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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
He was just a social drinker but social every night He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from koover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
He was just a social drinker but social every night He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from koover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
You look a younger more beautiful version of death
But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath Now your body's facing east your heart is west And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed We should've held you closer to our chest 'Cos our shoulders were put there for that test Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess Till you placed the lemming on this family crest And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure The scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you rest It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor We pick your weightless body up from the floor We pick your weightless body up from the floor All the minutes, and the hours that you caressed Have been taken to a place that you thought best If it's heaven or it's hell you're still well blessed And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess Till you placed the lemming on this family crest And you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measure The scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you rest It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor We pick your weightless body up from the floor We pick your weightless body up from the floor Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
The sheets won't need changing everyday
The freezer supply should last a year Those hidden little points that you're away Nothing much has changed since you were here Our paths will cross some day Our paths will cross some day While you're out jogging and I'm sat snogging Some fool on a lakeside bench And when she calls I hope it's you that dials I hope it's you that feels this love inside And when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles And when I die I hope it's you I'm beside To die with her would be a worthless lie To die with her would be a worthless die To die together would be worth a try To die together would be worth a try The family pack seems larger than it should Two for one's no good when there's just one I'd raise a bigger smile if I could But me minus you equals none Our paths will cross some day Our paths will cross some day When you're out fishing and I'm sat wishing You instead of him Our paths will cross some day Our patbs will cross some day When you're out exercising and I'm there prising The pants of I my latest sin And when we kiss she knows it's you I kiss 'Cause when we kiss I always start to cry You just can't cover up these lying lips When I die I hope it's you I'm beside To die with her would be a worthless lie To die with her would be a worthless die To die together would be worth a try To die together would be worth a try An ambulance flashed past me in the street Just yards from where we were to meet I was half hoping you were dead meat That it was you that was under the sheet And as you lay there alone in the ward Fumbling for the keys to death's door At least I'd have summoned up the nerve To whisper you these words Finally! Quietly! Actually! I love you |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
This reign of plastic
That replaced the reign of gold Couldn't have known that you Would feel so undersold If love was built on hindsight Then you surely would have seen You were joining hands With the Tupperware Queen Yes you gave a groan When I took that throne But can you choose a Queen When you behave like a drone Where the silverware's not expected And certainly never been That's the ideal kingdom Of this Tupperware Queen I didn't mean to fool you Into feeling King Of anything but plastic And what plastic brings If gold is what she had It's what I could've been The unaffordable dream Of this Tupperware Queen Yes you gave a groan When I took that throne But don't expect a gem When you're quarrying for stone Where the silverware's not expected And certainty never been That's the ideal kingdom Of this Tupperware Queen In future when that moan Has turned to prone And the slightest groan Feels so overblown Remember you're a drone And the Queen however plastic Runs the honeycomb Runs the honeycomb Honeycomb, honey, honey Remember you're a drone And the Queen however plastic Runs the honeycomb |
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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
She'd brought along the oranges
He'd brought the tea They both brought along a sick-bag just in case The plate of chicken sandwiches Were lovely, they agreed And I watched him spit the bits into her face "Do you love me like you used to?" He sighs "I love you twice as much", she replies They were on the train to Venice, where else? I think tonight I fancy myself I'd rather drink that toast to my own health I think tonight I'd rather love myself And if you drink that drink to your own health I think tonight I'd rather love myself Later in the evening The sun came rolling down And they talked about their fantasies and fears Between the heavy breathing And those lighter licking sounds I heard him whisper this question in her ear "Would you still love me if I lost my legs?" "I'd see that you were loved and you were fed" "I end up in a car crash almost dead" "For richer and for partly severed head" I'd rather drink that toast to my own health I think tonight I'd rather love myself And if you drink that drink to your own health I think tonight I'd rather love myself The neighbors ask them out but they flatly refuse "We're saving up for a world-wide cruise" With a choice between a loneliness and love sick QE2's Well, tonight I choose self-abuse A four-pack in the fridge A good book on the shelf I think tonight I'd rather love myself |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Ginger Elvis Presley looked a fraction sad Roaming the whole town from bin to bin Well living on the streets wasn't all that bad Where no-one seemed to know that he was King The sound of New York City isn't police sirens wailing It's the sound of Wall Street tills whilst everyone is failing Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap You can roam the streets a King whilst everyone's asleep You can mime to any record with a hairbrush or a spoon But God help the singer out of tune A crippled Mohammad Ali looked at bad luck in the mirror Bad luck looked back at him and sighed He looked a good foot smaller and a couple of stone thinner And if anyone came toward him he would hide The sound of North America isn't Christians quietly praying It's the sound of shuffling feet that don't know where they're going Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap You can roam the streets a King whilst everyone's asleep You can fight with anybody with a glimmer of a chance But God help the boxer with no hands A homeless Greta Garbo moves across the street The moonlight shining clearly through her skirt A real life living legend that no-one wants to meet And that's when being Garbo really hurts The lyrics of "New York" may have Frank Sinatra singing But the rhythm and the melody were dead black men swinging Sometimes you feel expensive sometimes you feels so cheap You can roam the streets a Queen whilst everyone's asleep You can act with anybody from the cradle to the crypt But God help the actress who doesn't know the script |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
