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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)
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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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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
(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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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
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)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
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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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
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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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Here he comes - Mother's Pride With the first ever satchel she bought him swinging by his side Here he comes Mother's Pride With a headful of 'get your laces tied' and 'woe betide' With a year's supply of sandwiches and fairy cakes That she provides for him to eat at dinner breaks It's no surprise at all, at ad the friends he makes His stomach aches he's Mother's Pride He's presentable, well looked after He's domestically disastrous He's adorable - Mother's Pride Here he comes - Father's Pride With a head filled up with devil dogs and genocide Here he comes - Father's Pride He's showing all the kids his tickets for ringside He'll always roam the yard looking for a fight He'll pick on all the kids who're twice his height He's the reason dinner ladies toss and turn at night Teacher's Blight - Father's Pride He's the image of his Dad Mickey Mouse meets Jack the Lad He's never sad - Father's Pride Here he comes Mother's Pride Here he comes Father's Pride Here he comes Mother's Pride Father's Pride His Mother's Pride ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PAUL HEATON, DAVE ROTHERAY <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
They say always use a condom, I say always use a whip They say be careful where you come at night, I just shoot straight from the hip When it comes to loves great fountain, I won't just take a sip I'll swallow and I'll gulp until the fountain makes me sick So it's me left with the baby and disease You can't say you didn't want it on your hands and on your knees You made me feel so special Well you were especially good I'm sorry that you misunderstood These neatly folded corduroys hide rubber underneath But the only rubber you have worn is that useless rubber sheath I won't have what I've got for you stolen by no thief 'Cause the safest sex I've ever had was hanging from a tree So you've left me for another pretty face That's not true I left you for one half the human race Now I'm by myself A woman who knows her place It's not so much the chase, it's the race They say treat her like a lady and she'll treat you like her jewels They say cruel to be kind, I just say cruel to be cruel They say only marry once, I say only marry fools They wouldn't have made the cane if you weren't meant to break the rules Have you told them that you'll hurt them then be gone? I've told them that I'll hurt them if that really turns them on You left a bitter scar I tied those ropes too tight! I'll tie them loose for you tonight When I told you that I loved you I meant mini-correct When I said I'd never leave you I meant mini-correct A ring around your finger, a chain around your neck That was major correct |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
That grand facade
Will finally diminish When he breaks your heart From start to finish Sisters dream of isles in paradise That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized The smile that you now know was a guise Left his clever lips and stole the prize So women take a loser's good advice Let your hem go floating out but use the anchor twice Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks Just grab the dice and hope you roll a six, a six That grand facade Will finally diminish When he breaks your heart From start to finish Sisters dream of isles in paradise That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized The happiness that you now know was a guise Left his clever lips and stole the prize So women take a loser's good advice Let your hem go floating out but use the anchor twice Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks Just grab the dice and hope you roll a six, a six So as nature gave out semen To the jealous and the sick Jesus gave out candies To the dim or partially lit And woman you're a lighthouse While the candle only drips Girl you are a shining star In masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse In masculine eclipse |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
You can't write a novel from a briefcase You can write a poem from a trench You can dream a dream from A to B But you can't catch a bus from a bench You don't back a horse called Striding Snail You don't name your boat Titanic II So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven but your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue You can't build a brewery on a cemetery You can build a pub on a church And people fall quicker than buildings do You have to decide what comes first You don't call a plane the Flying Roman 'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven but your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool And Keats from the top of a hill So I'm going to save my special song for you From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill 'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled On the horizon of your smile When most think that you're holding back I know you're holding bile Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven but your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
When was the last time you felt so happy
