Pulp. Mis-shapes
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
we don't look the same as you,
and we don't do the things you do,
but we live around here too. Oh really.
Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits,
we'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'cause they just want to keep us out.
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
just for standing out. Oh really.
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat,
but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now,
we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid yeah.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs,
we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Check your lucky numbers,
that much money could drag you under, oh.
What's the point of being rich,
if you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so bleeding thick.
Oh, we weren't supposed to be,
we learnt too much at school now we can't help but see
that the future that you've got mapped out is
nothing much to shout about.
We're making a move, we're making it now,
we're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs,
we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me.
There won't be fighting in the street.
They think they've got us beat
but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move. We're making it now.
We're coming out of the side-lines.
Just put your hands up - it's a raid.
We want your homes, we want your lives,
we want the things you won't allow us.
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs,
we'll use the one thing we've got more of - that's our minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah.
6 comentarios:
Uno de los mejores discos de los 90! Pulp son a different class!!!!
Que no falte una buena canción cada viernes. Bueno, que no falte de nada. Besos.
Perfecto para enlazar el fin de semana!
un abrazo
No queremos usar pistolas ni bombas. Solo queremos usar la cabeza. Los que poseen nuestro futuro no quieren que luchemos por él en las calles...
Joder con el Jarvis. Nunca me había parado a escuchar con atención la letra de esta canción. Pero es un reflejo absolutamente fiel de lo que pensamos...
Guay, amiga Lu. Gracias por despertarnos un poquito más.
Ay Lu, casi me da un infarto de tanta modernidad. Lo digo por las pintas del señor guitarrista. Jarvis no, Jarvis es solo histriónico.
De la letra me quedo con la ausencia de los -omnipresentes en todo esto del rock- "love"'s. Un gustazo.
But revenge is going to be so sweet. Las letras de Jarvis Cocker son un género en sí mismas. A different class.
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