & have you ever stopped to ask yourself? If you didn't come to party then why did you come here? Why did you come here? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. & do you really know want to know just how come you turned out so dumb? When the party's over will you come home with me? When the party's over will you come home with me? Now the party's over will you come home to me. Will you come home to me?
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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 mother once 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 yeah. 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. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
You'd better watch what you're wearing if you want hoim to come round and
see you tonight. Ma Ma Ma. He doesn't care what it looks like just al long as it's pink and it's tight. Ma Ma Ma. Oooh, so what should you do? Should you stop being you? Just to be how he wants you? Oooh, say you'll visit your mum then tell me that you'll come and meet me in the afternoon. He's got your heart, he's got control. Oh God, you might as well know. I know you're never going to be with me but if you try sometimes then maybe you could get it right first time. I realize that you'll never leave him but every now and then in the evening. You could get it right first time. I know you think I've got to be joking but if you touch him again I'm going. You got it right first time. Get it right first time. Now you've done it once now he wants you to wear your pink glove all the time. Ma Ma Ma. Oooh, so what should you do? Should youu stop being you? Just to be how he wants you? Oooh, say you'll visit your mum then tell me that you'll come and meet me in the afternoon. He's got your heart, he's got control. Oh God, you might as well know. I know you're never going to be with me...etc. Oh, you'll always be together 'cos he gets you up in leather. So you know what to wear at the end of the day and I'd laugh if I saw but I'm out of the way. Yeah it's too ong ago, shouldn't care anymore but I wanted to know; is it as good as before? Yeah it's hard to believe that you'd go for all that stuff, all those baby-doll nighties with synthetic fluff. Yeah it looks pretty good and it fits you OK, wear you pink glove babe he put it on the wrong way. Jesus. I know you're never going to be with me...etc |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
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 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz. And tell me when the spaceship lands 'cause all this has just got to mean something. In the middle of the night, It feels alright, But then tomorrow 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 'cause 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 tomorrow 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 want to 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, 'cause 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 tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. What if you never come down? |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
This is our Music from A Bachelors Den
- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten. A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & 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 like it, but not a lot & the chorus goes like this: Oh Baby, here comes the fear again. The end is near again. A monkey's built a house on your back. You can't get anyone to come in the sack & 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 singing along. When you're sad, when you're lonely & it all turns out wrong. When you've got the fear. & when you're no longer searching for beauty or love - just some kind of life with the edges taken off. When you can'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 thing that you lack but you know you're only having a laugh & here we go again. Until the end Until the end |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
You are hardcore, you make me hard. You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now. Oh can't you see I'm ready now. I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever. I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together. Don't make a move 'til I say, "Action." Oh, here comes the Hardcore life. Put your money where your mouth is tonight. Leave your make-up on & I'll leave on the light. Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now. It's gonna be one hell of a night. You can't be a spectator. Oh no. You got to take these dreams & make them whole. Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you. Oh this is Hardcore -this is me on top of you & I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long. This is the eye of the storm. It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. Yeah. This is the end of the line. I've seen the storyline played out so many times before. Oh that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. & then it's over. Oh, what a hell of a show but what I want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? 'Cos this is Hardcore.
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
Why don't you close the door and shut 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 much too near. How the hell did you get here. Semi-naked in someone 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 much too near and 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. Har. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. You want some entertainment? Go on, shove it up me - if you must. Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc. If you think it's a crime We'd like to get you out of your mind. It's just a matter of time, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. For a little time: for all time. Weed. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. You want some entertainment? Go on, shove it up me - if you must. Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc. If you think it's a crime We'd like to get you out of your mind. It's just a matter of time, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. For a little time: for all time. Weed. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species. |
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from Pulp - The John Peel Sessions (2006)
When I was with this girl last night
she held me tight; it turned me on The moon was dark and those clothes were tight her perfume strong; it turned me on Fleeting moments touched in the night then so strong but banished by the light Her presence gone, memories remain of how she kissed and turned me on Now there's this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me And I still have dull aching pain desire to reach and touch you once again Distractions cannot sate the need it grows once more, it grows once more I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I have this pain inside of me Why can't you see? Why can't you see? I'm stranded here with no way home Please rescue me, oh won't you rescue me? I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
You're just a
little girl (with blue eyes) Everybody looks at you (well, it's your day) and you're stepping from the black car but you'll be getting back in soon (and on your way) Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may Dad's not got a shot-gun but his look's enough to murder you (see what you've done) and forget about the paintings cos you'd better get the washing done (oh something's wrong) Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may Face down on the pavement chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run) and now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can't understand (where you've gone) Oh Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may. |
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from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
You know sometimes...when we're lying together...
