Pulp - Sheffield: Sex City Lyrics
Intake manor park the wicker norton freshville hackenthorpe shalesmoor wombwell catcliffeBrincliffe attercliffe ecclesall woodhouse wybourn[at this point, candida starts talking...]Pitsmoor badger wincobank crookes walkley broomhill oh![candida, quoting from some book]i was only about eleven when this happened. we were living in a big block of flatsWith a central courtyard. all the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes inThe middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy. I may have onlyBeen eleven, but no-one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was about. idLie there mesmerised, listening to the first couple. invariably, theyd wake up otherCouples, and like some kind of chain reaction, within minutes the whole building was*****ing. I mean, have you ever heard other people *****ing, and really enjoying it? its aMarvellous sound. not like in the movies, but when its real. its such a happy, excitingSound.The city is a womanBigger than any otherOh, sophisticated ladyYeah, 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 curtainsAnd caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.I watched it flaking bits of varnish from your nailsTrying to work its way up under the sheets.Jesus! even the suns on heat today; the whole city getting stiff in the building heat.I just want to make contact with youOh thats all I wanna doI just want to make contact with youOh thats all I wanna do owNow Im trying hard to meet her but the fares went up at sevenShe is somewhere in the city somewhere watching televisionWatching people being stupid, doing things she cant believe inLove wont last til next installmentTen o clock on tuesday eveningThe world is going on outside, the night is gaping open wideThe wardrobe and the chest of drawers are telling her to go outdoorsHe should have been here by this time, he said that hed be here by nineThat guy is such a prick sometimes, I dont know why you bother, really.Oh babe oh Im sorryBut I had to make love to every crack in the pavement and the shop doorwaysAnd the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.The day didnt go too well.Too many chocolates and cigarettes.I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.Whys it so hot? (peace garden!)The air coming up to the boil; rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get ridOf 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 didnt want to come here in the first placeBut Ive been sentenced to three years in the housing benefit waiting room.I must have lost your number in the all-night garageAnd now Im wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rainWhilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.Where are you?[candida:] (Im here!)[jarvis:] where are you? (Im here!) where are you? (Im here!)Where are you? (Im here!)Where are you? (Im here!) where are you? (Im here!) where are you?Thats all I wanna do.Im still trying hard to meet you, but it doesnt look like happeningcos the citys out to get me if I wont sleep with her this eveningThough her buildings are impressive and her cul-de-sacs amazingShes had too many lovers and I know youre out there waitingAnd now shes getting into bed hes had his chance now its too lateThe carpets screaming for her soul, the darkness wants to eat her wholeTonight must be the night it endsTomorrow she will call her friends and go out on her own somewhereWho needs this shit anyway?And listen I wandered the streets the whole night crying, trying to pick up your scentWriting 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.Gee its so hot tonight!I didnt think we were gonna make it.It was so bad during the day, but now Im snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.All 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.The grunts from the t-reg chevette; you bet, you bet, yeah you bet. mmmmm. yeah.All I wanna do is make contact with you. tomorrow, are we gonna?Thats all I wanna do...I was trying hard to meet her but the fares went up at sevenShe was somewhere in the city somewhere watching televisionWatching people being stupid doing things she cant believe inLove wont last til next installment ten oclock on tuesday eveningThe world was going on outsideThe night was waiting open wideThe wardrobe and the chest of drawers were telling her to go outdoorsHe should have been there by that time, he said that hed be there by nineThat guy is such a prick sometimesYeah jesus!Oh baby babe I wanna I wanted to tell you that theres nothingTheres nothing to worry about because we can we can we can we can get it together oh yeahOh we got it together tonight yeah we made it.
