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Sitting alone on a cold bar stool,
Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool.
Pastel-white features,
High cheek-bones,
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
Sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Brittle fingers,
And thin cigarettes,
So hard to tell apart,
She hasn't spoken yet.
You put your hand on mine,
Death white on brown,
Those whirlpool eyes;
Well, I begin to drown.
The girl of my nightmares,
Erotic and skull-faced.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
Feather-weight perfection,
Anorexic beauty,
Underweight
Goddess.
Sitting alone on
A cold bar stool, your
So hard to tell apart,
She hasn't spoken yet.
Pastel-white features,
High cheek-bones,
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
Sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
Feather-weight perfection,
Anorexic beauty,
Underweight
Goddess.
Your cold, hard eyes make me feel a fool.
Pastel-white features,
High cheek-bones,
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
Sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Brittle fingers,
And thin cigarettes,
So hard to tell apart,
She hasn't spoken yet.
You put your hand on mine,
Death white on brown,
Those whirlpool eyes;
Well, I begin to drown.
The girl of my nightmares,
Erotic and skull-faced.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
Feather-weight perfection,
Anorexic beauty,
Underweight
Goddess.
Sitting alone on
A cold bar stool, your
So hard to tell apart,
She hasn't spoken yet.
Pastel-white features,
High cheek-bones,
Scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones.
The girl of my nightmares,
Sultry and corpse-like.
The girl
Of my
Nightmares.
Anorexic beauty,
Feather-weight perfection,
Anorexic beauty,
Underweight
Goddess.
Lyrics submitted by papercutdoll
Track duration: 02:57
"Anorexic Beauty" as written by Russell Senior Candida Doyle
Lyrics © CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC.
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either way it seems to be very much 1) obviously from Pulp's early days, b) a Russell Senior-headed effort as evidenced by his taking lead vocal (nearly unprecedented in Pulp's canon) + possibly acquiring the lyrics (from another?) of his own accord.
Russell also takes lead vocal on The Will to Power, This House is Condemned, & (record-session only) Srpski Jeb - other pre-1990s efforts which sound unlike the rest of Pulp's canon... although I do adore Russell (loved that violin!) he can be a bit odd with his choices sometimes.
(BTW this is delph from above - forgot prev login.) but yeah, i don't see how this song glamourizes anorexia any more than 'Sorted out for Es and Wizz' is upbeat positive about, well, Es & wizz & drugs in general - listen closely & they're both sad, mocking songs (speaking as one who had her stint in the design/fashion industry on both sides of the camera-lens)
odd song with a biting tone, a tone of mockery, that i've seen some young girls taking in earnest. - speaking as a youngish girl myself.