Farmers Market - Pulp

Lyrics by：Jarvis Cocker

Composed by：Andrew McKinney/Candida Doyle/Emma Smith/Jarvis Cocker/Jason Buckle/Mark Webber/Nick Banks

Arranged by：Emma Smith/Laura Moody/Rich Jones

Produced by：James Ford

That was a good year

The one when we still believed

Despite all evidence pointing to the contrary

I had nothing

I had nothing to base this love upon

Nothing but a feeling

Way down at the base of my spine

That's got nothing at all to do with my mind

No

Just a feeling

Just a feeling

Now I stalk the labyrinth

Of my own myth

Searching for clues

With this fading glo-stick

But I've found nothing

I found nothing to base my life upon

Nothing but this feeling

Way down at the base of my spine

That's got nothing at all to do with my mind

No

There was no coat-check

So we wore our dreams out on the dance floor

We danced so hard

Got so hot

That they fused to us all

We thought we were just joking trying dreams on for size

We never realised we'd be stuck with them for the rest of our natural lives

Summoned from the dark under the most extraordinary circumstances

That's when I saw you babe

In the car park of the Farmers Market

Backlit by the sunset

Or maybe the fires marking the end of the world

I stammered some pleasantries

As I walked back to the car

And then I thought

"Hold on

Are these groceries really that important?

More important than getting your number?

Or finding out who you actually are?"

And you made it easy on me Babe

You smiled

And I could see that life had got to you too

It was nothing serious

Just a flesh wound

Still working on the dream

And I said "Hey babe ain't it time we started living?"

Ain't it time we started living?

Ain't it time we started living?

Ain't it time we started living?

In a car park?

But then the future broke through

And I knew

That I was right

Ain't it time we started feeling?

Ain't it time we started feeling?

Ain't it time we started feeling?