February 12, 2012
Because I was just this morning singing along to “Babies,” one of the best pop songs ever written because its vivid story (lyrics below) is best sung not told:millionsmillions:


Image Credit: Karen Robinson


From the outset, I thought of Pulp’s music in literary terms, with its references to “lemonade light filtering through the trees”  and “the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes”, and, as  the best art does, it changed the way I watched the world and the  vocabulary with which I thought about it. From the lyrics, and from the  biography I gleaned from press interviews, I thought I’d found a kindred  spirit: a speccy so-and-so who knew what it meant to wear the wrong  clothes and listen to the wrong music and be caught in the school  library reading the dictionary.

Jon McGregor

Well it happened / years ago / when you lived on / Stanhope Road / We listened to your sister / when she came home from school / `cos she was two years older / and she had boys in her room / We listened outside and heard her / Alright / Well that was alright / for a while / but soon I wanted more / I wanted to see as well as hear and so I / I hid inside her wardrobe / And she came home round four / and she was with some kid called David / from the garage up the road / I listened outside, I heard her / Alright / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / You might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / When I saw you / the next day / I really / couldn’t tell you / `cos you might go and / tell your mother / And so you went wit h Neve / oh yeah and Neve was coming on / and I thought I heard you laughing / when his Mum and Dad were gone / I listened outside, I heard you / Alright / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfriend / Yeah y eah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Well I guess / it couldn’t last too long / I came home one day / and all her things were gone / I fell asleep inside / I never heard her come / Oh and she opened up the wardrobe / and I had to / get it on / Yeah oh listen / we were on the bed / when you came home / I heard you stop / outside the door / I know you won’t / believe it’s true / I only went with her `cos she looks like you, my God / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Oh woh / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…

Because I was just this morning singing along to “Babies,” one of the best pop songs ever written because its vivid story (lyrics below) is best sung not told:

millionsmillions:

Image Credit: Karen Robinson

From the outset, I thought of Pulp’s music in literary terms, with its references to “lemonade light filtering through the trees” and “the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes”, and, as the best art does, it changed the way I watched the world and the vocabulary with which I thought about it. From the lyrics, and from the biography I gleaned from press interviews, I thought I’d found a kindred spirit: a speccy so-and-so who knew what it meant to wear the wrong clothes and listen to the wrong music and be caught in the school library reading the dictionary.

Jon McGregor


Well it happened / years ago / when you lived on / Stanhope Road / We listened to your sister / when she came home from school / `cos she was two years older / and she had boys in her room / We listened outside and heard her / Alright / Well that was alright / for a while / but soon I wanted more / I wanted to see as well as hear and so I / I hid inside her wardrobe / And she came home round four / and she was with some kid called David / from the garage up the road / I listened outside, I heard her / Alright / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / You might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / When I saw you / the next day / I really / couldn’t tell you / `cos you might go and / tell your mother / And so you went wit h Neve / oh yeah and Neve was coming on / and I thought I heard you laughing / when his Mum and Dad were gone / I listened outside, I heard you / Alright / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfriend / Yeah y eah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Well I guess / it couldn’t last too long / I came home one day / and all her things were gone / I fell asleep inside / I never heard her come / Oh and she opened up the wardrobe / and I had to / get it on / Yeah oh listen / we were on the bed / when you came home / I heard you stop / outside the door / I know you won’t / believe it’s true / I only went with her `cos she looks like you, my God / Oh I want to take you home / I want to give you children / Yeah you might be my girlfriend / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / Oh woh / Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…

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