Love takes time we all agree
and time's not the easiest to cheat The water changes one degree When will the shiver of this river turn to sea The river does no good, no harm Tempts us like pirates to its calm Lover's shanty, devil's psalm Goddamn this river and its shiver and its charm If you've got love's A to Z Don't go dredging river bed Use your fins and use your head This river's hooked the floating dead Our lives go bounding down the strewn When will we realise minnow dreams The frustration eating you and me Our only wish to be the fish that meets the sea We cannot tell a he or she But us fish can tell a we We know the seed we know the tree When will my conker conquer thee The cheaper woman and myself We've both got ladders in our tights When you've been left on the top shelf You've got those ladders in your sights |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Love takes time we all agree and time's not the easiest to cheat The water changes one degree When will the shiver of this river turn to sea The river does no good, no harm Tempts us like pirates to its calm Lover's shanty, devil's psalm Goddamn this river and its shiver and its charm If you've got love's A to Z Don't go dredging river bed Use your fins and use your head This river's hooked the floating dead Our lives go bounding down the strewn When will we realise minnow dreams The frustration eating you and me Our only wish to be the fish that meets the sea We cannot tell a he or she But us fish can tell a we We know the seed we know the tree When will my conker conquer thee The cheaper woman and myself We've both got ladders in our tights When you've been left on the top shelf You've got those ladders in your sights |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
Little seas can be big seas
To the wrong or long of sights But the Mediterranean Looks like aspirin tonight The Doctor told me the chemist He had nothing for my plights But the Mediterranean Looks like aspirin tonight This ocean puts in motion All our wildest Crusoe thoughts Turns brain to Kontiki When it's always been left in port I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight Little voyage can be big voyage If you sail in the middle of night But the Mediterranean Needs the compass tonight It gives cheap thrills to the seagulls Life to lifes little kites But the Mediterranean Is my aspirin tonight This ocean puts in motion All our wildest Crusoe thoughts Turns brain to Kontiki When it's always been left in port I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Little seas can be big seas To the wrong or long of sights But the Mediterranean Looks like aspirin tonight The Doctor told me the chemist He had nothing for my plights But the Mediterranean Looks like aspirin tonight This ocean puts in motion All our wildest Crusoe thoughts Turns brain to Kontiki When it's always been left in port I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight Little voyage can be big voyage If you sail in the middle of night But the Mediterranean Needs the compass tonight It gives cheap thrills to the seagulls Life to lifes little kites But the Mediterranean Is my aspirin tonight This ocean puts in motion All our wildest Crusoe thoughts Turns brain to Kontiki When it's always been left in port I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight I'd rather be cemented In deep blue building site 'Cause drugs can get you higher But my chosen drug tonight Is the reliable Mediterranean Is the reliable Mediterranean Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Woman goes to heaven, it's not important when
'Cause as soon as she arrives God has to send her down again "You've got an extra five years to clean up after men" "I mean no disrespect God, but you better make it ten" Well if heaven's an improvement I won't mind the extra squeeze I've got a few more birds down there, after losing bees Trying to lose their bees So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates Alcoholic finds himself outside the pearly gates I've only got one worry God, a few outstanding slates Any tab you used to have been passed to so called mates And after they've paid-up they're off to the land of empty crates Heaven is a glass, neither half empty nor half full So do us all a favor God and give that thing a pull Give that thing a pull So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become the well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates Model turns up hours late, he had to get it right If you're gonna look cool in heaven wear something more than white Vanity's close to arrogance, just slightly more polite Fashion show a jumble sale at a slightly different height At a slightly different height So don't be shocked who queue-jumps Or who just calmly waits A certain type of behavior The guest list just creates No time for lively discussion No time for televised debates The well-meaning soon become the well meant It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates The gates, the gates |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Sadness has filled a lonely place Before that there was just a hole At least now there's sadness on my face My lower lip has finally found it's role So the wind and the rain and the snow Had no particular place to go So they thought they'd come and spend some time with me They're better friends than you could ever be Chorus: There's a tattoo, a small tattoo Waiting there unpaid for you And if you ever bump into Unlucky Don't forget who broke your heart in two You better get there early, there's a million in the queue Just waiting for the name on their tattoo Emptiness has filled a vacant heart Finally found a place for it to hide And as I wander like a fool from bar to bar Empty has become my greatest guide And the tears and the pain and the despise Looked at me through bankrupt eyes They had nowhere else that they could land So I invited them to take my bloody hand Chorus: So queuing for a tattoo and I can't decide the name I've been wondering night after night When they put that needle in me I'll scream your name in pain And I hope he spells 'you bastard' right B-A-S-T-A-R-D, stick that needle deep in me |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I forget your name I love your from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbon to shreds |
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from IF (2008)
I love you from the bottom of my pencil case