and I know you're asleep...I can hear the soft sound of your breathing... so I get up...and I go to the window...Outside...I can see all the houses... curtains shut tight against the night...asleep beneath the roof-tiles... and as I stand here...I wonder...I wonder how many more times... I'm gonna come here...I wonder how many more times...I'm gonna lie here... and most of all...most of all I wonder...I wonder what it means... I just wanna know what it means...So I woke her... and we went walking through the sleeping town... down deserted streets...frozen gardens grey in the moonlight... fences...down to the canal... creeping slowly past the cooling towers... deserted factories...looking for an adventure... I wandered the streets calling your name...jumping walls... hoping to see a light in the window...let me in... let me come in...let me in tonight... oh I see you shivering in the garden... silver goose-flesh in the moonlight ...she's balancing... there are so many others...with unbroken eyes... no cellulite afternoons... and she is balancing... balancing on the edge of ugliness tonight... She is balancing... good God! My legendary girlfriend, she is crying tonight, Oh no she doesn't feel right, She's got no-one to hold, Her love is a sham, He is dancing somewhere. Oh no he doen't care, oh well, he'll never know. Jump...touch my hair...I wanna...I don't care...cos tonight...we could, maybe we...maybe we can touch the sky...do you think that we can... do you think that we can...touch the sky...please...I know... I know it's not forever...but tonight I don't care... your skin so pale in the moonlight... and the way your lips swell up when you're asleep... nothing else matters...do you know how much I want you?... Can you feel how much I want you?... Oh Pitsmoor Woman oh let oh let me in tonight My legendary girlfriend, she is crying tonight, Oh no she doesn't feel right, She's got no-one to hold. Her love is a sham, He is dancing somewhere. Oh no he doen't care, oh well, he'll never know. And all the stars came out tonight, and the moon came on it's face, It shone right though the clothes she wore, it shone right through the dress she wore. Good God Oh, y'know...listen...listen...please...oh...I just wanna... I just wanna... ...He falls to sleep again...no cheese tonight...she knows My legendary girlfriend, she is crying tonight, Oh no she doesn't feel right, She's got no-one to hold. Her love is a sham, He is dancing somewhere. Oh no he doen't care, oh well, he'll never know. And all the stars came out tonight, and the moon came on it's face. It shone right through the dress she wore, it shone right through the clothes she wore. And the stars and the moon, And the stars all came down today. Oh please love me tonight Good God now! |
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from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
As the sun shines down on the land,
so her heart is crying for love. And there is no-one there, no-one to hear her voice. And she will sleep alone again tonight. Now the moon is high in the sky. In her room she calls out his name. But he is somewhere else, somewhere she cannot see. Oh, and the night is dark between them now, "My god, my God, why did he go away?" Now the sun shines on a new town. With a smile he gets off the train. He lights a cigarette, leans back to see the sky. Oh and he thinks how much better off he is, without her hanging round. Let's do it. And the day is passing by him, and he has nowhere to stay. At a lonely bar-room table, his mind goes back to yesterday, to the girl who's dead and buried, but her face lives in his eyes. He must forget that face forever. Make the future start tonight. But the meal he eats is dead flesh. There is cancer in his cigarettes. And the drinks won't do a thing for him, but revive some stupid memories. Then a hairstyle that reminds him, makes him run into the night, where the moon hangs high above him now, the same moon that she's praying on tonight. But the wind catches her words. And the moon swallows them whole. Now the moon is high in the sky. In her room she calls out his name. The night is cold and dark, and she is all alone. The bed is empty now. Her body screams for love. She wants to be with him. Oh but he's so far away. Oh and the night is dark between them now "My God, my God, why did he go away?" |
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from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
She's dying
everybody came to see She's falling and I know I'll never see her face again And I don't really know just why she's leaving All she ever said was she just had to go And I watch her as she walks away from me Yeah, I can see her then I know that in a moment she'll be gone Yeah, she'll be gone and and then I'll say "You've got to understand She's not really breathing no not at all those years of endless rain they just washed her away." Oh and I know she's leaving Yeah she's going for good Oh and I'd love to go with you but I never would Face it you've blown it this time round Now I understand just why she's leaving Oh If she'd have hung around with me well you know she'd never go, no nonono Oh and I know she's leaving Yeah, she's going for good and I'd love to go with you but I never would Oh and I know she's leaving Yeah, she's going for good and I'd love to go with you oh but I never would No I never would No I never would No I never would Oh no Dadadada dadada... She's never coming back Face it She's gone Oh Lalalala lalala... No I never would No I never would. |
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from Pulp - Primal/ The Best Of The Fire Years (2005)
His body loved her
his mind was set on other things Keep your face out of sight and your thoughts to yourself And this went on for several nights festering in silence, growing in the dark and this they saw as love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Oh this they saw as love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die She met his wishes he found that he had changed his mind Now the fit is too tight and the bedroom too warm The days are filled with things to do Night-time lies so hollow and memories betray Oh memories of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Those memories of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die Two years have passed two years of emptiness inside and the grey skies above just show how far I went wrong I wonder if she's living there the way that I recall the way I'll always think of you And when I think of you I think of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night You know I think of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die I wrote you a letter I threw it away I wrote you a letter I threw it away I need her I know I don't need her I need her Oh Oh-oh |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
The word's on the street: you've found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you. I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church - she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work. 'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine. A bad cover version of love is not the real thing. Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in. Such great disappointment when you got him home - the original was so good; the one you no longer own. And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine. It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect. Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork. Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in" Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
It's six o'clock, the birds are singing.
