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Pulp - Bar Italia - lyrics

Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah and go
For a walk past people as they go to work. oh, lets get out of this place
Before they tell us that weve just died. move, move quick, youve gotta
Move. come on its through, come on its time. oh look at you, you,
Youre looking so confused just what did you lose? if you can make an
Order could you get me one. two sugars would be great cos Im fading
Fast and its nearly dawn. if they knocked down this place, this place,
Itd still look much better than you. move, move quick, youve gotta
Move. come on its through, come on its time. oh look at you, you,
Youre looking so confused, what did you lose? oh, its ok its just your
Mind. if we get through this alive Ill meet you next week, same place,
Same time. oh move, move quick youve gotta move. come on its
Through, come on its time. oh look at you, you, youre looking so
Confused, what did you lose? thats what you get from clubbing it. you
Cant go home and go to bed because it hasnt worn off yet and now its
Morning theres only one place we can go. its around the corner in soho
Where other broken people go. lets go.

Pulp - Pink Glove - lyrics

Youd better watch what youre wearing,
If you want him to come round and see you tonight.
He doesnt care what it looks like,
Just as long as its pink and its tight.
Oooh, so what should you do?
Should you stop being you?
Just to be how he wants you?
Oooh, say youll visit your mum,
Then tell me that youll come,
And meet me in the afternoon.
Hes got your heart,
Hes got control.
You might as well know.
I know youre never going to be with me,
But if you try sometimes then maybe,
You could get it right first time.
I realise that youll never leave him,
But every now and then in the evening.
You could get it right first time.
I know you think Ive got to be joking,
But if you touch him again then Im going.
You got it right first time.
Get it right first time.
Now youve done it once now he wants you,
To wear your pink glove all the time.
Oooh, so what should you do?
Should you stop being you?
Just to be how he wants you?
Oooh, say youll visit your mum,
Then tell me that youll come,
And meet me in the afternoon.
Hes got your heart,
Hes got control.
You might as well know.
I know youre never going to be with me
But if you try sometimes then maybe,
You could get it right first time.
I realise that youll never leave him,
But every now and then in the evening.
You could get it right first time.
I know you think Ive got to be joking,
But if you touch him again then Im going.
You got it right first time.
Get it right first time.
Oh youll always be together,
Cos he gets you up in leather.
So you know what to wear at the end of the day,
And Id laugh if I saw,
But Im out of the way.
Yeah its too long ago,
Shouldnt care anymore but I wanted to know;
Is it as good as before?
Yeah its hard to believe that youd go for that stuff,
All those baby-doll nighties with synthetic fluff.
Yeah it looks pretty good and it fits you ok,
Wear your pink glove babe,
He put it on the wrong way.
I know youre never going to be with me
But if you try sometimes then maybe,
You could get it right first time.
I realise that youll never leave him,
But every now and then in the evening.
You could get it right first time.
I know you think Ive got to be joking,
But if you touch him again then Im going.
You got it right first time.
Get it right first time.

Pulp - Intro - lyrics

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

Pulp - Deep Fried In Kelvin - lyrics

Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at meadowhall ... to be raised on
The cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (dont
You love that sound? ) ... whilst the thoughts of a bad social worker ran through his head
... trying to remember what he learnt at training college ... lester said he wasnt
Allowed in here ... so why dont you get lost? ... and if you grow up ... then when you
Grow up, maybe ... maybe you can live ... live on kelvin ... yeah you can live in kelvin
... on the promenade with the concrete walkways ... where pidgeons go to die ... (a woman
On the fourteenth floor noticed that the ceiling was bulging as if under a great weight.
When the council investigated they discovered that the man in the flat above had
Transported a large quantity of soil into his living-room, in which several plants he had
Stolen from a local park were growing. when questioned, the man said all he wanted was a
Garden. when questioned, the man said all he wanted was a garden.) ... oh god, I think the
Futures been fried ... deep fried in kelvin ... and now its rotting behind the remains
Of a stolen motorbike ... I havent touched it, honest ... but there isnt anything else
To do ... we dont need your sad attempts at social conscience based on taxi-rides home at
Night when exhibition opens ... we just want your car radio ... and those reflux speakers
... now ... suffer the little children to come to me ... and I will tend their adventure
Playground splinters with cigarette burns and feed them fizzy orange and chips ... and
Then they grow up straight and tall ... and then they grow up to live ... on kelvin ...
Yeah ... we can have ghettos too ... only we use air-rifles instead of machine-guns ...
Stitch that ... and we drunk driving lights ... in the end ... the question you have to
Ask yourself is ... are you talking to me ... or are you chewing a brick?