You had to give yourself a good pinch When did you ever fail one of life's highs Without using stepladder or winch That's why the lifeless crave the past 'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched They can watch the living fizzle out to naught Without even moving one inch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks The Monday morning moaners club That meet every week on park bench At least they've earned their grumble stripes When they fought tooth and nail in the trench If you ever sat down in one place too long They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench Indecision drip feeds modesty But apathy fails even to quench That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks And even when it's every man for himself You still like to stick with the bunch You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd To risk anything on a hunch That's what keeps you alive The thought of undeserved death That's why cynics deep-sea dive Just to watch someone healthy lose breath That's what really makes you tick When the fearless are stopped in their tracks Optimism looks up counts the stars Pessimism looks down and counts cracks That's what keeps you alive |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Well sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name is like laying in a graveyard wide awake You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead I'm a stand-up comedian but I'd sit down if I could The world just seems to want folk like me to stand And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky And the laughter could be real or could be canned Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar Well living with a lying man could never really hurt But living with a drunk well no-one deserves And you're looking for your husband you're not sure he's still alive Don't bother with the cemetery he'll be down at liar's dive I'm a travelling businessman I just stopped in for one drink You'll find that I'm not like the other men Their noses are red whilst mine is only pink And they didn't choose their drink their drink chose them Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade He's visiting the seediest the shallowest of graves The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice They're singing "whisky, whisky" so good they named it twice Well don't pass buildings with lights on if I said that I did I'd have lied 'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside And son all my life I've been searching the bars I've been in I forget The lights outside ever brighter but a light on the inside not yet Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar And he's a world-wide traveller he's not like me or you But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through That one came in his work clothes he's missed his last bus home He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam If I look rough I am rough If I look sad I am If I look broke I am broke Just a broke down piece of man I've turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn and if I had one final wish I'd be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this If you took me away from this I'd be different you'd see 'Cause I didn't choose the drink a drink just chose me Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar's Bar Well I'm smoking like a chimney And I'm drinking like a fish At Liar's Bar |
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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself Let love speak up itself So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face Let it breathe into us and put you back in place Let it breathe, let it breathe From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave For it will, it will go And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass 'To the world's greatest mum From the oldest swinger in town' Let love speak up itself Let love speak up itself Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk Let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk When we're too tired to talk And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the one I was Let love rot inside and let love palm you off Let it rot, let it rot Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot In a knot, in a knot Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot Hang them from a cleaver and say 'Look what we've got A man and a woman and guess what they forgot' 'To the world's greatest mum From the oldest swinger in town' Let love speak up itself |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
The super fly guy that you're courtin' now
Used to be a super-swot And the clothes he thinks look retro Are more 'Land That Time Forgot' And if he knows where he was standin' When J.F.K was shot Chances are though time's passed him by He's still standing within yards of that spot So if your hangover feels like the dart board Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye And paranoia that self-employer Is following in heavy disguise Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go He who used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And the fly girls you hung around with then Are lucky if they even take off Dresses and skirts you thought were in Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth Like every flat beer that they serve around here We all start life as fabulous froth So why do you work yourself that hard When you don't even like the job? Why do you hate the small-time thief When it's your own time, you'll always rob? Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go Let go with the flow Books we may have written, we don't know Let go with the flow Some enchanted city we won't go |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
I came in here, just to see his guilty face
I'm just checkin' He's been dead twenty years but I sort of miss the chase I'm just checkin' I've seen folk just like her, pop their noses round the door They're just checkin' If this is where their husband was between 1 and 4 They're just checkin' Nothing hits so definite, hits so hard When he's moved from Old White Hart and he's doing the Old Graveyard We're running a check. On the love we had taken away We're running a check. That death wasn't fortnight astray Nothing hits so definite (repeat) The mask of sobriety for afternoons he'd save I'm just checkin' If he could fool me regularly he'd certainly fool his grave I'm just checkin' I've seen those widows pray for the hunt that was taken away They're just checkin' They pretend they've just popped by like they popped by yesterday They're just checkin' I came round here in case he left a slate No one settles up around here, like the widowed or the late We've seen folk like you settle bills or family feuds But no one's bought a drink for those that death excludes We're just checkin' We're just thinkin' We're just sinkin' |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
