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Acrylic Afternoons Lyrics
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 T.V. 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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
Heather, Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne
come home, it's time for your tea
Song Info
Copyright
Lyrics © Bmg Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer
Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Stephen Patrick Mackey
Duration
4:09
Submitted by
delial On Mar 31, 2006
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I 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.
kinda just lusting after this one girl in green, and the kids catch them at it i suppose, cool song
I 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
The 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.