So a few weeks ago I saw this post over Random Ramblings About My Crazy Life (Read it... Read it... Read it...) and I got thinking. I really love music. There's always a song for each day and one I'll always especially relate to one particular song at any given moment. Lately I've been spending a ton of time at home and it's been getting warmer, so when you're sat out on a balcony watching the street coming to life you start to notice things... Things like how the police hang around here a bit more, and then everyone seems a bit shady, and everythings grey and the language is multicoloured and finally that the majority of people in my area don't speak English. It's a really strange place. My brother's been mugged twice, one of my neighbours is a drug dealer, there is a woman who sits on the corner of the street for hours on end, and a couple of years ago my dad found someone dead outside the pub (natural causes I assure you... Perhaps brought on prematurely by excessive booze).
But I like it here. Its little quirks make me smile. The loud, insane cashiers at the local shop make me laugh at whatever obscene hour of the morning I wonder down there. Even the stupid chav-like people tickle my ego just by being dumb dipshits to the point that I feel top of the class. The petty criminals add character to what would have been just another council dumping ground.
So, to all these little things, I say ta. And offer them the wonder that is Pulp.
Common People
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied 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 coke-cola.
She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said,
I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you.
Well what else could I do - I said I'll see what I can do.
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
She just laughed and said oh you're so funny.
I said yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people,
You want to sleep with common people like me.
But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
Pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right
'Cos when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
And dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
Sing along and it might just get you thru'
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
Like a dog lying in a corner
They will bite you and never warn you
Look out
They'll tear your insides out
'Cos everybody hates a tourist
Especially one who thinks
It's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stain's grease
Will come out in the bath
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright
Whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'Cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad he could stop it all
Yeah
I want to live with common people
I want to live with common people
I want to live with common people
I want to live with common people
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Sing along and it might just get you thru'
By Nicole on Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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Oh, I LOVE this... absolutely love it.
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