Pulp - Inside Susan - lyrics

Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. she sits on the back seat. she looks at
The man in fronts head and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot
Sticking out from the collar of his shirt. she adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to
See if they make twenty-one, but they dont. maybe she shouldnt bother going to school at
All, then. her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests,
Shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger, whilst the boys will be too busy
Playing football to notice. the bus is waiting on the high street when suddenly it begins
To rain torrentially and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of
Dried peas on top of the roof of the bus. what if it just keeps raining, she
Thinks to herself, and it was just like being in an aquarium except it was all the
Shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the window instead of fish?
Shes still thinking about this when the bus goes passed caroline lees house where there
Was a party last week. there were some german exchange students there who were very
Mature; they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window. one of them tried to get her
To kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. later she was sick because she drunk too
Much cider. caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending she was married to a tall boy
In glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the
Love-bite on her neck. by now the bus is going passed the market. outside is a man who
Spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into peoples hands and then trying to make them pay
For them. she used to work in the pet shop, but she got sacked for talking to boys when
She was supposed to be working. she wasnt too bothered though, she hated the smell of the
Rabbits anyway. maybe this bus wont stop, she thinks, and Ill stay on
It until Im old enough to go into pubs on my own. or it could drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my skirt. oh, theyll be queuing up to take me out to
Dinner... I suppose you think shes just a silly girl with stupid ideas, but i
Remember her in those days. they talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff,
Well, she had that alright. its just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would
Have been consumed. instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room,
Warming their hands and backsides in front of her, and then slagging her off around town.
No-one ever really got inside susan, and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at
The terminus and then walking home.

Pulp - Manon - lyrics

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 mano manon
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, cest 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.

Pulp - The Boss - lyrics

Wearing a shirt that was trying too hard,
Pissed on a train and hes falling around.
And then I turned around and you were out of sight,
And now theres nowhere for me to stay tonite.
And then I walked around town just to catch you out,
I thought Id lost myself somewhere in the nite.
Oh is he bigger? and does he make you laugh?
Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama let it go.
I could never do anything else,
So what am I gonna do with myself?
I saw him kiss you in the afternoon
Cos I was next door in a double room.
I was listening through the wall as he laid you down.
I dont know what you did,
Oh but I heard the sound.
Oh is he better?
Does he make you scream?
Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama let it go.
Youve got to tell me know if hes better than me.
I need to know, oh cant you see?
Something strange is getting stronger.
I cant hang on any longer.
Dont you know I want to go away?
Oh jesus christ I know Im gonna lose the game,
Ive only got myself to blame, oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
All right.
Im gonna leave town,
Im gonna catch a train.
Im going somewhere where I can start again.
Im gonna let it all go just like you said,
Ill look for someone else who can take the blame.
And is he younger?
And can he make you laugh?
Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamamama let it go.
Oh, let it go.
After seven years down a dead-end road Im gonna get off here,
Im gonna let it go,
Let it go.

Pulp - Ansaphone - lyrics

Oh I know I dont own you / but I dont even know if I should phone you / someone sending
Me letters / saying youve been going with other fellers / and they / bored you / but I /
Dont wanna cry / or talk for hours / to a machine / on the end / of a telephone line / oh
It just kills me / when all youve got to do is call / oh do it any time / cause theres
Never no-one home / never no-one home / leave your message on the ansaphone / Im not
Trying to be clever / but at least were not still living together / all those calls in
The evening / if I answered theyd hang up without speaking / and they / bored you / but i
/ dont want to cry / or talk for hours / to a machine / on the end / of a telephone line
/ oh it just kills me / when all youve got to do is call / oh do it any time / cause
Theres never no-one home / never no-one home / leave your message on the ansaphone /
[beep!] / hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say it doesnt matter what you
Get up to. I just want you to stay in touch. thats all. / are you really not at
Home? / or are you there but not alone? / screening calls / you dont want to receive /
Meaning calls / calls that come from me / oh I / need to see you / its not enough for me
Just to hear you / you said youd be here by ten thirty / but you want to stay out and be
Dirty / oh it just kills me / when all youve got to do is call / oh do it any time /
cause theres never no-one home / never no-one home / leave your message on the
Ansaphone.

Pulp - Babies - lyrics

Well it happened years ago when you lived on stanhope road.
We listened to your sister when she came home from school
cos she was two years older and she had boys in her room.
We listened outside and heard her.
Alright. well that was alright for a while but soon I wanted more.
I want to see as well as hear and so I hid inside her wardrobe.
And she came round four and she was with some kid called david from the garage up the road
I listened outside I heard her.
Alright. oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children. you might be my girlfriend, yeah.
When I saw you next day I really couldnt tell cos you might go and tell your mother.
And so you went with neve and neve was coming on
And I thought I heard you laughing when his mum and dad were gone.
I listened outside, I heard you. alright. oh I want to take you home...etc.
Well I guess it couldnt last too long.
I came home one day and all her things were gone, I fell asleep inside.
I never heard her come. and then she opened up her wardrobe and I had to get it on.
Oh, listen we were on the bed when you came home, I heard you stop outside the door.
I know you wont believe its true, I only went with her cos she looks like you.
Oh I want to take you home...etc.

Pulp - Bad Cover Version - lyrics

The words on the street: youve found someone new.
If he looks nothing like me Im so happy for you.
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -
Shes trying to replace me, but itll 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.
Its not easy to forget me, its so hard to disconnect
When its electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
Its 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: hes going to let you down my friend.
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