Different Class is an album by English Britpop band Pulp. It was released in 1995 at the height of Britpop, and led to the band being regarded as part of that movement. Two of the singles on the album – "Common People" (which reached number two in the UK singles chart) and "Disco 2000" (which reached number seven) – were especially notable, and helped propel Pulp to nationwide fame. A "deluxe edition" of Different Class was released on 11 September 2006. It contains a second disc of B-sides, demos and rarities. The album was the winner of the 1996 Mercury Read Full BioDifferent Class is an album by English Britpop band Pulp. It was released in 1995 at the height of Britpop, and led to the band being regarded as part of that movement. Two of the singles on the album – "Common People" (which reached number two in the UK singles chart) and "Disco 2000" (which reached number seven) – were especially notable, and helped propel Pulp to nationwide fame. A "deluxe edition" of Different Class was released on 11 September 2006. It contains a second disc of B-sides, demos and rarities.
The album was the winner of the 1996 Mercury Music Prize. In 1998 Q readers voted Different Class the 37th greatest album of all time; a repeat poll in 2006 put it at number 85. In 2000 the same magazine placed it at number 46 in its list of the 100 Greatest British Albums Ever. In 2004 it was voted number 70 of Channel 4's 100 greatest albums. The album is also included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
The album include the insert "Please do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the recordings", also included in anothers Pulp's albums.
The album was the winner of the 1996 Mercury Music Prize. In 1998 Q readers voted Different Class the 37th greatest album of all time; a repeat poll in 2006 put it at number 85. In 2000 the same magazine placed it at number 46 in its list of the 100 Greatest British Albums Ever. In 2004 it was voted number 70 of Channel 4's 100 greatest albums. The album is also included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
The album include the insert "Please do not read the lyrics whilst listening to the recordings", also included in anothers Pulp's albums.
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Mis-Shapes
Pulp Lyrics
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here, too, oh really
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'Cause they just wanna keep us out
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat
But revenge is going to be so sweet, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the sidelines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of
That's our minds
Check your lucky numbers
That much money could drag you under, oh
What's the point in being rich
If you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't supposed to be
We learnt too much at school
Now we can't help but see
That the future that you've got mapped out
Is nothing much to shout about, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the sidelines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of
That's our minds
And brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat
But revenge is gonna be so sweet
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the sidelines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of
That's our minds, yeah
And that's our minds, yeah
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Stephen Patrick Mackey
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eszopiclona
Lyrics
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'Cause they just want to keep us out
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the side-lines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
Check your lucky numbers
That much money could drag you under, oh
What's the point in being rich
If you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't supposed to be
We learnt too much at school now we can't help but see
That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the side-lines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
And brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the sidelines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds, yeah
And that's our minds. Yeah
alphatango933
WE SHALL FLIGHT THEM IN THE BEACHES +
"THE KINGS HEAD" YOU KNOW THE SCORE
10 BLOKES WITH TACHES IN THE SHORT SLEEVED
WHITE SHIRT TELLING YOU THAT YOUR THE WEIRDO
FEAR NOT BROTHER + SISTER
WE SHALL PREVAIL
LIVE ON
Javier SP
Jarvis's dancing and finger pointing in this video is utterly brilliant.
Lynda Net
Yes it is
Olivia Cyrus
Love it- Ultimately we use our minds 👏🏽👍🏽😁💃🏻
Steve Pafford
was there actually. And 25 years later I finally write about it all https://stevepafford.com/differentclass25/
Verminskyi
One might say it's...."on point!"
Talorc MacAllan
nothing says Jarvinio like a point
eszopiclona
Lyrics
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
We'd like to go to town but we can't risk it, oh
'Cause they just want to keep us out
You could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the side-lines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
Check your lucky numbers
That much money could drag you under, oh
What's the point in being rich
If you can't think what to do with it?
'Cause you're so bleeding thick
Oh, we weren't supposed to be
We learnt too much at school now we can't help but see
That the future that you've got mapped out is nothing much to shout about, oh-oh-oh
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the side-lines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds
And brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat, but revenge is going to be so sweet.
We're making a move, we're making it now
We're coming out of the sidelines
Just put your hands up, it's a raid, yeah
We want your homes, we want your lives
We want the things you won't allow us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of, that's our minds, yeah
And that's our minds. Yeah
OhNoItsDoozy
Sounds like a poem
james shanks
You are a legend
71PG
Looking back, Pulp were the best band of this era. Never realised it at the time.