Texty: Pulp. Sheffield Sex City.
:
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
Yeah, I wanna be your lover
Not your brother, not your mother, yeah
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.,
Crept through the gap in your curtains,
Caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.
I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails,
Trying to work his way up under the sheets.
Jesus!
Even the sun's on heat today
The whole city getting stiff in the building heat.
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all
I wanna do
Now I'm trying hard to meet her
But the fares went up at seven
She is somewhere in the city
Somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid
Doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last `til next installment
Ten o' clock on Tuesday evening
The world is going on outside
The night is gaping open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
Are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time
He said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes
I don't know why you bother, really.
Oh babe
Oh I'm sorry
But I
I just had to make love to every crack in the pavement
And the shop doorways
And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.
The day didn't go too well.
Too many chocolates and cigarettes.
I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.
Why's it so hot?
The air coming up to the boil
Rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid of it.
Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters.
Dogs doing it in central reservations
And causing multiple pile-ups in the centre of town.
I didn't want to go in the first place,
But I've been sentenced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room.
I must have lost your number in the all-night garage,
And now I'm wandering up and down your street,
Calling you name,
In the rain,
Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.
Where are you? [Candida:] (I'm here)
[Jarvis:] Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you?
I'm still trying hard to meet you
But it doesn't look like happening
Cos the city's out to get me
But I won't sleep with her this evening
Though her buildings are impressive
And her cul-de-sacs amazing
She's had too many lovers
And I know you're out there waiting
And now she's getting into bed
He's had his chance now it's too late
The carpet's screaming for her soul
The darkness wants to eat her whole
Tonight must be the night it ends
Tomorrow she will call her friends
And go out on her own somewhere
Who needs this shit anyway?
Oh listen,
I wandered the streets the whole night,
Trying to pick up your scent
Writing messages on walls
And the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.
We finally made it...
On a hill-top at four a.m.
The whole city is your jewellery-box
A million twinkling yellow street lights.
Reach out and take what you want
You can have it all.
Jesus it took a long time.
I didn't think we were gonna make it.
So bad during the day,
But now snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.
Oh the things we saw:
Everyone on Park Hill came in unison at four-thirteen a.m.
And the whole block fell down.
The tobacconist caught fire,
And everyone in the street died of lung cancer.
We heard groans coming from the T-reg Chevette;
You bet, you bet, yeah you bet.
And tomorrow...?
Oh I was trying hard to meet her
But the fares went up at seven
She was somewhere in the city
Somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid
Doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last `til next installment
Ten o'clock on Tuesday evening
The world was going on outside
The night was gaping open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
Were telling her to go outdoors
He should have been there by that time
He said that he'd be there by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes
Oh yeah,
I want to tell you that
There's nothing to worry about because we can,
We can get it together, oh yeah.
We got it together tonight, didn't we?
I'd say we did, yeah
We've got a hope
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
Yeah, I wanna be your lover
Not your brother, not your mother, yeah
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.,
Crept through the gap in your curtains,
Caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.
I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails,
Trying to work his way up under the sheets.
Jesus!
Even the sun's on heat today
The whole city getting stiff in the building heat.
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all
I wanna do
Now I'm trying hard to meet her
But the fares went up at seven
She is somewhere in the city
Somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid
Doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last `til next installment
Ten o' clock on Tuesday evening
The world is going on outside
The night is gaping open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
Are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time
He said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes
I don't know why you bother, really.
Oh babe
Oh I'm sorry
But I
I just had to make love to every crack in the pavement
And the shop doorways
And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.
The day didn't go too well.
Too many chocolates and cigarettes.
I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.
Why's it so hot?
The air coming up to the boil
Rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid of it.
Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters.
Dogs doing it in central reservations
And causing multiple pile-ups in the centre of town.
I didn't want to go in the first place,
But I've been sentenced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room.
I must have lost your number in the all-night garage,
And now I'm wandering up and down your street,
Calling you name,
In the rain,
Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.
Where are you? [Candida:] (I'm here)
[Jarvis:] Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you? (I'm here)
Where are you?
I'm still trying hard to meet you
But it doesn't look like happening
Cos the city's out to get me
But I won't sleep with her this evening
Though her buildings are impressive
And her cul-de-sacs amazing
She's had too many lovers
And I know you're out there waiting
And now she's getting into bed
He's had his chance now it's too late
The carpet's screaming for her soul
The darkness wants to eat her whole
Tonight must be the night it ends
Tomorrow she will call her friends
And go out on her own somewhere
Who needs this shit anyway?
Oh listen,
I wandered the streets the whole night,
Trying to pick up your scent
Writing messages on walls
And the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.
We finally made it...
On a hill-top at four a.m.
The whole city is your jewellery-box
A million twinkling yellow street lights.
Reach out and take what you want
You can have it all.
Jesus it took a long time.
I didn't think we were gonna make it.
So bad during the day,
But now snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.
Oh the things we saw:
Everyone on Park Hill came in unison at four-thirteen a.m.
And the whole block fell down.
The tobacconist caught fire,
And everyone in the street died of lung cancer.
We heard groans coming from the T-reg Chevette;
You bet, you bet, yeah you bet.
And tomorrow...?
Oh I was trying hard to meet her
But the fares went up at seven
She was somewhere in the city
Somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid
Doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last `til next installment
Ten o'clock on Tuesday evening
The world was going on outside
The night was gaping open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers
Were telling her to go outdoors
He should have been there by that time
He said that he'd be there by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes
Oh yeah,
I want to tell you that
There's nothing to worry about because we can,
We can get it together, oh yeah.
We got it together tonight, didn't we?
I'd say we did, yeah
We've got a hope