A dog and its vomit
Because Pulp gave me one song, Like a Friend, I pledged my loyalty. Though I don’t like some of their albums, I would buy them and not listen to them. I don’t really appreciate IT or Freaks, but I have them. I bought Freaks twice because I thought I lost the first one.
If any one asks me who is my favorite band, like a dutiful fan, I would faithfully say it is Pulp.
They bought me over with just one song. I listened to it over and over again and it has been for a number of years. I have never grown tired of the song.
It probably isn’t the lush arrangement or the drums or the guitar or the Jarvis’ singing that draws me to the song. It is the lyrics probably, whether it is "wipe your feet on my dreams" or “You take up my time like some cheap magazines” or “when I could have been learning something” or “You are the dream I never should have caught” or “Like a film that’s so bad but I’ve got to stay till the end.”
Like a dog going back to its vomit, I am back singing this song.
Like a Friend
by Pulp
Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further
How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before
And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
If any one asks me who is my favorite band, like a dutiful fan, I would faithfully say it is Pulp.
They bought me over with just one song. I listened to it over and over again and it has been for a number of years. I have never grown tired of the song.
It probably isn’t the lush arrangement or the drums or the guitar or the Jarvis’ singing that draws me to the song. It is the lyrics probably, whether it is "wipe your feet on my dreams" or “You take up my time like some cheap magazines” or “when I could have been learning something” or “You are the dream I never should have caught” or “Like a film that’s so bad but I’ve got to stay till the end.”
Like a dog going back to its vomit, I am back singing this song.
Like a Friend
by Pulp
Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no further
How long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time / Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this before
And I will do it again / Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
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