Hors sujet : La trilogie des Common People de PULP

[Krabathora]

PULP, groupe d'indie-rock, a fait sa spécialité en basant leurs paroles très kitsches sur le cul.
Mais PULP a aussi fait des morceaux qui sont en dehors de ça. Après avoir fait un morceau ventant les mérites de la drogue (ils s'en sont pris plein la gueule à cause de ça, d'ailleurs), ils ont fait une sorte de trilogie sur leur album "Different Class", dénonçant les "Common People", comprendre les bourges. La première partie de cette trilogie, le morceau "Mis-Shapes", peut étonnament faire un peu penser à ce qu'il s'est passé en France il y a quelques mois, lors de la violence des banlieues. Morceau écrit en 1995.

PULP "Mis-Shapes" :

Mis-shapes, mistakes, misfits.
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh we don't look the same as you
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 smash 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.

Refrain :
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 very 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.

Refrain :
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.

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.

Refrain :
We're making a move. We're making it now.
We're coming out of the sidelines.
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'sour minds.
And that's our minds. Yeah !

[Krabathora]

2ème partie de la trilogie : "Common People"

PULP "Common People" :

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola".
She said "Fine" and in thirty seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people, I want to sleep with common people like you. "
Well what else could I do - I said "I'll see what I can do".

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there.
I said "Pretend you've got no money", she just laughed and said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah ? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people like me. "
But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand.

Refrain :
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you thru'
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

Like a dog lying in a corner they will bite you and never warm you
Look out, they'll tear your insides out.
'Cos everybody hates a tourist especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh and the chip stains
And grease will come out in the bath.You will never understand how it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control and with nowhere left to go.
You are amazed that they exist and they burn so bright whilst you can oly wonder why.

Refrain :
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you thru'
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you

[Krabathora]

3ème et dernière partie de la trilogie, partie la plus haineuse "I Spy". Le chanteur de PULP s'appelle normalement Jarvis Cocker, pour que vous compreniez toute l'ironie de cette chanson.

PULP "I Spy" :

I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world, in the whole wide world.
Oh you didn't do bad, you made it out, I'm still stuck here. Oh but I'll get out.
Oh yeah I'll get out.
Can't you see a walks among you seeing through your pretty lives ?
Do you think I do these things for real?
I do these things just so I survive. And you know I will survive.
It may look to the untrained eye
I'm sitting on my arse all day
And I'm biding my time until I take you all on my Lords and Ladies
I will prevail, I cannot fail.

' Cause I spy.
Oh I've got your numbers, taken notes, I know the way your minds work.
I have studied and your minds just the same as mine except that you're just clever swines :
You never let mask slip, you never admit to it, you're never hurried.
Oh no no no.
And every night I hold my plan - how I'll get my satisfaction
How I will blow your paradise away ooh.
' Cause I spy.

It's just like in the old days - I used to compose my own critical notices in my head.
"The crowd gasps at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle
Skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop".
Imagining a blue plaque above the place I first ever felt a girl's chest.
But hold on, you've got to wait for the best.
You see you should take me seriously. Very seriously indeed.
' Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past 16 weeks
Smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy,
messing up the bed you chose together.
And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon
And catch us at it in the front room.
You see I spy for a living and I specialise in revenge
On taking the things I know will cause you pain.
I can't help it, I was dragged up.
My favourite park's a car park, grass is something you smoke,
birds are something you shag.
Take your "Year in Provence" and shove it up your ass.
Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah.
With your frightened eyes and roach burns under your eyes and addresses
And thousands of tiny dryna-slides running a path,
running a path to the corner of your eyes.
And every night I hatch my plan, it's not a case of woman v man.
It's more a case of haves against haven'ts and I just
happen to have got what you need, just exactly what you need yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la, in the midnight hour.
La la la la la la la la la la, I will come to you, I will come to you
I will take you from this sickness, dinner parties and champagne
I'll hold your body and make it sing again. Come on - sing again, let's sing again.
Oh yeah, cause I spy, yes, I spy, ssss.
I spy a boy and I spy a girl.
I spy the chance to change the world, to change your world.

[Krabathora]

Je crois que tous les ados (et les autres) de la fin des années 90 connaissent ce titre, "This Is Hardcore". Mais oui, rappelez-vous de ce long morceau bien kitsch avec ses innombrables jeux de mots obscènes à prendre au 72ème degré. Rappelez-vous de la version non-censurée de ce clip, avec les paroles qui passaient en bas (pour que les spectateurs comprenaient bien de quoi il s'agissait), clip ma foi très original et totalement dans l'esprit kitsch et nostalgique de PULP. C'est de ce titre dont il est question ci-dessous.

PULP "This Is Hardcore"

You are hardcore, you make me hard.
You name the drama and I'll play the part.
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.
I like your get-up if you know what I mean.
I want it bad ! I want it now !
Oh can't you see I'm ready now ?!!
I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever.
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together.
Don't make a move 'til I say "Action !"
Oh, here comes the Hardcore life !

Put your money where your mouth is tonight.
Leave your make-up on and I'll leave on the light.
Come over here babe & talk in the mic !
Oh yeah I hear you now ! It's gonna be one hell of a night !
You can't be a spectator ! Oh no !
You got to take these dreams & make them whole.

Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you.
Oh this is Hardcore - this is me on top of you
And I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long...

Oh this... This is the eye of the storm.
It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure, yeah !
This... This is the end of the line.
I've seen the storyline played out so many times before.
Oh that goes in there ! Then that goes in there !
Then that goes in there ! Then that goes in there !
Oh ! And then it's over !
Oh, what a hell of a show ! But what I want to know :
what exactly do you do for an "encore", yeah !
' Cos this is Hardcore !