Pulp Album

You said you wanted some space ...
Well is this enough for you? ...
This is what you've waited for ...
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 ...
It doesn't matter if the lifts are out of order ...
Or the car won't start ...
We're rising up ... above the city ... over forests ... over fields ...
Rivers and lakes ... into the clouds ... and up above us ...
The whole universe is shining a welcome ...
Did you ever really think this day would happen ...
After days trying to sell washing-machines on your own? ...
It looked like we never left the ground ...
But we're weightless ... floating free ...
We can go wherever we want ... solar systems ... constellations ... galaxies ...

I'll race you to the nearest planet ...
How may times have you wished upon a star? ...
Now you can touch it ... you can touch the stars ...
Go on ... don't be afraid ...
"I only wanted some space" ...
Well is this enough for you? ... Is it ? ...
Well the stars are bright ... but they don't give out any heat ...
The planets ... are lumps of rock ... floating in a vacuum ...
Yeah, space is cold ... when you're on your own ...
I think it's time to go home ... pulling my strings ...
Like a kite that flew too high ... and now it's time to come down ...
Look out below ...
Wait 'til I get back ...
You can see something ...
You can see space ... but now I know ... it's O.K. ...
Space is O.K. ... but I'd rather ... I'd rather get my ...

Ba bababa ba bababa ...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
The night was ended
He needed her undressed
He said he loved her
She tried to look impressed
After the break-up
It's just something you do to stop the night-time from falling down on you
The world is ending, the sky is falling down
She's at the station because she's leaving town
Oh you could stop her if you get out of bed
She wants to see you at least that's what she said
You've got a minute at the very most and she's gone gone gone gone gone yes
she's going away
Oh yes she's going away
Oh yes she's going away, oh yes she's going away
And now it's over 'cos I just saw the end
I saw the credits, I turned around and then I saw her running coming back to me
The sky exploded but I couldn't see
The world is ending, the sky is falling down
She's at the station because she's leaving town
Oh you could stop her if you get out of bed
She wants to see you at least that's what she said
You've got a minute at the very most and she's gone and she's gone and she's
gone
Oh yes she's going away
Ba bababa ba bababa ...

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.

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.

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?
If you want I can write it down
It should matter to you but aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and the
nights on the town?
Oh-oh-oh Oh you knew it and you blew it didn't you babe?
I was lying when I asked you to stay now no-one's gonna care
If you don't call them when you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain't working
No they aren't working at all oh
You started getting fatter three weeks after I left you
Now you're going with some kid looks like some bad comedian
Are you gonna go out, are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray?
Watch TV on your own, aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and your nights on
the town?
Oh-oh-oh And your father wants to help you doesn't he babe?
But your mother wants to put you away
Now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
And all those stupid little things they ain't working
Oh they aren't working at all
Oh well I saw you at the doctor's waiting for a test
You tried to look like some kind of heiress but your face is such a mess
And now you're going to a party and you're leaving on your own
Oh I'm sorry but didn't you say that things go better with a little bit of
razzamatazz?
Na na nana na na na... and now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when
you said
And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed
Now it's half past ten in the evening and you wish that you were dead
'cos all those stupid little things

Are you trying to put me on? I turned around and it was gone.
Did I leave it in your car? On a table in a bar?
Or in your bed between the sheets? The places where we used to meet.
Wherever love has gone I need to know. 'Cos she's a woman, Oh yeah, she's a
woman.
Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma she's a lady.
And I just love the way she moves, the way she moves, Watch her.
When you left I didn't know how I was going to forget you.
I was hanging by a thread and then I met her.
Selling pictures of herself to German business men.
Well, that's all she wants to do.
Come on, come on. I don't want to try too hard.
I don't want to wait too long.
I don't want to live alone with all this crap that pulls me down.
Oh, tell me now, how would it feel if I could touch you once again.
Where have you gone, where have you gone.
The moon has gone down on the sun, Oh yeah.
I know that you're coming home.
You wouldn't leave me on my own.
Everybody can't you see, she's coming back to me.
Whilst you were gone I got along.
I didn't die, I carried on & I went drinking every night just so I could feel
alright.
Stayed in bed all day to feel OK. I felt OK.
Oh I felt sick & tired, yes I did.
She lived at her father's place, played his records though they jumped.
Wore her body back to front.
I tried hard to make it work, kissed her where she said it hurt but I was always
underneath.
She's a woman...etc.
I don't know why you pretend that it causes you pain
When you know very well you're going to do it again.
You're going to do it again & again & again but can you keep it going all nite
long?
I know it's going to happen.
It might not be today.
It might not be tomorrow or even the day after but some time soon
You'll see, you're going to come back to me.
Whilst you were gone...etc.
Whilst you were gone I got along. I didn't die, I carried on.
Oh yeah I went with other women, what else can I say?
I guess I kind of missed you whilst you were away.

I saw you standing at the stop in your crochet halter top and your sky-blue
training bra
I know you're gonna go too far
You're driving all the boys insane down by the sports hall in the rain
Chewing-gum, a navy dress, a purple shirt and all the rest
Oh there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see and there's stacks to touch
And there's stacks to be, so many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot that I know/ that you've got ah-ah
I heard you let him touch too much on the back seat of the bus
Did you stay over at his place?
And did you do it? Was he ace?
The world is bigger every day and you've always got something to say
And you've always got somewhere to go
It's getting faster don't you know?
And there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see
And there's stacks to touch and there's stacks to be
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot that I know that you've got ah-ah
Oh there's stacks to do and there's stacks to see
Oh yes stacks to touch and there's stacks to be
So many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot that I know that you've got
Places to go and faces to kiss and boys to confuse
Are the boys good to miss?
There's so many ways for you to spend your time
Such a lot that I know that you've got yeah
I know that you've got oh I know that you've got

Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m.
She sits on the back seat.
She looks at the man in front's head
and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot sticking out from
the collar of his shirt.
She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one, but
they don't.
Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then.
Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests,
shielding their breasts to try and make them look bigger,
whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice.
The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain
torrentially
and it sounds like someone has emptied about a million packets of dried peas on
top of the roof of the bus.
"What if it just keeps raining," she thinks to herself,
"and it was just like being in an aquarium
except it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were floating passed the
window instead of fish?"
She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house
where there was a party last week.
There were some German exchange students there who were very mature;
they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window.
One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him.
Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider.
Caroline was drunk as well;
she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses,
and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the
love-bite on her neck.
By now the bus is going passed the market.
Outside is a man who spends all day forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands
and then trying to make them pay for them.
She used to work in the pet shop,
but she got sacked for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working.
She wasn't too bothered though, she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway.
"Maybe this bus won't stop," she thinks,
"and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own.
Or it could drive me to a town where people with black hair drink Special Brew
and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five pounds a time to look
up my skirt.
Oh, they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner..."
I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas,
but I remember her in those days.
They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff,
well, she had that alright.
It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire; they would have been
consumed.
Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room,
warming their hands and backsides in front of her,
and then slagging her off around town.
No-one ever really got inside Susan,
and, and, she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus and then

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 dancing with children round their legs
Talking business, books and records, art and sex
All things being considered you'd call it a success
You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh...
He's an architect and such a lovely guy and he'll stay with you until the day
you die
And he'll give you everything you could desire
Oh well almost everything everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom hear old women rolling trolleys
down the road