I love you in the songs I write and sing Love you because you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques that you bring Cheap, never cheap I’ll sing you songs till you’re asleep When you’ve gone upstairs I’ll creep And write it all down Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane I wrote so many songs about you I forget your name (I forget your name) Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I forget your name Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I forget your name I love you from the bottom of my pencil case I love the way you never ask me why I love to write about each wrinkle on your face And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry Deep, so deep, the number one I hope to reap Depends upon the tears you weep, so cry, lovely cry, cry, cry, cry Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too ... Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too I wrote this song for you Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel too For you.... I wrote this song for you So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds Late at night by the typewriter light, She ripped his ribbons to shreds I wrote this song for you.. |
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(Heaton/Rotheray)
I should've kept my eyes shut But I had to go and peep But when you saw what I saw Well, it's hard just to roll back to sleep I would've kept my eyes shut But I thought I heard you scream And I've a penchant for violence You don't seem to find in a dream The scene a little clearer My father with a rope And in the cage, centre-stage It's mother who's destined to choke And she choke and we choke On the words that we wish we'd not spoke Just when you felt you had someone to trust Out comes the man with the dagger and cloak I should've read the novels Believed every word But the stories they wrote Were so different to ones that I'd heard I should've kept my eyes shut My mouth should've closed But the mixture of vomit and blood Just crept up through my nose It became a little clearer As soon as I awoke My father stands with rope in hand A screaming mother kneels in hope And she hope and we hope That me words that she said won't provoke A smile is removed and a petal is crushed What once was a laugh has turned into a joke You should've kept your mouth shut ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PAUL HEATON, DAVE ROTHERAY <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Imagine sailing solo around the world
Only to find you've missed a continent out And as your happy turns choppy and tidal wave swirls You're wondering why there's no one about At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot Where he planned to put up Union Jack And though Captain Cook cursed the map that he took He got near enough for native's attack That's how it feels trying to navigate you Even with compass and infinite time And just when I think I've found some part that's new I find a flag already up that's not mine Circling you is journey minus view Exploration without reason or reward 'Cause when I get near, you use an arrow or spear To prevent my heart ever being shored The earth ain't flat but it's a simple doormat Compared to your unclimbable self The desolate terrain, you have to cross to your brain Just one of your slippery shelves That's how it feels trying to navigate you Even with compass and infinite time And just when I think I've found some part that's new I find a flag already up that's not mine And if I ever get close, I'll need a banner or post To hang it from, first there or not So voyage may uncover a sister or brother And a friendship that Colombus forgot |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
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And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone And everyone is blonde And everyone is beautiful and when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful And when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning flares Battle-Khaki personality With red underwear This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone Anywhere alone The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-one knows if they've done more here Than they ever would do in a jar This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone This could be Rotterdam or anywhere Liverpool or Rome 'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere Anywhere alone |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
All the secrets we have shared
Have moved to a couple better paired So if he impales himself on javelin or spike I will try my best to be the perfect lookalike And if he wants to be smart And enter a property quiz Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my not his Now you've found someone new May I watch him do what I used to do So if he dies an ugly death or even if he faints I'll be there at the window with my face pressed up against Maybe I shouted too loud Maybe you were blissfully deaf But I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my not his I hope he likes to fly And is a good host to every guest 'Cause there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored to death Yes there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored to death And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch I will gladly supplement that extra little inch And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not his If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my not his Now you've found someone new |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
I set out to wander
Up lonely man street Where faith and devotion, I would hopefully meet I went there with nothing Packed as light as I could And you begged me to stay, Though you knew, Baby I'm no good I'll love you forever You'll stay in my heart But all that I wanted Was doomed from the start I thought you could save me Well if anyone could But I knew that you knew all along Baby I'm no good Not once was I faithful, I cheated and lied I know that you loved me But my hands, they were tied I followed the voices Like a weak man should And I guess they were right about me, Baby I'm no good In the end when I've fallen Face down in the rain And you come back to ask me What I lost, what I gained I'd probably answer I did all that I could But it wasn't that much I'm afraid, Baby I'm no good No it wasn't that much I'm afraid Baby I'm no good |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Line One is the time That you, you first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine And we cried Line Two we're away And we both, we both had nowhere to stay Well the bus-shelter's always OK When you're young Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case That you die Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys Not through the age or the failure, children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Line Three I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Line Four in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did Now you're older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case You should die Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty 25th of Decembers Fifty-nine 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times, children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes Well my eyes look like a map of the town And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown But you'll never hear the crack of a frown When you are here You'll never hear the crack Of a frown |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral?