I'm wide awake whilst you're still fast asleep. I went outside, into your garden. The sun was bright & the air was cool And as I stood there listening Well the birds in your garden they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature - she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, & kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. My father never told me about the birds & the bees. And I guess I never realised that I would ever meet birds as beautiful as these. I came inside, climbed to your bedroom. I kissed your eyes awake & then I did what I knew was only natural. And then the birds in your garden, they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature - she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, & kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. Yeah, the birds in your garden, they taught me the words to this song |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
When you think you're treading water, but you're just learning how to drown.
And a song comes on the radio telling you that "The Only Way is Down". You're out of luck, you're out of time, get out of here. Your lover just traded you in for the very same model but a much more recent year. It will not stop, it will get worse from day to day 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up; like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart . That's the time the teardrops start & that's the time you fall in love again. Yeah, that's the time you fall in love again. The recreational pursuits that made you shine have worn you thin. And it's oh so fine getting out of your mind as long as you can find your way back in. You want someone to screw your brains out I'd say they're running out of time & they'd only go & cut themselves on the daggers of your mind. This is your future. This is the sentence you must serve 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart. That's the time the teardrops start & that's the time you fall in love again. When you've had enough, when you've had too much, when you got knocked down & you never got up. That's the time you fall in love again. Oh, when you walked into the room I could not breathe, I could not speak. Please could I hide myself inside you? As far inside as it's possible to be. Can you assist me? I could not make it on my own. Can I give you all the love I have? It's not much but I'll try & raise a loan. I have no pride left, no, no there is nothing I'm trying to prove No, I am a fuck-up; just the same as you. Oh, I guess this is where I fall apart And I guess this is where the teardrops start but I don't care 'cos I just fell in love again. And I'd had enough - well, far too much I just fell down, could you please help me up? "Cos if you help me maybe I could fall in love again. Na na na. |
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When you think you're treading water,
but you're just learning how to drown. And a song comes on the radio telling you that "The Only Way is Down". You're out of luck, you're out of time, get out of here. Your lover just traded you in for the very same model but a much more recent year. It will not stop, it will get worse from day to day 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up; like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart . That's the time the teardrops start that's the time you fall in love again. Yeah, that's the time you fall in love again. The recreational pursuits that made you shine have worn you thin. And it's oh so fine getting out of your mind as long as you can find your way back in. You want someone to screw your brains out I'd say they're running out of time they'd only go & cut themselves on the daggers of your mind. This is your future. This is the sentence you must serve 'til you admit that you're a fuck-up like the rest of us. Oh, that's the time you fall apart. That's the time the teardrops start that's the time you fall in love again. When you've had enough, when you've had too much, when you got knocked down & you never got up. That's the time you fall in love again. Oh, when you walked into the room I could not breathe, I could not speak. Please could I hide myself inside you? As far inside as it's possible to be. Can you assist me? I could not make it on my own. Can I give you all the love I have? It's not much but I'll try & raise a loan. I have no pride left, no, no there is nothing I'm trying to prove No, I am a fuck-up; just the same as you. Oh, I guess this is where I fall apart And I guess this is where the teardrops start but I don't care 'cos I just fell in love again. And I'd had enough - well, far too much I just fell down, could you please help me up? "Cos if you help me maybe I could fall in love again. Na na na. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
Here comes your bedtime story: Mum & Dad have sentenced you to life.
