Lyric Wickerman - Pulp

Lyric Song Wickerman: Just behind the stationbefore you reach the traffic islanda river runs thru a concrete channel
I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill
The water was dirty yamp; smelt of industrialisation
Little mesters coughing their lungs up yamp; globules the colour of tomato ketchup
But it flows Yeahit 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 yamp; caverns of nougat yamp; caramel
Nougat Yeahnougat yamp; caramel
And the river flows on
Yeahthe 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 yamp; scuffed formica top tables
I sat as close as possible to the seat where I d met you that autumn afternoon
And thenafter what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands yamp; 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 timein the backgroundthe 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 yamp; drowned before anyone could reach them
I don t know if he d just made the whole story upbut there s no way you d get me to jump off that bridge
No chance Never in a million years

Yeaha river flows underneath this city
I d like to go there with you now my pretty yamp; follow it on for miles yamp; milesbelow other people s ordinary lives
Occasionally catching a glimpse of the moonthru man hole covers along the route
Yeahit s dark sometimes but if you hold my handI think I know the way
Ohthis is as far as we got last time
But if we go just another mile we will surface surrounded by grass yamp; trees yamp; the fly over that takes the cars to cities
Buds that explode at the slightest touchnettles that sting but not too much
I ve never been past this pointwhat lies ahead I really could not say
I used to live just by the riverin a dis used factory just off the Wicker
The river flowed by day after day
yquot;One dayyquot; I thoughtyquot;One day I will follow ityquot; but that day never came
I moved away yamp; lost track but tonight I am thinking about making my way back
I may find you there yamp; 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