Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sheffield: Sex City, artist - Pulp. Album song Intro: The Gift Recordings, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Sheffield: Sex City |
Intake, manor park, the wicker, norton, frechville, hackenthorpe, shalesmoor, |
Wombwell, catcliffe, brincliffe, attercliffe, ecclesall, woodhouse, wybourn, |
Pitsmoor, badger, wincobank, crookes, walkley, broomhill |
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? |
(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 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. |