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.

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

Bob Lind (The Only Way Is Down) Pulp

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.

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?

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.

Pulp Culture Thomas Dolby

lot of cars, check it out Stale pulp culture take it away True pulp culture help to redefine it Old pulp culture day upon day Young pulp culture serve to undermine it Sham pulp culture buried in time

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

Cocaine Socialism Pulp

, she's in hospital her name is Miriam, now ill get down to the gist:, do you want a line of this?, are you a *sniff sniff* socialist?

Pulp Manmade God

The killers lost the beat I just call them futile They can't cry to me 'cause I'm sittin' on the top of the world as I wave them all goodbye The system's lost in me I just call it futile

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 We'd

Mis-Shapes Pulp

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.

Razzamatazz Pulp

The trouble with your brother, he's always sleeping with your mother And I know that your sister missed her time again this month Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb?

A Little Soul 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.

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.

I Spy pulp

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.

The Day After The Revolution Pulp

The Day After The Revolution Cocker / Webber / Mackey / Doyle / Banks The dust has settled, replaced the bulbs in all the lights. I guess I'll get no sleep tonight. A revolution happened.

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.

The Fear Pulp

This is our music from the bachelors den; the sound of lonliness turned up to ten; a horror soundtrack, from a stagnant waterbed and it feels just like this This is the sound of someone losing the

The Babysitter Pulp

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 Su...

The Professional Pulp

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

Someone Like the Moon Pulp

Someone like the moon.

We Are The Boys Pulp

We are the boyz And we are class act Getting trashed so make some noise We are the boyz We are the lads We sleep with slags We nick their fags We got no choice We are the boyz Oh we are the boyz And we

The Trees (Album Version) Pulp

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 but the trees.

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

David's Last Summer Pulp

We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, swaying slightly, drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day.

Wickerman Pulp

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 Day After The Revolution (Cd Version / Long Outro) Pulp

The dust has settled, replace the bulbs in all the lights I guess I'll get no sleep tonight A revoltion happened Oh sorry, you haven't heard?

Bad Cover Version Pulp

The word's on the street: you've found someone new. If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.

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.

Weeds II (The Origin Of The Species) Pulp

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.

Sheffield: Sex City Pulp

All the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes in the middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy.

Deep Fried In Kelvin Pulp

Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ... To be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... Rolling empty cans down the stairway ...

Down By The River Pulp

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

Inside Susan Pulp

Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. She sits on the back seat.

Mile End (From 'Trainspotting' Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) Pulp

It was on the fifteenth floor, It had a board across the door. It took an hour To pry it off and get inside. It smelt as if someone had died.

Street Lites Pulp

Doorways / corners / and the street lights dance in your eyes Behind the cinema / in the rain / in the subway where the walls crumble and cover you in fine dust 'cos we haven't got a home to go to /

Sorted For E's & Wizz 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.

Seconds Pulp

that you can get Oh yes / oh somebody told me / 'cos seconds turn to hours and the hours turn into days / but still it feels like morning The first time leaves its trace / and then slides into second

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.

Roadkill Pulp

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.

Space Pulp

No dust collecting in the corners ... No cups of tea that got cold before you drank them ... Tonight ... travelling at the speed of thought ... We're going to escape into the stars ...

Styloroc Nites Of Suburbia Pulp

Styloroc (Nites Of Suburbia) After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange, exotic land. A land of happy hours, where the sky is always grey and the food exceptionally greasy.

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.

The Night That Minnie Timperley Died Pulp

And it shines so bright - brighter even than the sun. That's what Minnie thinks as she walks to meet her brother, who is nearly two years older, on a Saturday night.

His 'N' Hers Pulp

His `n` HersI've got the time / and you've got the space / I'm gonna wipe you down and lick the smile off your face, the smile off your face Though we know that it's wrong / towel sets / matching combs

Birds In Your Garden Pulp

"It's six o'clock, the birds are singing. I'm wide awake whilst you're still fast asleep. I went outside, into your garden.

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

Acrylic Afternoons Pulp

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.

Glory Days Pulp

Come &play the tunes of glory - 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.