Wickerman lyrics

Artist  : Pulp 
Song : Wickerman



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 Just behind the station, before you reach the
traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete
channel. 
I took you there once; I think it was after the
Leadmill. 
The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation
Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules
the colour of tomato ketchup. 
But it flows. Yeah, it flows. 
Underneath the city thru' dirty brickwork
conduits
Connecting white witches on the Moor with
pre-raphaelites down in Broomhall. 
Beneath the old Trebor factory that burnt down in
the early seventies. 
Leaving an antiquated sweet-shop smell & caverns
of nougat & caramel. 
Nougat. Yeah, nougat & caramel. 
And the river flows on. 
Yeah, the river flows on beneath pudgy
fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee whitener
And it finally comes above ground again at Forge
Dam: the place where we first met.

I went there again for old time's sake
Hoping to find the child's toy horse ride that
played such a ridiculously tragic tune. 
It was still there - but none of the kids seemed
interested in riding on it. 
And the cafe was still there too
The same press-in plastic letters on the price
list & scuffed formica-top tables. 
I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd
met you that autumn afternoon. 
And then, after what seemed like hours of
thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed
you for the first time 
And a feeling like electricity flowed thru' my
whole body. 
And I immediately knew that I'd entered a
completely different world. 
And all the time, in the background, the sound of
that ridiculously heartbreaking child's ride
outside.

At the other end of town the river flows
underneath an old railway viaduct
I went there with you once - except you were
somebody else - 
And we gazed down at the sludgy brown surface of
the water together. 
Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a
local custom to jump off the viaduct into the
river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday
night. 
But that this custom had died out when someone
jumped 
Landed too near to the riverbank 
Had sunk in the mud there & drowned before anyone
could reach them. 
I don't know if he'd just made the whole story
up, but there's no way you'd get me to jump off
that bridge. 
No chance. Never in a million years.

Yeah, a river flows underneath this city
I'd like to go there with you now my pretty &
follow it on for miles & miles, below other
people's ordinary lives.
Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moon,
thru' man-hole covers along the route. 
Yeah, it's dark sometimes but if you hold my
hand, I think I know the way. 
Oh, this is as far as we got last time 
But if we go just another mile we will surface
surrounded by grass & trees & the fly-over that
takes the cars to cities.
Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles
that sting - but not too much. 
I've never been past this point, what lies ahead
I really could not say. 
I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used
factory just off the Wicker 
The river flowed by day after day
"One day" I thought, "One day I will follow it"
but that day never came
I moved away & lost track but tonight I am
thinking about making my way back.
I may find you there & float on wherever the
river may take me. 
Wherever the river may take me. 
Wherever the river may take us. 
Wherever it wants us to go. 
Wherever it wants us to go.