Альбом Pulp

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. 

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. 

When all should be done and gone,
he comes round again to see,
he can't keep himself away.
He touches her hand and it starts again.
His work is an ugly mess.
He prods and it cries in pain.
He kicks and it starts to scream.
He hurries away when she cannot see.
When all should be done and gone,
he comes round again to see,
he can't keep himself away.
he touches her hand and it starts again.
Moving so slowly, droplets of kindness that poison and choke
when this thing should have died long ago.
The entrails are soft and warm,
this time it must be the end.
One touch and it lives again.
He keeps it alive to be part of its pain (and that's mercy.
And that's compassion.
And that's being good friends in a crisis.
What's one corpse between friends?)
Oh
oh-oh-oh...
Leave it, boy.
Just leave it alone.
Stop scratching, or it'll never heal.
Just let it lie in peace.
Get out of the way, get out of the way,
the brakes cannot last for long.
He knows he must let it go,
he knows but he keeps a hold.
He touches her hand and it starts again.
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Moving so slowly,
he drops it so gently,

Oh I'm back in the full effect
I can't even hold myself erect
I got nothing that I wanna say
I'm gonna say it anyway
I know you think that I've lost it, baby
I know you think that my star is fading
Used to be a contender
Now you're just a pretender
Psychic karaoke every weekend
You don't fit those clothes anymore
Why don't you take them back to the charity store
While you're there you could always hand yourself in
You're into green issues - start recycling
You hide behind your woman when you're out in your town
Show her up and blame her for holding you down
Holding you down, holding you down
You're the only one who's holding you down
You're only ever polite when you're out of your box
Cocker's short for... sucker
Sucker of...
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
Sucker of...
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
When I got up today I had that feeling again
Everything was OK, then the world started shaking
Now I'm trying to sleep it away
Oh but I can't sleep it away
Can you answer this question, can you answer it right:
Have you ever done anything good in your life?
Have you ever done anything that wasn't just for yourself?
Are you capable of giving?
Are you capable of giving just for the sake of it, without expecting anything in
return?
I'm only trying to give you what you've come to expect
Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex
Single mothers and sex, single mothers and sex
Just another song 'bout single mothers and sex
OK, you've heard it before, it's nothing special
But it's a living, can't you see
I'm a professional
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
I'm a professional
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
Sleep on my darling
Sleep on, don't wake as I leave
I've been rehearsing this scene so long now
Don't interrupt me as I do it for real
The bedroom floor is treacherous
A teacup could be disastrous
'Cos it'll mean I would have to say
What was written on the letter I posted yesterday
So that it would get here
When I was gone
And you awoke
Oh, she'll meet me from the train
And she'll never know a thing
About how I talk with my mouth full
And only bath once a week
How I'm nicer the first time you meet me than the next
And I'm rapidly losing interest in sex
Yeah, I'm rapidly losing interest in sex
What's the point in making it over-emotional?
You can do it the hard way
Or you can be a professional
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
I'm a professional
Oh, oh
La na na na
Oh, oh
Sleep on my darling
Sleep on my love
Sleep on my darling
Sleep on my love
Sleep on my darling
Sleep on my love
Sleep on my darling
Sleep on my love

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. 

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. 

Susan's babysitter
is seventeen years old
oh she looks like Susan
when she still lived at home
She's a lovely girl
She's got long black hair
if you go home now
she might still be there
Susan's 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 June
She came home too soon
You were both upstairs
in your daughter's room

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? 

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"

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

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 & you feel like
crashing out at dawn.