> When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right When you called me a hopeless alcoholic I'm only hopeless after nine at night And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk If I didn't you'd get terrible fright And if this is the land of hope and glory Where's the land of hope but not quite I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someones binbag But never been bono or sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been bad man sad man certified mad But never 007 or saint Trendsetter go getter international jet setter Are just a few things that I ain't The time you told class I was a half wit Was my very first 50 % Previous best in any other test Was either stolen copied or lent And when you branded me and every single one of my mates A waste of time and effort to teach Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums On someone else's deckchair and beach I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse But never been a legend to god New thing dumb thing even last year's thing Headbang? - not even a nod! I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged We've never caused a lady to faint Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy A few things they said that I ain't When popularity soared, hometown and abroad I spent most of it trying to breathe in Always ill at ease, too willing to please An inferior life's bargain bin When you come from a background of bargain bins You're bound to fear it ends where it begins So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud And too phoney to celebrate wins I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someones binbag But never been Bono or Sting However I dressed never really impressed So they never got to hear a damn thing I've been badman, sadman, certified mad But never 007 or Saint Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter Are just a few things that I ain't |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two And grovel at The drop of a hat And once they've got you down there It's so hard to re-straighten your back It we crawl at two We could crawl at one handred and two And the target brainless don't quite reach Covered so kindly in your opening speech Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought On a sideways beach Let lessons not the pupils teach Justice not the lesers breach And maggots not have fingers Wagged at by leech Well I made sure I wrote this song in braille So you could touch the words The words that sail From my mouth back to the jail You could touch the words that sail From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs And the wearing of a business suit Lead to complaints of backache And end with a Nazi salute And once they've got you down there It's so hard to re-straighten your back If we crawl at two We could crawl at two two two And the target brainless don't quite reach Covered so kindly in your opening speech Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought On a sideways beach Let lessons not the pupils teach Justice not the lesers breach And maggots not have fingers Wagged at by leech Well I made sure I wrote this song in braille So you could touch the words The words that sail From my mouth back to the jail You could touch the words that sail From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue If we crawl at two We could crawl at twenty-two If we crawl at two We could crawl at twenty-two |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
If, if you choose that we will always lose Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you decide to give him another try Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song You would take me back Well I wrote it but I lost it And now will you take me back anyway Now if, if you insist that this is for the best Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you agree to him instead of me Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter That I would have a chance Well I wrote it, and you burnt it And now do I have a chance anyway If, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone I'll sail this ship alone Between the pain and the pleasure I'll sail this ship alone Amongst the sharks and the treasure If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I burnt myself alive That you'd come running back |
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from Beautiful South - Choke (1990)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Tables turned over and curtains ripped Bottles uncollected, collected here Nothing seems to shine like these razor edges do It's a crazy little world without you I went to see a doctor and she said 'Yes, go ahead' 'Throw yourself into the sea' I wrote a will for my friends And this is how it read 'Me, me, me, me, me, me, me' No friends, everything for me, me, me No friends, just me, just me Fleet Street was a very funny place Home to the mad and the corrupt What would you say if I told you today I'd made this whole story up? I made this whole story up ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PAUL HEATON, DAVE ROTHERAY <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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from Beautiful South - Quench (2003)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
How long's a tear take to dry When a woman has no breeze? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman, when a woman's on her knees? How long's a tear take to dry When a woman hasn't sinned? How long's a tear take to dry When the weather, when the weather brings no wind? Look I'm sorry that I hurt you You look a million dollars and a dime Time's the greatest healer But love's the greatest stealer of all time I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long's a tear take to dry When almighty brings is rain? How long's a tear take to dry And do tears, and do tears really stain? This heart was like a tardis I went and lost the key in a fight I've never found a locksmith Will you be my locksmith tonight? (Will I shite) I'm so sorry, (make it plural) - My heart's broken, (mine's the same) I still love you (make it plural) You're so sweet! The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave The flowers smell sweeter, the closer you are to the grave How long does sorry really last Is it tattooed upon your heart? Or is it hung in a museum With your Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa ex-ass art? I have no summer, (I'll buy you summer) I'll buy July, if December makes you cry A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by A little or no trace face belies a lie of many days gone by -acapo |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