Don't think twice; it's the only reason I'm alive. I feel alright as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Look at all these buildings & houses I love my life. I love my life. Hey now, slow down a minute. Take my arms & fill them full of life. Don't think twice. Does it ease the pain of being alive? Or is it why - why you keep nodding out on me? Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Another day, another major disaster I love my life. I love my life. You got a problem. I lost my keys when I stayed at your place. On the floor of your living room, you made the scene but it'll never get shown on TV. So tonight prepare to kiss goodbye to my lovelife. So get this right- I love my life; it's the only reason I'm alive. It's mine, all mine - as long as I don't forget to breathe. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out. Corny I know, but you had better believe it I love my life. I love my life. I love my life. God, how I love my life. That's right: you've got to fight to the death for the right to live your life. Alright: I'm gonna fight to the death 'til they give me back my life. That's right: you're in the land of the living but there's so few signs of life. Alright. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe out. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore.
Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don't see anymore. You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from your Ma. The sun reflecting off the water on your face & the way you drove your car. All these things I can't forget tho' I don't see you anymore. Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer lay dying in the road. Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign, except I don't believe in them no more. No, no - but I believe these things I can't forget, tho' I don't see you anymore. Yes, I believe these things I can't forget, 'cos I see them - tho' I don't see you anymore. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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It's six o'clock, the birds are singing.
I'm wide awake whilst you're still fast asleep. I went outside, into your garden. The sun was bright & the air was cool And as I stood there listening Well the birds in your garden they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, & kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. My father never told me about the birds & the bees. And I guess I never realised that I would ever meet birds as beautiful as these. I came inside, climbed to your bedroom. I kissed your eyes awake & then I did what I knew was only natural. And then the birds in your garden, they all started singing this song "Take her now. Don't be scared, it's alright. Oh, come on, touch her inside. It's a crime against nature she's been waiting all night. Come on, hold her, kiss her & tell her you care If you wait 'til tomorrow she'll no longer be there. Come on & give it to her. You know it's now or never." Yeah, the birds in your garden have all started singing this song. Yeah, the birds in your garden, they taught me the words to this song. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
There's a light that shines on everything & everyone.
And it shines so bright - brighter even than the sun. That's what Minnie thinks as she walks to meet her brother, who is nearly two years older, on a Saturday night. He's DJ-ing at some do on the edge of town on the night that Minnie Timperley died. It's such a beautiful world, you're such a beautiful girl. So much that you want to try, the world wants to sleep with you tonight. But Minnie, Minnie if I could I would give you the rest of my life. How can a girl have sex with these pathetic teenage wrecks? Football scarves, the girls drink halves & her brother's crying 'cos he has lost his decks. Outside the air was cool, an older guy sitting in his car asked if Minnie needed a ride. He thought he was still dangerous - paunchy, but dangerous - on the night that Minnie Timperley died. It's such a beautiful world, you're such a beautiful girl. And he only did what he did 'cos you looked like one of his kids. But Minnie, Minnie if I could I would give you the rest of my life. Minnie. Oh, Minnie I can feel the pain. Oh yeah |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth. Thru' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow - the places you don't go. This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust. You want some entertainment? Go on, shove it up me - if you must. Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs. Ah. We are weeds, vegetation, etc. If you think it's a crime We'd like to get you out of your mind. It's just a matter of time, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah We'd like to get you out of your mind. For a little time: for all time. Weed. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species. |
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This is the true story of the weeds
the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment Drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day If only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds the origin of the species. |
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from Pulp - We Love Life (2001)
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.
I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill. The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup. But it flows. Yeah, it flows. Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork conduits Connecting white witches on the Moor with pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies. Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel. Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel. And the river flows on. Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener And it finally comes above ground again at Forge Dam: the place where we first met. I went there again for old time's sake Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune. It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it. And the cafe was still there too The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables. I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you that autumn afternoon. And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first time And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my whole body. And I immediately knew that I'd entered a completely different world. And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride outside. At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaduct I went there with you once - except you were somebody else - And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night. But that this custom had died out when someone jumped Landed too near to the riverbank Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them. I don't know if he'd just made the whole story up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off that bridge. No chance. Never in a million years. Yeah, a river flows underneath this city I'd like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other people's ordinary lives. Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru' man-hole covers along the route. Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way. Oh, this is as far as we got last time But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities. Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much. I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say. I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker The river flowed by day after day "One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it" but that day never came I moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back. I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take me. Wherever the river may take us. Wherever it wants us to go. Wherever it wants us to go. |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done.
Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to piss-poor, But all that's gonna change. Because here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise. I used to hide from the sun, tried to live my whole life underground. Why'd you have to rise & ruin all my fun? Just turned over, Closed the curtains on the day. But here comes sunrise. Yeah, here's your sunrise when you've been awake all night long And you feel like crashing out at dawn. But you've been awake all night, so why should you crash out at dawn |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - The Trees [single] (2001)
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah. |
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from Pulp - 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. |
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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. |
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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? |
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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. |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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You're just a
little girl (with blue eyes) Everybody looks at you (well, it's your day) and you're stepping from the black car but you'll be getting back in soon (and on your way) Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may Dad's not got a shot-gun but his look's enough to murder you (see what you've done) and forget about the paintings cos you'd better get the washing done (oh something's wrong) Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may Face down on the pavement chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run) and now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can't understand (where you've gone) Oh Little girl (with blue eyes) there's a hole in your heart and one between your legs You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may. |
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Sure you had something to hide
I took your bag and looked inside I was looking for life Nothing inside but memories the same as those I keep with me I'm still looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life There's more to love than holding hands but I think that we both understand it's part of looking for life I thought so long I couldn't think but thought was what was hindering me and now I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life Yes I'm looking for life I'm looking for life I'm looking for life. |
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I thought so long and suddenly I realised
I love love I thought so long and suddenly I realised I love love Am I loving the girl or the feeling I feel? Is it just the idea that I like or is it for real? I recall a special friend, I invited her home for tea And while my mother cooked a meal she was under the table with me I thought so long and suddenly I realised I love love I thought so long and suddenly I realised I love love These ideas that I have remain fixed in my head Only the characters change someone else there instead One day we went down to the park to feed the ducks some bread Foul fowls wouldn't touch a scrap so we jumped in the duckpond instead I thought so long and suddenly I realised I love love I thought so long and suddenly I realised I love love Lalalalala... |
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Manon
Manon keeps a corpse in his home Manon Manon picks the flesh from her bones Manon Manon Manon Manon hard and white as a stone Manon Manon sits alone, all alone Manon ManonManon Oh, Manon Manon Manon leave her body alone Manon Manon put a match to your home Manon Manon Manon Oh, Manon Dans les jardins on peut voir Manon un enfant de quarante-cinq ans Ca femme est morte oui, c'est vrai mais il cueillit la peau de ces os Derriere les arbres il voit une jeune fille en jouant avec son frere Il les approche Je vous renonce Manon Vous etes un vrai chien Laissez son corps en paix Manon Manon. |
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I am the master of this universe
And I've got so big it hurts Raise your eyes and graze your knees Oh for your master is displeased Because you dared to doubt his word His polished surface dulls and cracks Your bitter laughter breaks his back I am the master of this universe I taught you everything you know Now you must bear your master's curse Oh for I will not let you go Now you must walk this town `til dawn In every public open place Your master's look upon your face Oh now look what you have done You've spoilt it all for everyone The master masturbates alone In a corner of your home You feed him scraps when in the mood You beat him hard and keep him nude You cut your master down to size Now he cries and he cries now Lalalalala lalala... And now he begs both night and day He lets you take him on your knee He keeps on losing consciousness He dearly loves his new mistress Now he repeats it every night Every night on point of death "You are the master of this universe" Now he cries and he cries now "You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe You are the master of the universe!" |
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Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I wish to say
It can wait for a moment; well in fact it can wait all day I just wanted to bring you up here so you could have the chance to see the beauty of this situation that you could share with me It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey All alone you and I in our high tower That's the way to be Some laugh at my lighthouse they say it's just an ivory tower But I don't mind because I know their envy grows by the hour See I have a purpose up here to guide the ships upon their way All this is mine; it could be yours too what do you say? It may seem strange to talk of love and then lighthouses It's not strange to me Hey All alone you and I in our high tower That's the way to be Hehehey hey. |
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The mark of the devil is upon you
Your look is no happier than mine Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldn't mind Their legs start a feeling in your stomach Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you Chances that perished long ago The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones the nights out are hanging from your waist The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold La la lala lala la la... And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold La la lala... Oh... |
