David's Last Summer Pulp

Summer leaves fall from Summer trees. Summer grazes fade on Summer knees. Summer nights are slowly getting long, Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone.

Babies Pulp

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.

Last Day Of The Miners Strike Pulp

Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps and frightening old ladies, I dreampt that I was living back in the mid 1980's. People marching, people shouting, people wearing pastel leather.

Babies Pulp

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

A Little Soul (Original Mix / Album Version) Pulp

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.

LipGloss Pulp

black hair All those nights in, making such a mess of the bed Oh you never ever want to go home And he wantsyou so you may as well hang around for a while call your Dad on the phone He changed his mind last

Lipgloss Pulp

He changed his mind last Monday, so you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah. You've lost your lipgloss Honey, Oh yeah. Now nothing you do can turn him on, there's something wrong.

Sorted for e s and whizz Pulp

Oh, is this the way they say the future's meant to feel or just twenty thousand people standing in a field? And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is but that's O.K. `cos we're all so...

Summer\'s Child David Lanz

88쾨돨『Cristofori\'s Dream』角David離낑饋돨쏜나튬鱗틔，侶角槨죄셩쿡멀핵랙츠소，雷댕적석돨Bartolomeo Cristofori（1655~1731）杰鱗，冷角儉끼桿속흙페劍있포돨稜，흔낀둘、댔샌있포、든綾숩턍，宅儉밧쟝돨멀핵寮犁빳宮뿔鄲。

The Babysitter Pulp

babysitter / is twenty-one years old / she still looks like Susan when Susan was not at home She's a lovely girl / she's got long blonde hair / if you go home now she will not be there / 'cos she left last

Down By The River Pulp

ground Dip my toe in the water of the river where I watched you drown Nadadum nananana nana na…… Oh when the river ran dry that next year I could not find your body Now I’m standing here, ready at last

59 Lyndhurst Grove Pulp

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

like a friend Pulp

You are the last drink I never should 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.

Live Bed Show Pulp

This bed has seen it all, from the first time to the last, the silences of now, and the good times of the past.

Bad Cover Version Pulp

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

Pulp Manmade God

The system's lost in me I just call it futile They can't cry to me 'cause they're slippin off the edge of the world as I wave them all goodbye Ice caps and vanity melt into a chewy pulp

Pulp Frankenbok

The Friendship that love destroyed was not the intention or ploy. the aftermath the pulp you are, beneath proud enigma you scar, you can't afford another error, twice now already agendered, you can't be

After You Pulp

On the last night on earth when the horses run free The scriptures foretell of a party in Hackney In a dimly lit room crammed with loathing and hate They're selling their souls and I just can't wait I

Underwear Pulp

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.

Seconds Pulp

And I know / he said he'd last all night then gave you seconds / yeah The seconds turn to hours / and the hours turn into days but still it feels like morning / The first time leaves its trace and then

Inside Susan Pulp

She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house where there was a party last week.

Wickerman Pulp

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.

PULP FICTION Kenny Mason

of the night I can see Silver light in the streets You the finest tonight I done seen A sight I'm exited to see Ride with me I won't fuck with nobody but you Don't fuck with nobody but me We can make pulp

Pulling Punches David Sylvian

With eyes that see, hands that feel, Why am I the last to know? Sheltered lives, spent partially breathing, Are gathered together, under new religion.

Just One Last Time (Feat. Taped Rai) David Guetta

from you This is the edge of patience But you\'ll prove yourself to me Still you drain my soul Even though it hurts I can\'t slow down Walls are closing in and I hit the ground With there\'s

I Spy pulp

I spy a boy, I spy a girl. I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole world. Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here oh but I'll get out. Oh yeah I'll get out. Can't you s...

Help the aged Pulp

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...

Sylvia Pulp

Sylvia You look just like Sylvia, well you look like her to me The way she wore her hair then, oh, the way she used to be I've not seen her for a long time, though I've heard she's still around H...

Do You Remember The First Time? Pulp

Do You Remember The First Time? You say you've got to go home cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh God, it's half past eight, ...

Monday Morning Pulp

There's nothing to do so you just stay in bed, oh poor thing, why live in the world when you can live in your head? Mmm when you can go out late from Monday, till Saturday turns into Sunday, and n...

Bar Italia Pulp

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...

Dishes Pulp

Dishes 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 bewa...

F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E Pulp

The room is cold, and has been like this for several months. If I close my eyes, I can visualise everything in it, right down, right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressi...

This is hardcore Pulp

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 no...

Do you remember the first time Pulp

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'v...

Disco 2000 Pulp

From the album "Different Class" Well we were born within one hour of each other. Our mothers said we could be sister and brother. Your name is Deborah, Deborah. It never suited ya. Oh they thoug...

Mis shapes Pulp

Mis-shapes Mistakes Misfits Raised on a diet of broken biscuits oh We don't look the same as you and we don't do the things you do but we live round here too Oh reallyMis-shapes Mistakes Misfits W...

Countdown Pulp

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 ou...

Do You Remember the First Time? Pulp

You say you've got to go home cos he's sitting on his own again this evening. I know you're gonna let him bore your pants off again. Oh God, it's half past eight, you'll be late. But you say you've...

Common People Pulp

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College That's where I caught her eye She told me that her Dad was loaded I said "In that case I'll have...

The Trees pulp

The Trees Cocker / Banks / Doyle / Mackey / Webber 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 ...

Common people Pulp

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 ha...

Joyriders Pulp

We like driving on a Saturday night, past the Leisure Centre, left at the lights. We don't look for trouble, but if it comes we don't run. Looking out for trouble, is what we call fun. Hey you, yo...

Mis-Shapes Pulp

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits. Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you, we don't do the things you do, but we live around here too, Oh really. Mis-shapes, mistakes, m...

Something Changed Pulp

I wrote the song two hours before we met. I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet. Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed. I could have gone to see a film instead. You might hav...

Pencil Skirt Pulp

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 t...

Something changed Pulp

I wrote this song two hours before we met I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed I could have gone to see a film instead You might have ...

Have You Seen Her Lately? Pulp

First you let him in your bed. Now he's moved inside your head. And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming. I saw a friend of yours today, she called me over just to say, "I dunno if you've see...

Happy Endings Pulp

Well, imagine it's a film and you're the star and pretty soon we're coming to the part where you realise that you should give your heart, oh, give your heart to me. And now the orchestra begins to ...

Pink Glove Pulp

You'd better watch what you're wearing, if you want him to come round and see you tonight. He doesn't care what it looks like, just as long as it's pink and it's tight. Oooh, so what should you do...