"Acrylic Afternoons" as written by Nick Banks, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Candida Doyle, Stephen Patrick Mackey and Russell Senior....
I fell asleep on your sofa,
And had a dream about a small child,
In dungarees,
Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro.
Then my face cracked open and you were there,
You were there dressed in green,
Saying something obscene.
But that's why I came here in the first place,
Oh well that and the tea.

Can I stay here,
Lying under the table together with you now?
Can I hold you?
Forever in acrylic afternoons
I want to hold you tight
Whilst children play outside
And wait for their mothers to finish with lovers
And call them inside for their tea.

Cushions and TV,
And the table set for tea.
One for you, one for me.
Come and lie down on the settee,
In that green jumper,
You can have anything you want.
And the clock is saying,
It's half past four but you know,
I want to stay a little more.

Can I stay here,
Lying under the table together with you now?
Can I hold you?
Forever in acrylic afternoons
I want to hold you tight
Whilst children play outside
And wait for their mothers to finish with lovers
And call them inside for their tea.

On a pink quilted eiderdown,
I want to pull your knickers down.
Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze.
Lemonade light filtering through the trees.
It's so soft and it's warm.
Just another cup of tea please (one lump thanks).

Can I stay here,
Lying under the table together with you now?
Can I hold you?
Forever in acrylic afternoons
I want to hold you tight
Whilst children play outside
And wait for their mothers to finish with lovers
And call them inside for their tea.

Oh Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank,
Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come home.
It's time for your tea.


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"Acrylic Afternoons" as written by Jarvis Branson Cocker Candida Doyle

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentI think it's about being a lover to a married woman. He wants to stay longer, he's imagining them being together, having kids, being happy. It's more than just lust, it might be love. There's something really sad about this song, and I think that it's called Acrylic afternoons because they're not real, they end, but for a moment, when they lie together under the table, they seem like a fairytale.
    apocalypsespiriton November 05, 2009   Link
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    General Commentkinda just lusting after this one girl in green, and the kids catch them at it i suppose, cool song
    King of Some Islandon January 07, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI thought the last lyrics were - I want to die in heaven, till you uh come home.

    though i can hear wayne dilan heather. :P Brilliant Seductive song ~ pulp are so sleazy

    DrParanoidAndroidon January 25, 2010   Link
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    My InterpretationThe weird twilight zone when you fall asleep in the afternoon, in this case after making love. The singer dozes and dreams of his childhood, mixing it up with the eerie, nostalgic sound of kids in the street released from school. A mish-mash of different times – long childhood afternoons of half-bored play, the feeling of time slipping away in the here and now, trying to grasp moments of sexual ecstasy as they slip through your fingers. We are innocent when we dream.
    brianeyeson September 21, 2015   Link

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