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from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God. Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them, can have anything, can never fail. The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency. Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on; judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing. Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs; suck and sate, forces of fate. A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity. The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness. The only choice, the only voice. 1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles? Where's the toffs slumming it? Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty? Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them, can have anything, can never fail. The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency. Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on; judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing. Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs; suck and sate, forces of fate. A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity. The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness. The only choice, the only voice. 1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles? Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty? Where's truth and beauty? |
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from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
His body loved her
his mind was set on other things Keep your face out of sight and your thoughts to yourself And this went on for several nights festering in silence, growing in the dark and this they saw as love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Oh this they saw as love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die She met his wishes he found that he had changed his mind Now the fit is too tight and the bedroom too warm The days are filled with things to do Night-time lies so hollow and memories betray Oh memories of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night Those memories of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die Two years have passed two years of emptiness inside and the grey skies above just show how far I went wrong I wonder if she's living there the way that I recall the way I'll always think of you And when I think of you I think of love Love So sad to see They suffocate at night You know I think of love Love So sad to see to see it slowly die I wrote you a letter I threw it away I wrote you a letter I threw it away I need her I know I don't need her I need her Oh Oh-oh |
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from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
The tenth of July, 1985
Don't ask stupid questions I had nothing to do I was bored I had, I had not Fifteen weeks since the light has gone Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on A thousand bodies stink and sweat and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette Clean mister Clean mister Clean missed her Just relax and enjoy it, it's nothing really. Let's get you out of these damp clothes, just lift yourself up, get thous dreadful trousers off. You'll feel so much better afterwards. Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you. Trickling down your back warm and sticky. Isn't that nice? No don't speak, just let yourself go, sink, sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper. At 3 o'clock that morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room in my hands like sodden paper a thick, glutinous pale green liquid sunlight through net curtains 6,000 miles an hour into brilliant white light. There's a brass band playing somewhere. Roll on your back and wait for the talbum. But what's that? Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt they peeled off your back only two hours before the bed tips sideways. No and to one day wake up in green fields with the sky blue above me. And to be clean again. But I know I'll never be clean again. |
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from Pulp - On Fire (2001)
When I was with this girl last night
she held me tight; it turned me on The moon was dark and those clothes were tight her perfume strong; it turned me on Fleeting moments touched in the night then so strong but banished by the light Her presence gone, memories remain of how she kissed and turned me on Now there's this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me And I still have dull aching pain desire to reach and touch you once again Distractions cannot sate the need it grows once more, it grows once more I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I have this pain inside of me Why can't you see? Why can't you see? I'm stranded here with no way home Please rescue me, oh won't you rescue me? I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me I've got this love inside of me. |
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from Velvet Goldmine (벨벳 골드 마인) by Carter Burwell [ost] (1999)
We are the boys
and we are a class act we're getting trashed So make some noise We are the boys We are the lads We're street wit swags We need their fags We got no choice We are the boys We are the boys and we don't ask why because we're alive we are the boys We are the boys We're in the place so shut your face you've got no choice We are the boys We are the guys we're getting high while you're getting by so just make some noise We are the boys and we don't ask why 'cause we're always right because we're alive and we are the boys We are the boys and don't look now 'cause we're coming down to make new noise 'cause we are the boys Now we are the men and that was then it won't happen again but we had no choice 'cause we were the boys we were the boys but we're not anymore no now we're so mature now we've got it short because we're not so sure no we're not so sure we're not so sure that's for sure not so sure not so sure as we were when we were the boys we were the boys we were the boys c'mon, we're still the boys |
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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 |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Hey man, how come you treat your woman so bad? That's not the way you do it. No no no you shouldn't do it like that. I could show you how to do it right. I used to practice every night on my wife, now she's gone. Yeah, she's gone. You see your mother and me, we never got along that well you see. I'd love to help you but everybody's telling me you look like me but please don't turn out like me. You look like me but you're not like me I know. I had one, two, three, four shots of happiness. I look like a big man But I've only got a little soul. I only got a little soul. Yeah, I wish I could be an example. Wish I could say I stood up for you and fought for what was right. But I never did. I just wore my trenchcoat and stayed out every single night. You think I'm joking? Well, try me. Yeah, try me. Yeah come on, try me tonight. I did what was wrong though I knew what was right. I've got no wisdom that I want to pass on. Just don't hang round here, no, I'm telling you son. You don't wanna know me. Oh, that's just what everybody's telling me. And everbody's teling me you look like me but please don't turn into me. You look like me but you're not like me I hope. I have run away form the one thing that I ever made. Now I only wish that I could show you - wish I could show a little soul. Wish I could show a little soul. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I thought that you were joking,
