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Thomas Dolby - Pulp Culture (Aliens ate my buick)

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Uploaded by on Nov 8, 2009

Written by Thomas Dolby.
From "Aliens Ate My Buick" (EMI / Manhattan, 1988).
Vocals and Keyboards: Thomas Dolby
Synthesizers: Mike Kapitan
Guitar: Larry Treadwell
Bass: Terry Jackson
Congas and Timbales: Arno Lucas
Drums: David Owens
Backing Vocals and Percussion: Laura Creamer
Artwork by Steve Vance.
Engineered by Bill Bottrell.
Co-engineered by Daryl Koutnik and Mike Tacci.
Produced by Bill Bottrell and Thomas Dolby.

---Lyrics---

I drove all over Hollywood looking at the stars
First I ate my Milky Way and then I ate my Mars
But sucking on a Galaxy I noticed something pretty bizarre
There's not a lot of people there, just an awful lot of cars.

Stale pulp culture take it away
True pulp culture help to redefine it
Old pulp culture day upon day
Young pulp culture help to undermine it
Sham pulp culture buried in time
True pulp culture there to be plundered
Same pulp culture year upon year
Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred...

Shake off that thing now you gotten used to it
And here is one you won't wanna parlay
In a small round cruel scum brown brat shack dumb world
Another dozen unchained!

Stale pulp culture take it away
New pulp culture help to undermine it
Old pulp culture day upon day
Young pulp culture serve to redefine it
Sham pulp culture buried in time
True pulp culture there to be plundered
Same pulp culture year upon year
Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred...

If a child ever rose on the wings of a dove
Or the claws of a vulture
Then a man ain't a man when he don't understand
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
4 x Pulp culture

Do you really love me girl?
I think I know but I wanna be sure
You tell it to me all night long
Still I wanna hear it some more
You tell me in the bathroom babe
And you tell me back in the hall
You tell me on the kitchen table
And up against the wall, what it is.
So check beneath your fingernails
In between your toes
Right between your earlobes darling
That's where culture grows.
It's breeding in your short and curlies, ready to expand.
From the heart of Poison City out over televisionland
With a gun

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  • Good shit is never appreciated.

  • 184dave you champion. Does anyone know who played bass?

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  • Still rocking it!

    

  • @davebijoux Thomas Dolby – keyboards, vocals

    Larry Treadwell – guitar

    Terry Jackson – bass

    David Owens – drums

    Mike Kapitan – synthesizer

    Arno Lucas – congas, timbales

    Laura Creamer – percussion, vocals

    Bill Watrous – trombone

  • very very nice post! I rocked this in my 64 chevelle so so many times. The whole album has a vibe that if you let yoursel get into can become it's own world.

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  • Damn I love this song

  • Mega good !!

  • Brilliant songwriting. This is a great song... an underrated classic!

  • I love it

  • What are the background vocalists saying in the chorus?

  • The album cover makes it look like Thomas's eyes are pointing in different directions.

  • That bass is not generated by a Fairlight.

    May have been processed through it, but the tracks are analog human bassist.

    They did good on this one.

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