Pulp: Disco 2000

Friendship. Ah, there are so many heart-warming sing-alongable classic songs I could post for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. You’re my best friend, You’ve got a friend (in me), Get by with a little help from my friends… but no. Not tonight.

I don’t know, maybe it’s the weather, but tonight I’m feeling a bit out there. So here’s Disco 2000 from Pulp. Because friendships come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes they’re great and heartwarming, but sometimes what ties us together with our friends is quirky, awkward, bitter-sweet and tied up with a whole load of other more complicated emotions.

It’s this line that gets me: “Let’s all meet up in the year 2000.” Reminds me of spending New Year’s Eve 1989 with a group of school friends on the edge of adulthood, drunkenly promising each other that whatever happened, we’d meet up again at New Year 1999 and see the twenty-first century in together. Of course, we never did. University, husbands, jobs and, well, life, took us all miles away from each other over the intervening decade. But still, you never really forget your friends from those early days. Anyway, here’s the video (which has a surprisingly happy ending, which IMHO doesn’t match the lyrics at all). Enjoy!

“Disco 2OOO”

Well we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah. Deborah. It never suited ya.
Oh they thought that when we grew up we’d get married, never split up.
We never did it although often I thought of it.
Oh Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn’t notice me at all.
I said let’s all meet up in the year 2000.
Won’t it be strange when we’re all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o’clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you’d get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home.
Sometimes it meant nothing to you cause you were so very popular.
Ah Deborah do you recall.
Your house was very small with woodchip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn’t notice me at all.
I said let’s all meet up in the year 2000.
Won’t it be strange when we’re all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o’clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you’d get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
And now you’ve paid your money and you’ve taken your choice.
I know we’ll never meet again but I want you to know
Want you to know that I remember every single thing.
Ah do you recall.
Your house was very small with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call you didn’t notice me at all.
I said let’s all meet up in the year 2000.
Won’t it be strange when we’re all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o’clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you’d get married.
I would be living down here on my own on that damp and lonely
Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe you can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. What are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me baby you can even bring your baby.
Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh.
Written by Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Stephen Patrick Mackey • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics from Google Play Lyrics.

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