when you said "I want to see you, to discuss your contribution, to the future of our nations heart and soul", "Six o'clock my place Whitehall", but I arrived just after seven, but you said "it dosent matter, "I under stand your situation and your image I'm flattered, I'd just like to tell you, that I love all of your albums, could you sign this for my daugter?, she's in hospital her name is Miriam, now ill get down to the gist:, do you want a line of this?, are you a *sniff sniff* socialist?, I'm doing fine, buzzzzzzzing all the time, just one hit, and I feel great, and I support, the welfare state, you must be a soicalist because your always of out on the piss, in your private members bar, yes you are, you superstar, well you sing about common people, and the mis-shapes and the misfits, so can you bring them to my party, can you get them all to to sniff this?, all I'm really saying is, come on and rock the vote for me, all i need is come on, roll up that note for me, the gist of all this is, do you want hist or do you want misses?, are you a *sniff sniff* socialist, socialist, socialist, you can be just what you want to be, just as long as you don't try and compete with me, and we've waited such a long time for a chance to help our own kind, please come on and tow the party line, you owe it to yourself, don't think of anyone else, we promise we won't tell, we won't tell, we won't, tell. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I am not Jesus though I have the same initials - I am the man who stays home and does the dishes. And how was your day? Is that woman still trying to do your head in? A man told me to beware of 33. He said, "It was not an easy time for me" but I'll get trhough even though I've got no miracles to show you. I'd like to make this water wine but it's impossible. I've got to get these dishes dry. I'll read a story if it helps you sleep at night. I've got some matches if you ever need a light. Oh I am just a man but i'm doing what I can to help you. I'd like to make this water wine but it's impossible. I've got to get these dishes dry. And I'm not worried that I will never touch the stars cos stars belong up in heaven and the earth is where we are. Oh yeah. And aren't you happy just to be alive? Anything's possible. You've got no Cross to bear tonight. No not tonight. No not tonight. I am not Jesus though I have the same initials. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Come & play the tunes of glory -
raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station. & learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments. Come share this golden age with me in my single room apartment & if it all amounts to nothing - it doesn't matter, these are still our glory days. Oh my face is unappealing and my thoughts are unoriginal. I did experiments with substances but all it did was make me ill & I used to do the I Ching but then I had to feed the meter. Now I can't see into the future but at least I can use the heater. Oh it doesn't get much better than this 'cos this is how we live our glory days. Oh & I could be a genius if I just put my mind to it & I, I could do anything if only I could get 'round to it. Oh we were brought up on the Space-Race, now they expect you to clean toilets. When you have seen how big the world is how can you make do with this? If you want me I'll be sleeping in - sleeping in throughout these glory days. These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before I turn to gold. Yeah we'd love to hear your story just as long as it tells us where we are - that where we are is where we're meant to be. Oh come on make it up yourself - you don't need anybody else. & I promise I won't sell these days to anybody else in the world but you. No-one but you [x4] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Help the aged, one time they were just like you,
drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged, don't just put them in a home, can't have much fun in there all on their own. Give a hand, if you can, try and help them to unwind. Give them home & give them comfort 'cos they're running out of time. In the meantime we try, try to forget that something lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realize? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. Help the aged 'cos one day you'll be older too - you might need someone who can pull you through & if you look very hard behind the lines upon their face you may see where you are headed and it's such a lonely place. In the meantime we try, try to forget that something lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realize? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. You can dye your hair but it's the one thing you can't change. Can't run away from yourself. In the meantime we try, etc. Funny how it all falls away. So help the aged. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man. Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke. If that's all there is then there's no point for me. *So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time & if you hang around too long you'll be a man. Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten - you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again & nothing ever makes no difference to a man. So you stumble into town & hold your stomach in. Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything. Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before. You've got no need but still you want, so go and book that restaurant. The wine will flow & then you'll just fly away. [*Repeat (x2)] To a man To a man That's what I am. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
She said she trained to be a dancer
but she had a proper job by day Charlie Chaplin knew her father before he passed away She asked could I help her with a problem She doesn't get out much no more "I'm not looking for a lover - no, no, no I wanna dance that's all" I wanna dance that's all I wanna dance that's all I wanna dance that's all And all around the world are people singing "hallelujah" And every man in town wants to do it to you With your back up against the cigarette machine Oh, it's bad for your health if you know what I mean - oh yeah Oh yeah And the guys at the front have seen your act one million times before And nobody does it quite the same, so they're sitting down for more But you're making them feel so useless and dumb 'cos they've seen it all and they still can't come Oh, let me tell you - it's a dirty world Oh, it's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" With the period features and original dust and the china everywhere And you dance 'til the place goes up in flames And you lay down in the charred remains That's where I come in with my second-hand excuse for technique, yeah Technique, yeah Well, ain't that a treat, yeah? And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" You see, I always wanted to be a dancer but I just could not get it right And it got me down at parties so I used to sit and drink all night Now I see it's not so hard all I needed was a partner Someone even dirtier than me And I'm so glad I found you Yeah, I'm so glad I found you Oh, it's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world It's a dirty world ... And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" And everybody in the house says "whoah" And everybody in the house says "yeah!" ... |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Now let's sit down too, 'cause I'm a ladies man
