The Trees (Lovejoy The No Jazz Mix) - Pulp
Lyrics by：Nick Banks/Jarvis Cocker/Candida Doyle/Steve Mackey/Stanley Myers/Hal Shaper/Mark Webber
Composed by：Nick Banks/Jarvis Cocker/Candida Doyle/Steve Mackey/Stanley Myers/Hal Shaper/Mark Webber
Produced by：Scott Walker/Peter Walsh
I took an air rifle
Shot a magpie to the ground
And it died without a sound
Your skin's so pale
Against the fallen autumn leaves
No-one saw us but the trees
Yeah the trees
Those useless trees
Produce the air
That I am breathing
Yeah the trees
Those useless trees
They never said
That you were leaving
I carved your name
With a heart just up above
Now swollen distorted
Unrecognisable like our love
You smell of leaf mould
And the sweetness of decay
Or the incense at the funeral
Procession here today
Try to shape the world
To what you want the world to be
Carving your name a thousand times
Won't bring you back to me
Oh no no I might as well
Go tell
It to the trees
