Goodnight
Pulp · Other Songs - Pulp
The time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place
Your eyelids heavy, you make your way down the yellow streets past rows
and rows of houses
Curtains drawn tight against the cold night air
To a flight of stairs which lead to a room where a
bed is waiting for you to lie down
Perhaps alone, perhaps not and go to sleep again
They wait alone in unused rooms
They sit and they remember
Oh, please remember
So you lie on your back in the dark and listen to the
blood rushing in your ears
And the soft "tick, tick, tick" of your watch against
the mattress springs
Patterns merge behind your eyes
Purple and green, glwoing gently and all is soft with furry darkness
You yawn once turn on your side and fall to sleep again
They wait alone, they bathed your eyes when nights were cold
Remember
Oh, please remember
There's something you've forgotten
When you awoke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were alone
Alone and afraid of the dark
Watching
Waiting
Watching
Waiting
As you lie on your back naked beneath the cold sheets
Not dead, just sleeping
Sleeping
And you will never wake again.
Goodnight
Goodnight stands as a poignant song in Pulp's extensive catalogue, capturing the band's signature blend of Britpop observation and emotional resonance. While often overshadowed by the high-energy anthems of their Different Class era, this track showcases the group's ability to craft intimate, atmospheric soundscapes. The recording reflects Jarvis Cocker's characteristic lyrical precision, exploring themes of exhaustion and quiet reflection without relying on grandiose declarations. As part of a broader body of work that ranges from the sharp social commentary of His 'n' Hers to the experimental textures of This Is Hardcore, Goodnight reinforces Pulp's reputation for balancing pop accessibility with artistic depth. The song remains a testament to their enduring influence on British music, offering listeners a moment of subdued contemplation within a dynamic discography.