If you could pull yourself away from that mess
Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress 'Cause hot on the trail of self pity is wilderness Like hot on the heels of heartbreak is happiness It's an upward struggle just to be yourself (To be yourself) And if I climb too far I'll end up on the shelf When sorry's have been said and tears, tears have dried I'm still the easy route to easy ride If you could just have a good word with yourself Convince yourself you're you and no-one else Restore your confidence and your pride A soldier don't need no-one by their side It seems as though there's only me to blame (Me To Blame) Pushover, must be my middle name Just because he flushed love down the drain Doesn't mean your little heart can't be reclaimed If you could just have a good word with yourself Convince yourself you're you and no-one else Restore your confidence and your pride A soldier don't need no-one by their side And I know that what I've chosen's second best And if the passport was there then I'd say yes But departure leaves a fully feathered nest This easy bird is easily impressed This easy bird is easily impressed Your little wings broken, nest destroyed The love that he talked of, null and void If you knew you were a plaything with which they toyed Your little heart would now be the employed Next time I choose to love I'll take good aim Miss out on his sweet talk and his blame Then when I miss the target you can't complain It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Vagabonds don't fall in love They just wheel and they deal So if I turn a funny colour when you kiss me I can't help the way that I feel Hooligans don't fall in love They just break up others lives So when I come to you on bended knee Don't forget my twenty other wives So why? Turn to a life of violence and crime? So why? Why do you cheat and why do you lie? Because there's always someone with a bigger car There's always someone with a bigger cigar If you've been far There's someone who's been further than your far When you make your cart, you get to the start There's always someone in a faster cart There's always someone in a faster cart There's always someone in a faster cart Gangsters don't fall in love They just roam from town to town So when we kiss and we hold and we whisper Please don't ever write it down Hooligans don't fall in love They just lie and they drink So if you say I won't say 'I will' Then I won't I think! So why? Turn to a life of violence and crime? So why? Why do you cheat and why do you lie? Because there's always someone with a bigger car There's always someone with a bigger cigar If you've been far There's always someone who's been further than your far At last you're straight and you make a new start There's always someone with a better heart There's always someone with a better heart There's always someone with a better heart But all in all we're not so bad We never take from our own kind Bad's quite good w |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
She'd given everything she could give Twenty years of kindness made her sad Kindness never made enough to live So she sold the very last thing that she had As she held her hand out to him As he drove around the block He mouthed through the window 'just hold on' 'I've held on many years now and I haven't found a lot' Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? Many years of service with a smile Up shit creek and down the Rhine Gibraltar Rock and now the Emerald Isle He'd shined every shoe that he could shine And as he lay in his own blood Screaming 'I've been shot' He heard the Major whisper 'just hold on' 'I've held on all these years now, now what medal have I got?' Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? Sixty years and he's looking his worst Sitting in the park where she'd died Running hands through his final hair These are the words that he cried To achieve the American dream You need a trampoline To achieve the counter effect Get that whisky down your neck' And hold o |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
She'd given everything she could give Twenty years of kindness made her sad Kindness never made enough to live So she sold the very last thing that she had As she held her hand out to him As he drove around the block He mouthed through the window 'just hold on' 'I've held on many years now and I haven't found a lot' Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? Many years of service with a smile Up shit creek and down the Rhine Gibraltar Rock and now the Emerald Isle He'd shined every shoe that he could shine And as he lay in his own blood Screaming 'I've been shot' He heard the Major whisper 'just hold on' 'I've held on all these years now, now what medal have I got?' Hold on, hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? So hold on to what? Hold on to what? Holding on is harder when it's something you've not got I'll need a pair of stilts if I'm to ever reach the top So hold on! Hold on to what? Sixty years and he's looking his worst Sitting in the park where she'd died Running hands through his final hair These are the words that he cried To achieve the American dream You need a trampoline To achieve the counter effect Get that whisky down your neck' |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
No one wrote a song for me
Just instrumental not too long As sure as sure could ever be You'd only get the lyrics wrong No solo Chet Baker ever played lowered me slowly to my grave The prose that Keats and Yates would save was for King and Queen not knave I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn, I have no psalm This song I have it has no beat Yes it has no beat No tapping of feet Yes it has no beat Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues Did he play for me to lose? Cause just when round midnight falls That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's Now on that graveyard on that grave On that tombstone in the shade No poem written, no accolade No "We loved you" ever sprayed There's just this feeling from that moss When epitaph you cannot read he must have lived it at budget cost So he deserves to be beneath All that William Robinson wrote not one of my pluses did he portray those lyrics stuck right down my throat I never hit It never hit My hit parade |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Hey church I was thinking
