F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down,
Right down to the broken handle
On the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room
Has also assumed a familiar shape:
The same events
shuffled in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre.
And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.
What...is...this feeling called love?
Why me? Why you? Why here? Why now?
It doesn't make no sense. No.
It's not convenient. No.
It doesn't fit my plans. No.
It's something I don't understand. Oh.
(F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E. )
And as I stand and cross the room
I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight
This room has become
the centre of the entire universe.
So what do I do?
I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like I'm standing on top of a very high building.
Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies,
But this isn't chocolate boxes and roses
It's dirtier than that,
Like some small animal that only comes out at night.
And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts
And the curve of your belly
And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.
It's so cold yeah it's so cold. Oh.
What...is...this feeling called love?
Why me? Why you? Why here? And why now? Oh.
It doesn't make no sense. No.
It's not convenient. No.
It doesn't fit my plans
but I got that taste in my mouth again, oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.






Storyboard del 90% de las historias de AMOR

POCO SE SABE

Yo no sabía que
no tenerte podía ser dulce como
nombrarte para que vengas aunque
no vengas y no haya sino
tu ausencia tan
dura como el golpe que
me di en la cara pensando en vos


























I DO NOT KNOW IT...

ANYWAY














Pulp es de esas bandas que quizas no las conoces hasta que alguien viene y te da para escuchar "Cammone People", de inmediato (por lo menos en mi caso) te volves fanatico y buscas algun disco para seguir escuchando mas.

Es cuestion de tiempo que se genere es hipervinculo entre Pulp y la persona que amablemte te hizo escucharlos.

Con lo cual considero que hay que elegir muy bien a la persona que uno va a mostrarle PULP.

Yo estoy conforme de mi legado