Biografia:
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.
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Outras músicas:
- Babies
- Common People
- Death Goes To The Disco
- Dishes
- Help The Aged
- I Spy
- Sorted For E's And Whizz
- The Fear
- This Is Hardcore
- Tv Movie
- 59 Lyndhurst Grove
- Aborigine
- Acrylic Afternoons
- After You
- Anorexic Beauty
- Ansaphone
- Bad Cover Version
- Bar Italia
- Birds In Your Garden
- Blue Girls
- Boats And Trains
- Bob Lind
- Born To Cry
- Countdown
- Cuckoo
- Davids Last Summer
- Death Ii
- Different Class
- Disco 20
- Disco 2000
- Do You Remember The First Time
- Dogs Are Everywhere
- Dont You Know
- Dont You Want Me Anymore
- Down By The River
- Feeling Called Love
- Glory Days
- Happy Endings
- Have You Seen Her Lately
- I Love Life
- Im A Man
- Inside Susan
- Joking Aside
- Joyriders
- Laughing Boy
- Like A Friend
- Lipgloss
- Little Girl
- Live Bed Show
- Live On
- Love Is Blind
- Love Love
- Manon
- Master Of The Universe
- Mile End
- Mis
- Monday Morning
- My Legendary Girlfriend
- My Lighthouse
- Pencil Skirt
- Pink Glove
- Razamatazz
- Seconds
- Seductive Barry
- Separations
- Shes Dead
- Someone Like The Moon
- Something Changed
- Sorted For Es And Wizz
- Stacks
- Sunrise
- Sylvia
- The Day After The Revolution
- The Mark Of The Devil
- The Night That Minnie Timperley Died
- The Night That Minnie Timperly Died
- The Trees
- They Suffocate At Night
- Tomorrow Never Lies
- Underwear
- We Can Dance Again
- Wishful Thinking
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!
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David's Last Summer - Pulp
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Tabbed by: Roastie (David Fong)
Email: davyfong at gmail
This is a little rough. Best played with barre chords, enjoy.
B Db ...
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,
swaying slightly,
Ab Bb
drunk on the sun, I suppose.
Ab Bb
It was a real summer's day; the air humming with heat
B Db ...
Whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade.
And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider
Ab Bb ...
into the water to chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance.
C F ...
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G
and how you spend your time.
B Db ... etc.
Walking to parties whilst it's still light outside.
Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish.
Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there?
And we can pretend that we're somewhere foreign,
but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry, or too hot.
C F ...
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G ...
and how you use your time.
B Db B Db
B Db D Db ...
We went driving.
C F ....
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G
and how you use your time.
B G ....
B D ...
B
The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion
D ...
in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes,
you're still wearing a small pale skin bikini.
The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway,
and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust
floating in the light from the window.
Summer leaves fall from Summer trees.
Summer grazes fade on Summer knees.
Summer nights are slowly getting long.
Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone.
So we went out to the park at midnight one last time.
Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms.
Past the bandstand down to the boating lake.
And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours,
until we couldn't swim anymore.
E G ...
E G ...
And as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air,
and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes.
E F# G
And as we walked home we could hear
A B
the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees,
Db D E(7th fret) ...
and the birds deciding where to go for Winter.
And the whole sound,
the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town.
Oh but I want you to stay.
Oh please stay for a while,
Oh I want you to stay,
Oh I want you to stay.
David's Last Summer - Pulp
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Tabbed by: Roastie (David Fong)
Email: davyfong at gmail
This is a little rough. Best played with barre chords, enjoy.
B Db ...
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream,
swaying slightly,
Ab Bb
drunk on the sun, I suppose.
Ab Bb
It was a real summer's day; the air humming with heat
B Db ...
Whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade.
And when we reached the stream I put a bottle of cider
Ab Bb ...
into the water to chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance.
C F ...
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G
and how you spend your time.
B Db ... etc.
Walking to parties whilst it's still light outside.
Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish.
Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there?
And we can pretend that we're somewhere foreign,
but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hungry, or too hot.
C F ...
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G ...
and how you use your time.
B Db B Db
B Db D Db ...
We went driving.
C F ....
This is where you want to be,
there's nothing else but you and her,
B G
and how you use your time.
B G ....
B D ...
B
The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion
D ...
in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes,
you're still wearing a small pale skin bikini.
The sound of children playing in the park comes from faraway,
and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust
floating in the light from the window.
Summer leaves fall from Summer trees.
Summer grazes fade on Summer knees.
Summer nights are slowly getting long.
Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be gone.
So we went out to the park at midnight one last time.
Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms.
Past the bandstand down to the boating lake.
And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours,
until we couldn't swim anymore.
E G ...
E G ...
And as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air,
and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes.
E F# G
And as we walked home we could hear
A B
the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees,
Db D E(7th fret) ...
and the birds deciding where to go for Winter.
And the whole sound,
the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town.
Oh but I want you to stay.
Oh please stay for a while,
Oh I want you to stay,
Oh I want you to stay.
Pupil
Pupo
Puppet
Pur
Pure Heart