The Third World seems to be sinking Can't you all get over there And we'll have them all over here And you can learn to catch your own food And you can learn to build your own hut And we'll make up the usual excuse To keep them in the pubs till they're shut Hey skin, I just thought The doctrine Hitler has taught Is still kicking off in the States Can't you go and join with your mates Join up with the clueless clan Dress up in a bag and a skirt End up looking like a jed Meanwhile we'll have gone mad And the hidden jukebox plays us a song For each and everyone For black, white, straight and the gay Celebrate you being away Hey Turk I was thinking OK so l may have been drinking You can come drink over here And we'll fuck them off over there Whisky for the Greek and the Turk Gin for the Arab and the Jew A double arsenic for Mister Le Pen Cause it's him who soils Europe and not you And the hidden jukebox plays us a song Everyone should sing along With a message that'll ring and ring These are the words that we sing |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Have fun And if you can't have fun Have someone else's fun 'Cause someone sure had mine They came in now they're having a whale of a time You should grow a beard A beard to tell a thousand stories never told before A beard to tell you tales, whilst the fireplace roars The closing of relationships and the opening of doors The starting of hostilities and the ending of wars Take care And if you couldn't care Take someone else's care 'Cause someone took my care They went there and then they were not there We should have a baby And then I wouldn't feel quite so sad Then I'd feel like Paul the Saint and not Jack the Lad A baby that'll make me feel so very glad I've had a life of booze, but that's all I've ever had 'Cause I'm the King of Misery The Prince of the torn apart And you're the lighthouse keeper To the owner of a ship-wrecked heart Take heart And if you can't take heart Take someone else's heart Someone took my heart They came in, now I'm torn apart We should grey together Not that pigeon-chested Trafalgar grey The grey that greets you on that first October day The grey of Russian front, whilst wolves bay And the skeleton of life that love decays 'Cause you're the Queen of Sadness The Princess of the House of Pain And you're the final match To the holder of this flickering flame |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Why forbidden fruit
Always looks so sweet Hanging down like devil's food From highest branch on tree Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Is better than a heaven forgot Yeild not to temptation Is only good advice If true love happens just the once And never ever twice Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Seems better than a heaven forgot We were happy with happily ever after But only if the plot Had bad guys we could boo and hiss And good guys we could not We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kind of drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Yes, you're kind of drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Hunt me down like your other prey Let your claws take hold If what I've chosen's truly gray Make tiger black and gold Yes, woman should be satisfied Be happy with her lot But sometimes half of him Seems better than the whole I've got Yes, sometimes half of hell right here Is better than a heaven forgot We were happy with happily ever after But only if the plot Had bad guys we could boo and hiss And good guys we could not We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kinda drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first Yes, you're kinda drawn to chocolate When you've tasted wafer first 'I can't get no satisfaction' So sang all the guys The biggest single breeding ground For a girls, 'I will survive' We'll be happy with happily ever after But only when the song Admits 'can't get no satisfaction' Wasn't all our wrong We probably feel that second best Could actually be much worse But you're kind of put off wafer When you've tasted chocolate first Yes, you're kinda put off wafer When you've tasted chocolate first Why forbidden fruit always looks so sweet? |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
I've only got one real fan
She is not woman she is not man She's got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan Her clan surpasses beauty always love and never duty A beauty that feels so alien to this land These feelings should be censored they should be banned But when you put a pornstar in these hands I'm the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram You got this straight to play the fool Miss out nursery miss out school And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram How do you make so special look like dross How do you make expensive look budget cost If it's power to the workers then you are the boss You make bluebells look like moss Gave a second coat to gloss And made Lennon's little Ono look like dross prostitution was not illegal you'd make cheap sex look so legal Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost The famous they get stalkers they get pests But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest All that Lennon could imagine was not you was just a fraction and all half hearted get is second best The famous they get stalkers they get pests But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest All that Lennon could imagine was not you was just a fraction and all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best all half hearted get is second best |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold, but stupid as mud He'll carry on regardless They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood But carry on regardless Carry on with laugh Carry on with cry Carry on with brown under moonlit sky I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I want it in this I want it in this Got one note to last all week I'll carry on regardless The hill to happiness is far too steep I'll carry on regardless Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun He carried on regardless Tried to smile and he bit his tongue But carry on regardless Carry on with work Carry on with love Carry on with cheering Anything above I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this I don't want silver, I just want gold Carry on regardless Bronze is for the sick and the old But carry on regardless I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs Not in the star signs Or the palm that she reads I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss Not in the next life I'll have it in this I'll have it in this |
