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Being Followed Home - Pulp

"I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed home, I don't know what for, / I don't know by whom. The smell of your dress, / a face in the rain, / the pavement shines wet in focus again. / Oh... /"

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. A cutting was taken"

Don't You Know - Pulp

"There's not much time for talking, / all your friends are / going to walk away. If there was time for talking / all too soon you'd be / lost for things to say. Don't you know she could break you, / every"

Fairground - Pulp

"As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes mistakes. Was it the mother or the father to blame, inside the damp grass and tilted tent? As the signs outside proclaimed, nature sometimes makes"

Master Of The Universe - Pulp

"I am the master of this universe / and I've got so big it hurts Raise your eyes and graze your knees / oh for your master is displeased because you dared to doubt his word / his polished surface dulls"

The Night That Minnie Timperley Died - Pulp

""There's a light that shines on everything & everyone. 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,"

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 water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation Little"

I Love Life - Pulp

"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"

Life Must Be So Wonderful - Pulp

"Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own, please call / around to see. And maybe I've been loving you for too long, / and now blind, I watch you bleed. You rot in your bedroom, you cry on"

There's No Emotion - Pulp

"As I lay / down in the bedroom, / there came a sound / from far away. As I strained / my ears to listen / I could hear / a thin voice say: "In your heart / there's no emotion, / and your soul, your"

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