I've got my work cut out, I'm doing what I can So hold me, touch me, thrill me, don't ever let me go Don't ask me to explain it 'Cause you don't want to know Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me, hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah I know a place where we can go And wear just what we want I don't want to be me, I get so tired of (?) So don't ask any questions and I won't tell no lies Stop moving like some housewife and give yourself tonight Oh your hair is beautiful tonight Oh and I know the feeling's right Just for the surfaces I feel I just woke up so come on and hold me Come on and hold me Hold me, hold me Yeah yeah yeah |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
If you stay out all night that's alright by me
But if you must kiss those guys you could At least clean your teeth I don't mean to put you down But you've taken everything That I own Don't tell me you want some more cause I'm closed Who is this laughing boy Who ladders your tights? Please tell him to cut the noise Cause it's spoiling my nights I just want to get some rest And he's talking to his Ma on the phone Well, if he's So homesick he can go home I don't need this anymore And it's written in the stars I Must go And will I come back for more? I don't know I don't know. |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Don't bother saying sorry
Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes - again. Everytime I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feeton my dreams. You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could have been learning something Well, you know what I mean. I've done this before And will do it again C'mon and kill me baby Whilst you smile like a friend And I'll come running Just to do it again. I can't believe it That this is still going on Just how stupid can one person be? Just how stupid and wrong You are that last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week. You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the but that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age. Like a car wash I can see but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told I never should board like a film that's so bad but I've just got to stay 'til the end Let me tell you - it's lucky for you that we're friends |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
When I get lost & I can't find my direction
When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection I don't need no compass I don't need no map Just gonna follow Cyclops Sat right here in my lap When I get lost & can't find my direction When I get lost I'm gonna follow my erection |
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
I used to try very hard to make friends with everyone on the planet. I've seen you havin' it, havin' it yeah but now you've just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love is the same thing that's holding you down. This man is dangerous , he just shed his load on your best party frock. Before you enter the palace of wisdom you have to decide: are you ready to rock? Oh can you party with me? Can you show me a good time? Do you even know what one looks like? & I don't need to hear your stories again - just get on the floor & show me what you're made of. Just what exactly are you made of? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. I was having a whale of a time until your uncle Psychosis arrived. Why do we have to half kill ourselves just to prove we're alive? I'm here whenever you need me & whenever you need me I won't be here. & have you ever stopped to ask yourself? If you didn't come to party then why did you come here? Why did you come here? Baby, you're driving me crazy. Baby, you're driving me crazy. & do you really know want to know just how come you turned out so dumb? When the party's over will you come home with me? When the party's over will you come home with me? Now the party's over will you come home to me. Will you come home to me?
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from Pulp, Pulp - This Is Hardcore (1998)
Here in the night love takes control. Making me high making me whole.
*I don't know. Oh no, no, no. No I don't know. No, no, no. No I don't know. When I close my eyes I can see you lowering yourself to my level. I don't know where you got those clothes, you can take them off if it makes you feel better. Don't stop it now. Now is so right. Now as the day slips away & we slide into night. [*Repeat] I open my eyes & you're there, even better in the flesh it would seem. I'm so ready and willing & able it's untrue, to act out this love scene & make my dreams come true. & how many others have touched themselves whilst looking at pictures of you? How many others could handle it if all their dreams came true? I don't expect you to answer straight away, maybe you're just having an off day but I need to believe in you. Yes I do. Yes I do. Oh I want you here in my heart. Here in my head. Live all your dreams for tonight here in your bed. [*Repeat] So roll the soundtrack and dim the lights 'cos I'm not going home tonight. This love scene has begun. There's nothing left for us to do but get it on. Lets make this the greatest love scene from a play no-one's thought up yet. I know you're feeling the same as me but what you gonna do about it? Now here's an exclusive: I've wanted you for years. I only needed the balls to admit it. When the unbelievable object meets the unstoppable force there's nothing you can do about it. No. I will light your cigarette with a star that has fallen from the sky. Breathe in, breathe out, I love the way you move. Don't let anyone tell you any different tonight. You are beauty, you are class, you showed it all but you still kept a little piece back just for me. A little piece back just for me. Just for me. Oh I don't know how you do it but I love the way you do it, when you're doing it to me. & if this is a dream then I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life. For the rest of my life For the rest of my life For the rest of my life |
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