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from Beautiful South - Gaze (2006)
Head over heels is fine
Unless you're in stilettos Love knows no boundaries Unless your in one of love's ghettos Love climb every mountain high But some of us are stuck in a cell All you need is love, love, love And a bloody good tunnel as well You could get here by aeroplane or boat Not unreasonable demands But I could save myself the price of a ticket If I didn't let go of your hands Never mind killing me getting there But somebody has to make plans First embrace shoots you into space And doesn't give a damn where it lands Why not take a chance on love? Even at hundred to one If we promise that we'll never let love die Within a week one of us'll be gone Love sure makes the world go round And takes you for a hell of a ride But I don't wanna waste time searching for love When it's already stood at my side Love will make you blind to the truth Romantic novels all tell So I'll spend a little time romancing by myself But that turned me blind as well You can get here by crossing sea or desert I can barely make Blackpool Sands Railroad, caravan, save it for the mad man Lets see if love just stands Never mind killing me getting there But somebody has to make plans First embrace shoots you into space And doesn't give a damn where it lands Why not take a chance on love? Even at a hundred to one If we promise that we'll never let love die Then within a week one of us'll be gone Does the length of journey your heart makes Really provide any proof? All it really proves is love never moves When it's right there under your roof My heart is in the right place Then what's the point in making that trip Stay right here with your hand on my heart See how often you cause it to skip See how often you cause it to skip See how often you cause it to skip |
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from Beautiful South - Blue Is The Colour (1996)
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Build your dream castle out of sand It's bound to get washed up anyway Dream your dreams out of last week They're bound to have come up yesterday If you want to give them flowers Make them paper ones you send Live your life a jigsaw It goes back in the box, in the end Build your dream heart from plasticine 'Cause you're putty in their hands Mould your ambition in concrete 'Cause you'll only land in quicksand Carve your dough from play-dough 'Cause they'll roll you into a ball Make your friends from Lego 'Cause Lego makes a wall 'Cause when you build big houses The paintings get stolen The devil says he's silver When you know that he is golden When papier m?h?heads make more sense than the sun Giving teacher apples could be fun or dumb Build your planes from Airfix 'Cause you'll only lose the war Write your love letters on rice paper At least you'll feed the poor Build your dream castle out of sand It's bound to get washed up anyway Dream your dreams out of last week They're bound to have come up yesterday |
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from Beautiful South - Painting It Red (2000)
Well the dice that I roll never seems to land on six And that 48 card pack is short of some of my old tricks The horse I bet on all those years ago Is probably still running round the track Like the marriage that I gambled on I'm due my money back, I'm due my money back We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light If your country code or your green cross code It can leave a lasting mark History books have showed follow safety code And stamp out your final spark Well the husband that I married once I should've kept him in a cage Kept him sitting waiting there To show the tortoise middle-age Cause you never back an animal that struggles on two legs I'd rather back a stray with three than one that sits up and just begs Than one that sits up and just begs We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light If your country code or your green cross code It can leave a lasting mark History books have showed follow safety code And stamp out your final spark We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light If your country code or your green cross code It can leave a lasting mark History books have showed follow safety code And stamp out your final spark Milk will curdle, cheese go off, expensive wine mature Kids grow up, parents down, husbands turn to tragic bore Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by date Milk will curdle, cheese go off, expensive wine mature Kids grow up, parents down, husbands turn to tragic bore Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by date |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South - Solid Bronze - Great Hits (2001)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South, The Housemartins - Soup (2008)
Everybody's talkin' at me. I can't hear a word they're sayin', Only the echoes of my mind. People stoppin' starin' I can't see their faces, Only the shadows of their eyes. I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. Woh Woh Woh I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin' Thru the pourin' rain, Goin' where the weather suits my clothes. Bankin' off the northeast wind, Sailin' on a summer breeze, Trippin' over the ocean like a stone. (Like A Stone) Everybody's talkin' at me. Woh Woh Woh |
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from Beautiful South - Miaow (1994)
Only buy this if you're lonely
Only listen if you're blue If you are married and you are happy This song is not to do with you If you're listening at your work place Feeling small amongst the men Do not sing this to your workmates This song is not to do with them But if you're sitting on a barstool Wondering what on earth to do Don't let them tell you no-one cares This songs one especially for you If you are listening on your radio Smiling while you drive along Tune the band into another Because this song is not your song If you're working as a DJ Leave this record in it's sleeve Cause this ones not for general airplay This song's for the day she leaves If you've bought this and you're sinking And I think that you know who It matters not the mouth thats singing This song's one especially for you So this goes out to the lonely So this goes out to the sad And it goes out to the only One you felt you ever had If you're there in total darkness With a letter in your hand Do not bother with the letter lust listen to the band So only buy this if you're lonely |
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