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Lyrics for Weeds ll by Pulp:
| | | Artist: | Pulp |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Weeds ll | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 77 | | | | Lyrics: | This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation,
exploitation, civilisation. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A
cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with
more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first
blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money
in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same: a source of wonder
due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment - drinking
'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their
path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some
weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day; if only they can
market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination.
Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic
modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the
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