Pulp, This Is Hardcore

Put your money where your mouth is tonight. Leave your make-up on and I’ll leave on the light. You can’t be a spectator. Oh no. You got to take these dreams and make them whole. Oh, this is hardcore, there is no way back for you. Oh, this is hardcore, this is me on top of you. And I can’t believe that it took me this long.

Last night. Pulp, previously. More Jarvis.

I Spy


Different Class

835 Plays

Pulp, I Spy
(Different Class, 1995)

It may look to the untrained eye I’m sitting on my arse all day and I’m biding my time until I take you all on, my Lords and Ladies. It’s just like in the old days — I used to compose my own critical notices in my head, "the crowd gasps at Cocker’s masterful control of the bicycle, skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop," imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever felt a girl’s breasts, the whole ‘nana. You’ve got to wait for the best.

You see, you should take me seriously, very seriously indeed, cause I’ve been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks, smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy, messing up the bed you chose together. And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon and catch us at it in the front room. You see, I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge, on taking the things I know will cause you pain. I can’t help it, I was dragged up. My favourite park’s a car park, grass is something you smoke, birds is something you shag. Take your year in Provence and shove it up your arse.

Buy Different Class. Pulp, previously. More Jarvis.

190 Plays

Jarvis Cocker, You’re in My Eyes
(Further Complications, 2009)

"It was the mirrorball that did it, a chance reflection that sparked you back to life, like you’d just been to the bar for a little while. And you smiled, and there was nothing in your eyes like the silt in mine, making it hard to get around."

Hand in hand with Glass Candy, all the way back to My Legendary Girlfriend.

Pulp, This Is Hardcore

"This? This is the eye of the storm. It’s what men in stained raincoats pay for — but in here it is pure, yeah. This is the end of the line. This is hardcore."