Weeds
Pulp Lyrics


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We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds.
Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds.
Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees.

We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
Through' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow
The places you don't go.

This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust.
You want some entertainment?
Go on, shove it up me - if you must.
Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs
But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs.

We are weeds, vegetation, dense undergrowth.
Through' cracks in the pavement: there weeds will grow
The places you don't go.

If you think it's a crime
We'd like to get you out of your mind.
It's just a matter of time, yeah
We'd like to get you out of your mind.
Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah
We'd like to get you out of your mind.




For a little time: for all time.
Weed.

Overall Meaning

The song "Weeds" by Pulp starts with a description of the singer's journey across the North Sea to an unknown location, possibly outside Leeds, where he finds himself in a holding camp along with his fellow refugees. The group is identified as "weeds" because they are unwanted, neglected, and seen as a nuisance. They are compared to the vegetation that grows in the cracks of the pavement, in remote and abandoned areas that receive no visitors.


The second verse denounces the poor quality of the food that is served in the camp, which is responsible for the refugees' poor health and weakened state. The singer then addresses the listener directly, challenging their hypocrisy and lack of empathy. He accuses them of pretending to care about the environment and humanity, while in reality, they only come around to the refugee camp to indulge in vices.


The chorus reiterates the idea that the refugees are like weeds, and that they are perfectly content with their state. The song concludes with a somewhat menacing repetition of the phrase "We'd like to get you out of your mind", as if the singer wants to turn the tables on his audience and expose their inner demons.


Line by Line Meaning

We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees
We travelled across the North Sea with our luggage, with little comfort.


Wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds.
We ended up in a detention camp posted away from Leeds.


Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds.
We are passive and choose not to engage in any conflict, therefore, we are the ignored and unwanted.


Because we got no homes they call us smelly refugees.
Since we do not have a place to call home, they refer to us as unpleasant refugees.


This cut-price dairy produce that turns our bones to dust.
The cheap dairy products we consume weaken our bones, bringing us closer to death.


You want some entertainment?
Are you looking for some fun?


Go on, shove it up me - if you must.
If you feel the need, then proceed to do so. It does not matter.


Make believe you're so turned on by planting trees & shrubs
Pretend that planting trees and shrubs excites you.


But you come round to visit us when you fancy booze 'n' drugs.
You only visit us when you want to indulge in alcohol and drugs.


If you think it's a crime
If you deem it unacceptable.


We'd like to get you out of your mind.
We wish to change your perspective.


It's just a matter of time, yeah
It will not take long.


We'd like to get you out of your mind.
Once again, we hope to change your mindset.


Gonna cut you down in your prime, yeah
We will destroy you when you least expect it and at the peak of your power.


We'd like to get you out of your mind.
We reiterate our wish to change your thinking.


For a little time: for all time.
Even if it only lasts for a short while, it will be forever ingrained in your memory.


Weed.
A single affirmation of being nothing more than weeds, unwanted and ignored.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JARVIS BRANSON COCKER, STEPHEN PATRICK MACKEY, NICK BANKS, CANDIDA DOYLE, MARK ANDREW WEBBER

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