Pulp é um grupo de britpop que surgiu em Sheffield, Inglaterra, no ano de 1978 graças ao então estudante de 15 anos Jarvis Cocker. Mas nem sempre foi assim, ou seja, antes o nome da banda era "Arabacus Pulp", nome que, como sabemos, logo foi substituido por "Pulp".
Desde o início sendo uma banda pouco popular, seu sucesso se limitou ao Reino Unido, onde sua mesclagem de rock alternativo com referências da disco music e com as letras de Cocker fez do Pulp um grupo britâncio aclamado, em meados dos anos 90.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Sat, 18 Nov 1995 18:11:20 +0100 From: [email protected] (D.TWISLETON) Subject: Pulp - "Live Bed Show" - lyrics & chords
Live Bed Show by Pulp Transcribed by Dave Twisleton [email protected]
[Intro] Am She doesn't have to go to work Am but she doesn't want to stay in bed Em [E] `cause it's changed from something comfortable Am to something else instead ________________________________________________________________________ [Verse 1] AmEm This bed has seen it all from the first time to the last GDmaj7 the silences of now and the good times of the past D7G and it only cost ten pounds from the shop just down the road Fmaj7EAm Mind you, that was seven years ago and things were very different then ________________________________________________________________________ [Verse 2] (same chords) It didn't get much rest at first the headboard banging in the night The neighbours didn't dare complain, Oh everything wqas going right Now there's no need to complain `cause it never makes a sound Something beautiful left town and she doesn't even know it's name ________________________________________________________________________ FD Now every night she plays a silent game (ooh ooh ooh)
FD called pretending nothing's going wrong
GFmaj7 but she knows if this show was televised
EAm no-one would watch it, not tonight But seven years ago... _______________________________________________________________________ [verse chords...] La la lala lala la... Now there's no need to complain `cause it never makes a sound Something beautiful left town and she never even know it's name