Songs of the PULP

Glory Days – Pulp

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raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station. & learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments. Come share

Pencil Skirt – Pulp

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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

Seductive Barry – Pulp

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*I don’t know. Oh no, no, no. No I don’t know. No, no, no. No I don’t know. When I close my eyes I can see you lowering yourself

Sorted For E’s & Wizz – Pulp

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people standing in a field. And I don’t quite understand just what this feeling is. But that’s okay ’cause we’re all sorted out for E’s and wizz. And tell

Party Hard – Pulp

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I’ve seen you havin’ it, havin’ it yeah but now you’ve just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love is the same thing

Acrylic Afternoons – Pulp

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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

The Fear – Pulp

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– the sound of loneliness turned up to ten. A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this. This is the sound of someone losing

Common People – Pulp

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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 a rum and