The Moon Has Goed Down on the Sun

Pulp's third album Separations 92, the decent one. There's actually a song called She's Dead and she's not dead. She's just walking away. The moon has gone down on the sun. Now that's a double entendre. You want him confessing to sweaty illicit affairs or hiding in a closet even sweatier while he's observing the illicit affairs of others. He sells meat. He rents heart by the hour. What the haves themselves often do not have is spine and charisma and galvanizing fury and also libido.