Jarvis Cocker Quotes

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And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has become the centre of the entire universe.
Jarvis Cocker
Because the idea that a culture could reveal more of itself through its throwaway items than through its supposedly revered artefacts was fascinating to me. Still is.
Jarvis Cocker (Good Pop, Bad Pop)
I love your body 'cause I've lost my mind If you want someone to talk to, you're wasting your time If you want someone to share your life, you need someone who's alive And if every relationship is a two-way street, I have been screwing in the back whilst you drive I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow I never said I was big, I never said that I was clever And if you're waiting to find what's going on in my mind, you could be waiting forever Forever and ever I can dance you to the end of the night 'cause I'm afraid of the dark I have to confess: I'm out of my depth You're going over my head and straight through my heart Some girls like to play it dirty, some girls want to be your mum Me, I disrespected you whilst we were waiting for the taxi to come My morality is shabby, my behaviour unacceptable No, I'm not looking for a relationship, just a willing receptacle I never said I was... I never said I was... I never said I was... I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow My lack of knowledge is vast, and my horizons are narrow Oh, yeah. I never said I was big, I never said that I was clever And if you're waiting to find what's going on in my mind, you could be waiting forever Forever and ever
Jarvis Cocker
Israel was thinking of warm beer, and muffins, and Wensleydale cheese, and Wallace and Gromit, and the music of Elgar, and the Clash, and the Beatles, and Jarvis Cocker, and the white cliffs of Dover, and Big Bend, and the West End, and Stonehenge, and Alton Towers, and the Last Night of the Proms, and Glastonbury, and William Hogarth, and William Blake, and Just William, and Winston Churchill, and the North Circular Road, and Grodzinski's for coffee, and rubbish, and potholes, and a slice of Stilton and a pickled onion, and George Orwell. And Gloria, of course. He was almost home to Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A.
Ian Sansom (The Book Stops Here (Mobile Library Mystery, #3))
Our fantasies are what make us unique; they provide us with our point of view; organizing how we see and experience the world around us. (..) Jarvis Cocker: ‘It doesn’t really matter where things happen, it’s kinda what’s going on in your head that makes life interesting.’" "psychological benefits" "the shared pleasure of intertextual recognition
John Storey (Cultural Theory and Popular Culture: An Introduction)
Our fantasies are what make us unique; they provide us with our point of view; organizing how we see and experience the world around us. (..) Jarvis Cocker: ‘It doesn’t really matter where things happen, it’s kinda what’s going on in your head that makes life interesting.’" "psychological benefits" "the shared pleasure of intertextual recognition" 《Cultural Theory and Popular Culture : An Introduction (5th Edition)》
John Storey
I go to art more as something that's going to give me some clue as to how to live your life, or an angle on life that's going to interest me. Human beings haven't changed that much over the centuries, so I'm not really bothered what period it comes from.
Penguin Classics (The Happy Reader – Issue 10)
Anyone who thinks they’re sexy needs their head checked.
Jarvis Cocker
Oh, there’s stacks to do and there’s stacks to see, there’s stacks to touch and there’s stacks to be, so many ways to spend your time, such a lot that I know that you’ve got.
Jarvis Cocker
There was obviously something in the air as thirtysomething urbanite Jarvis Cocker of Pulp started writing songs about trees (albeit with a polluted humour) and even the 43-year-old guru of frozen electronica, Gary Numan expressed to Mojo magazine his appreciation of ‘amazing sunsets – they’re so beautiful. The whole sky goes purple and black. I never thought that happened in England until I lived in the countryside. In the winter you get that light, it’s as if you’ve turned the goodness up, it’s good light. People pay to go into galleries to look at bricks and cut-up sheep and say it’s art, but you can sit in your garden and see the most amazing things you’ll ever see and people take it for granted ... people amaze me. A lot of people seem to have lost sight of genuine beauty. Am I sounding really old?
Steve Malins (Depeche Mode: The Biography: A Biography)
was more ‘impromptu daytime chemistry class’ than ‘Good evening, Wembley!’ & then the band ‘burst’ on to the stage wearing a set of pensioners’ curtains. In broad daylight. In front of the whole school. Complete & utter humiliation. The memory still makes me shudder. & it was all downhill from there.
Jarvis Cocker (Good Pop, Bad Pop)
Actually – don’t think about it (that would be defeating the object): FEEL it. FEEL the bass travelling through your body & telling you how & when to move. The human brain has been put in its proper place: on an equal footing with the other major organs. It’s no longer bossing everyone else around. All on a level playing field. Or preferably, a level dance floor. We move as one. & we can now discover a new version of ourselves: the Night Version.
Jarvis Cocker (Good Pop, Bad Pop)
What was going on with this guy? It was hard to tell, all through his forties. He was more beloved than ever, though his new music had no impact at all. He looked divine posing for photos with Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, who presented him with one of his many Lifetime Achievement Awards. He was excited about his Web site. He had shiny new teeth. He’d become one of those Thanks for the Memories guys, which wasn’t really the kind of artist he’d ever wanted to be. His pop albums were Bowie trying to guess what might be popular; his art albums were Bowie trying to guess what might be cool. But these albums were neither popular nor cool. It turned out nobody wanted to hear Bowie sound unsure of himself. Nobody held it against him. He’d given the world enough.
Rob Sheffield (On Bowie)