Down By The River Lyrics By Pulp

Nadadum dadadada dada da...
Take me down to the river where I would not go before
Through the trees and the rushes to a place we both know
And I'm feeling much younger as I kneel on the 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 to dive down and reach you again
And I long to be with you
Now these cold nights have come oh I go down to the river
but the river will stop for no-one
Though I ask it it keeps flowing on
When I ask it, it tells me you're gone
Dadow...

Babies Lyrics By Pulp

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 couldn't 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 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 'cos she looks like you.
Oh I want to take you home...[etc.]

Like A Friend Lyrics By Pulp

Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further
How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before
And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again / You are the 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 dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash 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 got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

Goodnight Lyrics By Pulp

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, glwoing 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.

You're A Nightmare Lyrics By Pulp

All day / I'm doing fine / 'cos there are things / to pass the time
Smoke a cig / and drink some tea / watch a programme / on TV
I just don't care where you are now / 'cos I'm sorted out, and how
I've got it all set up you see / But when I close my eyes it happens to me
You're a nightmare / and you've made it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
oh and I just can't see / why you should keep on happening to me
oh yeah / aah / Well it stopped some time in May / whilst you were still away
Was I in bed or on a bus / doing something pathetically ridiculous?
I never noticed it at first / But when you came back it got worse
It's the idea of you, you see / when I close my eyes it happens to me
Oh you're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / why you should keep on
happening / happening to me / Oh oh oh
And there were hotel bedroom birthdays / sleep in factory hallway
I remember always Yeah there were hotel bedroom birthdays
and sleep in factory hallway / I remember always
Why do you keep on / hanging round
Can't you see it gets me down?
Because when I look at you I see / somebody I just don't want to be
Oh woh you're a nightmare / and you got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and you just can't see / why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
Yeah you're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / oh why why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a mightmare / and you've got it all wrong
Oh you're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
oh and I just can't see / why you're / why you're
you're always hanging around / you're always hanging round
You're always hanging around / You're always hanging round
You're always hanging round / You're always hanging round
you're always hanging round / You're always hanging round.

Aborigine Lyrics By Pulp

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.

Countdown Lyrics By Pulp

[single intro:] "Keep very still, for the strangest things are about to happen."
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, 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.
[single outro:] "You've just heard one of the most remarkable applications in modern electronics."

Styloroc (nites Of Suburbia) Lyrics By Pulp

After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange, exotic life.
A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food exceptionally greasy.
We drank strange brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like balloons.
A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon curtains.
They go on and on and on and on.
Oh! We sank back into long PVC sofas.
Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof-tops, plus it would rain
But now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the door.
Stay we must, sprouting black hair beneath bry-nylon underwear.
Yes, you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on
and on and on and on and on and on.
They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Yeah, oh, I'm feeling greasy.
Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh...

You're A Nightmare Lyrics By Pulp

All day / I'm doing fine / 'cos there are things / to pass the time
Smoke a cig / and drink some tea / watch a programme / on TV
I just don't care where you are now / 'cos I'm sorted out, and how
I've got it all set up you see / But when I close my eyes it happens to me
You're a nightmare / and you've made it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
oh and I just can't see / why you should keep on happening to me
oh yeah / aah / Well it stopped some time in May / whilst you were still away
Was I in bed or on a bus / doing something pathetically ridiculous?
I never noticed it at first / But when you came back it got worse
It's the idea of you, you see / when I close my eyes it happens to me
Oh you're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / why you should keep on
happening / happening to me / Oh oh oh
And there were hotel bedroom birthdays / sleep in factory hallway
I remember always Yeah there were hotel bedroom birthdays
and sleep in factory hallway / I remember always
Why do you keep on / hanging round
Can't you see it gets me down?
Because when I look at you I see / somebody I just don't want to be
Oh woh you're a nightmare / and you got it all wrong
You're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and you just can't see / why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a nightmare / and you've got it all wrong
Yeah you're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
and I just can't see / oh why why you should keep on / happening to me
You're a mightmare / and you've got it all wrong
Oh you're a nightmare to me / Oh hoh / You're a nightmare
oh and I just can't see / why you're / why you're
you're always hanging around / you're always hanging round
You're always hanging around / You're always hanging round
You're always hanging round / You're always hanging round
you're always hanging round / You're always hanging round.

A Little Soul Lyrics By Pulp

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]