Pulp - Wickerman Lyrics
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 industrialisationLittle mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup.But it flows. yeah, it flows.Underneath the city thru dirty brickwork conduitsConnecting white witches on the moor with pre-raphaelites down in broomhall.Beneath the old trebor factory that burnt down in the early seventies.Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns of nougat & caramel.Nougat. yeah, nougat & caramel.And the river flows on.Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitenerAnd it finally comes above ground again at forge dam: the place where we first met.I went there again for old times sakeHoping to find the childs toy horse ride that played such a ridiculously tragic tune.It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it.And the cafe was still there tooThe same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables.I sat as close as possible to the seat where Id met you that autumn afternoon.And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about itI finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first timeAnd a feeling like electricity flowed thru my whole body.And I immediately knew that Id entered a completely different world.And all the time, in the background, the sound of that ridiculously heartbreaking childs ride outside.At the other end of town the river flows underneath an old railway viaductI went there with you once - except you were somebody else -And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of the water together.Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the riverWhen coming home from the pub on a saturday night.But that this custom had died out when someone jumpedLanded too near to the riverbankHad sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone could reach them.I dont know if hed just made the whole story up, but theres no way youd get me to jump off that bridge.No chance. never in a million years.Yeah, a river flows underneath this cityId like to go there with you now my pretty & follow it on for miles & miles, below other peoples ordinary lives.Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon, thru man-hole covers along the route.Yeah, its dark sometimes but if you hold my hand, I think I know the way.Oh, this is as far as we got last timeBut if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that takes the cars to cities.Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much.Ive never been past this point, what lies ahead I really could not say.I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the wickerThe river flowed by day after dayOne day I thought, one day I will follow it but that day never cameI moved away & lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back.I may find you there & float on wherever the river may take me.Wherever the river may take me.Wherever the river may take us.Wherever it wants us to go.Wherever it wants us to go.
