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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Performer
Jarvis Cocker
Vocals
Anne Dudley
Piano
Magnus Fiennes
Programming
Mark Haley
Programming
Matthew Vaughan
Programming
Olle Romo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Banks
Composer
Candida Doyle
Composer
Steve Mackey
Composer
Mark Webber
Composer
Antony Genn
Composer
Jarvis Cocker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Thomas
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Songtexte
Come and play the tunes of glory
Raise your voice in celebration
Of the days that we have wasted in the cafe
In the station
And learn the meaning of existence
In fortnightly instalments
Come share this golden age with me
In my single room apartment
And if it all amounts to nothing
It doesn't matter
These are still our glory days
Oh, my face is unappealing
And my thoughts are unoriginal
I did experiments with substances
But all it did was make me ill and I
I used to do the I Ching
But then I had to feed the meter
Now I can't see into the future
But at least I can use the heater
Oh, it doesn't get much better than this
'Cause this is how we live our glory days
Oh and I could be a genius
If I just put my mind to it
And I
I could do anything
If only I could get round to it
Oh, we were brought up on the Space-Race
Now they expect you to clean toilets
When you've seen how big the world is
How can you make do with this?
If you want me I'll be sleeping in
Sleeping in throughout these glory days
These glory days can take their toll
So catch me now
Before I turn to gold
Yeah, we'd love to hear your story
Just as long as it tells us where we are
That where we are is where we're meant to be
Oh, come on make it up yourself
You don't need anybody else
And I promise I won't sell these days to anybody else in the world but you
No one but you
No one but you
No one but you
No one but you
Writer(s): Candida Doyle, Stephen Patrick Mackey, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Nick Banks, Mark Andrew Webber, Antony Genn
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