Milan with it's glamour and it's pace? London with it's river and it's bridges? Lisbon with it's beauty and it's grace? Funny looking buses Climb it's pot-bellied hills And a solitary jogger Times the time he kills Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you have guessed, so none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is dragging me down Dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Dragging me down, down, down Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit? Madrid with it's market square? Paris with it's bustling cafes? Hull with it's musical flair? Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you have guessed so none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain How can you like this place when it never even rains? Never even rains Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
'I fought hard in the Second World War' You hear them shout No good bragging about the Afrika Korps It was Beadle's About They dressed you up and took you off to World War One Armed you and surrounded you with wire Sat in stinking mud you sung your stupid songs And waited till they told you when to fire Cause the rulers always laugh At a video bloodbath Nothing makes them laugh Like a video bloodbath From the First World War to the Yom-Kippur It was Beadle's About The bayonets slice, the rockets roar And he jumps out Fond memories of the bloody bridge you failed to hold Many of your buddies killed or maimed You would've shot at rabbits if that's what you'd been told Till the General said 'I'm sorry you've been framed' Cause the rulers always laugh At a video bloodbath And nothing gets a laugh Like a video bloodbath Chorus: Keep those entries coming Leave those cameras running Keep those entrails coming Leave those soldiers gunning Because you're sure to get a laugh With a video bloodbath Nothing gets a laugh Like a video bloodbath Here's a wacky video we got last week A bomb catches Arthur unawares He's lost both his arms and he can't see or speak But thank you for the memory you shared Cause the rulers always laugh At a video bloodbath And nothing gets a laugh Like a video bloodbath Chorus |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South - Quench (2003)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12 Baby keep a little 2 for me She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams It's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8 You wanna see the smile on my face And even at my door, with a poor poor 4 There ain't no man can replace 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight If he's extra large well I'm in charge I can work this thing on top If he's XXL well what the hell Every penny don't fit the slot The anorexic chicks, the model 6 They don't hold no weight with me Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine But I like to hold something I can see 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight I've bought a watch, to time your beauty But I've had to fit a second hand I've bought a calendar, and every month Is taken up by lover man 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight 'Cause we love our love, in different sizes I love her body, especially the lies Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes Promise me this, take me tonight |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
I once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take me back So I'll cry with a limp Just get by on a limb Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek And farewell my sweet Northern Rose Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die, let it die |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
I once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take me back So I'll cry with a limp Just get by on a limb Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek And farewell my sweet Northern Rose Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly 'well this love could mend' Let it die, let it die, let it die |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Like the toupee on a fading fame The final whistle in a losing game Thick lipstick on a five year old girl It makes you think it's a plastic world A plastic world and we're all plastic too Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do You're trying to walk like giants but you're wearing Pluto's shoes And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun A howling scream in a church asleep Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep Like an ear-ring on the newly born Strong perfume on a winter's morn The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me There's only one God There should be two or three One God There should be two or three One God There should be two or three Two or three |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Old Red eyes is back Red from the night before the night before Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door Old Red's in town And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed They're only red from all the women that I could've wed So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Listen up Old Red You never listened to a word the doctor said He told you if you drank another you'd be dead Old Red Eyes is back His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head They're only red from all the things I could have done instead So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue Blue is a street without an end Red is the colour of my hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the colour of farewell Old Red he died And every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side A lazy little tear running from each eye They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue They could never be blue |
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This is my life and this is how it reads For every chapter, a thousand memories A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease Diary entry 9th of May '62 We've had some ugly babies but none were quite like you Diary entry '62 end of May It looks as if the nose and chin are definitely here to stay They're here to stay, they're here to stay If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking I'm a failure You are, you are And if I seem half-hearted, it's because I'm broken hearted And I'm a failure You are, you are, you are (I am) You are, you are, you are (I am) This is my life and this is how it reads A documentary that nobody believes Albert Steptoe in 'Gone with the Breeze' Mother played by Peter Beardsley, father by John Cleese Diary entry '68 end of the year A cardboard Apollo 6 has given the all clear 11th December '68 Captain's log Proposed trip to Mars is cancelled due to fog It's due to fog, it's due to fog If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking I'm a failure You are, you are And if I seem half-hearted, it's because I'm broken hearted And I'm a failure You are, you are, you are (I am) You are, you are, you are (I am) This is the play, it was I who wrote the script Terry meets June in 'Tales from the Crypt' It was going to be a film but the camera person slipped They later found him scolding a banana Diary entry 10th of April '89 The world is going mad but me I'm doing fine I'm doing fine Back to bed, back to reality |
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