歌曲名 Wickerman 歌手名 Pulp

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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 and smelt of industrialisation

Little mesters coughing their lungs up

and 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

and caverns of nougat and caramel

Nougat Yeah nougat and caramel

and the river flows on

Yeah the river flows on beneath

pudgy fifteen-year olds addicted to coffee

whitener courting couples naked on

Northern Upholstery and pensioners gathering dust

like bowls of plastic tulips

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 and 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

and 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

and landed too near to the riverbank

and had sunk in the mud there

and 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

and follow it on for miles and 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

and trees and 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 and the river

flowed by day after day and One day I thought

One day I will follow it but that day never came

I moved away and lost track but

tonight I am thinking about making my way back

I may find you there and 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