MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
pulp - 59, lyndhurst grove
There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall
a stain from last week's party on the stairs
no-one knows who made it
or how it ever got there
They were dancing with children round their necks
Talking business, books and records, art and sex
All things being considered
you'd call it a success
you wore your black dress
He's an architect and such a lovely guy
and he'll stay with you until the day you die
and he'll give you everything you could desire
oh well almost everything
everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
hear old women rolling trolleys down the road
back to Lyndhurst Grove
Lyndhurst Grove, Oh
pulp - 97 lovers
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.
pulp - a little soul
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 way 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.
& everybody's telling 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 from 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. [x3]
pulp - aborigine
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.
pulp - acrylic afternoons
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.
pulp - all time high
All I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two
I never intended to do the things we've done
Funny how it always goes in love
When you don't look, you find
But then we're two of a kind, we move as one
We're an all time high
We'll change all that's gone before
Doing so much more than just falling in love
On an all time high
We'll take on the world and wait
So hold on tight, let the flight begin
I don't want to waste a waking moment
I don't want to sleep
'Cause I'm in so strong and so deep, and so are you
In my time I've said these words before, but now I realize
Oh, my heart was telling me lies, but with you they're all true
On an all time high
We'll change all that's gone before
Doing so much more than just falling in love
On an all time high
Yeah, we'll take on the world, oh we will
So hold on tight and let the flight begin
Yeah, hold on tight, let the flight begin
Just hold on tight, let this flight begin
We're an all time high
pulp - anorexic beauty
Sitting alone on a cold bar stool,
your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool.
Pastel-white features,
high cheek-bones,
scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
of my
nightmares.
Brittle fingers,
and thin cigarettes,
so hard to tell apart,
she hasn't spoken yet.
You put your hand on mine,
death white on brown,
those whirlpool eyes;
well, I begin to drown.
The girl of my nightmares,
erotic and skull-faced.
The girl
of my
nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
feather-weight perfection,
anorexic beauty,
underweight
goddess.
Sitting alone on
a cold bar stool, your
so hard to tell apart,
she hasn't spoken yet.
Pastel-white features,
high cheek-bones,
scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
of my
nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
feather-weight perfection,
anorexic beauty,
underweight
goddess.
pulp - ansaphone
Oh I know I don't own you
but I don't even know if I should phone you
Someone's sending me letters
saying you've been going with other fellers.
And babe
I want you.
But I
don't wanna cry.
Or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end
of a telephone line.
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone.
I'm not trying to be clever
but at least we're not still living together
All those calls in the evening
if I answered they'd hang up without speaking
And babe
I want you,
But I
don't want to cry
or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end
of a telephone line
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone
*Beep*
"Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say
it doesn't matter what you're up to.
I just want you to stay in touch.
That's all."
Are you really not at home?
Or are you there but not alone?
Screening calls
you don't want to receive
meaning calls
calls that come from me
Oh I
need to see you
It's not enough for me just to hear you
You said you'd be here by ten thirty
but you want to stay out and be dirty
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone.
pulp - babies
Well it happened years ago
when you lived on Stanhope Road.
We listened to your sister
when she came home from school
'coz she was two years older
and had boys in her room.
We listened outside and heard her.
Alright.
Well that was alright for a while
but soon I wanted more.
I want to see as well as hear
and so I hid inside her wardrobe.
And she came round four
and she was with some kid called David
from the garage up the road
I listened outside I heard her.
Alright.
Oh I want to take you home.
I want to give you children.
You might be my girlfriend, yeah.
When I saw you next day
I really couldn't tell you
'coz 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 couldn't last too long.
I came home one day
and all her things were gone,
I fell asleep inside.
I never heard her come.
And then she opened up her wardrobe
and I had to get it on.
Oh, listen we were on the bed
when you came home,
I heard you stop outside the door.
I know you won't
believe it's true,
I only went with her
'coz she looks like you.
Oh I want to take you home...etc.
pulp - back in la
Gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA
I'm geared to what I say
Gotta get back to LA
Where May's just waiting for me
Like a warm soft memory
Drown all my troubles in her sea
Gotta get back to LA
I gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA
Been away for a year and a day
Gotta get back to LA
I can't move anyway
What's that I hear you say?
I don't know but it's warm and soft
Gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA!
Got a sweeps on a 66
That is why I'm feeling sick
Need quick and thick
I gotta get back to LA
in her self
Undesired with a deathly smell
When the week's in I'll be fit and well
Gotta get back to LA
I gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA
Gotta get back to LA
Been away for a year and a day
Gotta get back to LA
LA's just waiting for me
Like a warm and soft memory
Drown all my troubles in her sea
Drive right back to LA
I gotta get back to LA
pulp - bad cover version
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.
pulp - bar italia
Now if you can stand I would like to take you by the hand, yeah
And go for a walk past people as they go to work.
Oh, let's get out of this place before they tell us that we've just died.
Move, move quick, you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you, you,you're looking so confused just what did you lose?
If you can make an order could you get me one.
Two sugars would be great 'cos I'm fading fast and it's nearly dawn.
If they knocked down this place, this place, it'd still look much better than you.
Move, move quick, you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose?
Oh, it's ok it's just your mind.
If we get through this alive I'll meet you next week, same place, same time.
Oh move, move quick you've gotta move.
Come on it's through, come on it's time.
Oh look at you, you, you're looking so confused, what did you lose?
That's what you get from clubbing it.
You can't go home and go to bed because it hasn't worn off yet
And now it's morning there's only one place we can go.
It's around the corner in Soho where other broken people go. Let's go.
pulp - being followed home
I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home,
I don't know what for,
I don't know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
a face in the rain,
the pavement shines wet
in focus again.
Oh...
oh...
oh...
oh.
In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind
for a well-balanced view
that was not mine to find.
Heaven knows, all your
stars are on show, they last a lifetime,
and your hands leave their
marks in the sand, they last for ever,
for ever.
It's clear to me:
you fit so perfectly
in a dimly lit room
just inside of the sea.
His twisted face
tells me to leave this place.
You know somewhere,
but I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there.
Heaven knows, all your
stars are on show, they last a lifetime,
and your hands leave their
marks in the sand, they last for ever.
They've followed me home -
the one with the dog-breath in the tattoo bar
says something in a language that I don't uderstand.
The street stinks of piss and dead fish.
Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass,
air roaring in my lungs.
Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me.
Down another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the walls.
Which way?
A bottle smashes.
The glint of a blade in the moonlight.
Someone laughs, the corners turned... and it's too late.
The first blow falls... then nothing.
I awoke on the beach sometime later
to a grey and sunless sky.
Your voice still slithers in my head,
I can't remember what you said.
I get to my feet, my body aches.
I make for the town for no-one's sake.
My mind is a blur, I feel so weak,
I see your reflection in the street.
"It's what you deserve, it's what you need.
Just like those stupid books you read."
I look to the sky, I see your face,
collapse in the road I hear you say
I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there!
My wound's healing now
and your imprint fades,
now just a pale scar
for five vanished days.
Your voice is so weak,
your face is unclear,
your body a legend from a forgotten year.
I've been followed home.
I've been followed home.
I've been followed home.
I've been followed home.
pulp - blue girls
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?
pulp - blue glow
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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