According to Adele, things that are able to be chased, or are chase-able.
Bob: Should I give up, or should I just keep on chasing pavements?
Dave: Stop singing that. The lyrics don't even make sense.
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In Britain, a raised pedestrian footpath on either side of a vehicular road (sidewalk). Or the material that such a path is composed of.
FYI: Americans use both "sidewalk" and "pavement."
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The real name for what the simplistic Americans call a "side walk". I can only assume that this name was picked as several Americans died through not knowing where to walk so they walked in the road, hence the turning of the name of a pavement into a set of instructions.
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The death place of people who talk shit and end up dead.
yo that suckas down on the pavement.
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A hard substance used to make a paved surface (such as a road), or the paved surface its self. Types of pavement include: concrete, asphalt, cobblestones or bricks. Also used by the British as a synonym for sidewalk.
I used to live on a dirt road out in the country, but the road crew came by and put some pavement down. Now my car isn't so dirty.
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An animal that has been killed by a vehicle on the road, and has subsequently been run over so many times that it is no thicker than a pancake.
I donβt want to be the one to tell my daughter that βMiss Fluffyβ is now a pavement pancake.
British Royal Navy slang dating from around the time of World War I. A Pavement Fairy is the name for a prostitute, whore or woman of easy virtue. The pavement part comes from these women having 'beats' on the pavement of a particular street, whilst the fairy has nothing to do with homosexuality, but possibly derives from Cinderella's Fairy Godmother who makes wishes come true.
At one time Union Street, in Plymouth UK was notorious for the numbers of pavement fairies plying their trade to give solace to soldiers, sailors and Royal Marines. There's even a rude version of the Irish folk song 'The Spanish Lady' that mentions both Plymouth and a pavement fairy:
As I walked into Plymouth City,
Union Street it was late at night,
There did I see a pavement fairy
Washing her snatch in the pale moonlight,
First she washed it then she dried it
Over a fire of red hot coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
So much singed hair round a dirty great hole.
Joe's out on the razzle tonight, but he's goin' for the pavement fairy first before he gets too pissed.