“What if you never come down?”
What if you never come down?
and this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and you want to call your mother and say "mother, I can never come home again because I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in hampshire, alright"
My favourite Pulp song constantly changes. At the moment it's this, but that could change any time soon.
La mera pulpa britt
Happy Happy Friday
heck yeah