Song 43: “Common People,” Pulp.
“And then in 30 seconds time, she said, ‘I wanna live like common people. I wanna do whatever common people do. Wanna sleep with common people. I wanna sleep with common people like you.’” Brit Pop at its finest: jaded, decadent, the frisson of the bourgeois louche.
“They dance and drink and screw ’cause there’s nothing else to do.”
By the way, is that a young, airbrushed Ray Liotta in the purple shirt?