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the beautiful south - 10,000 feet
The part of love that I'm scared of
is the actual taking off
I can take a bumpy landing
But the start must be soft
soft, soft, soft
It must be soft
Some men need your attention
every minute, every hour
Some women need the proof
in every chocolate, every flower
Are you asking me down your runway?
I'm asking you to be watchtower
tower, tower, tower
to be watchtower
tower, tower, tower
Some men just like the journey
don't care if it's incomplete
Some women like a long trip
Some women short 'n' sweet
But if we lift each other up
Let's make it 10,000 feet
feet, feet, feet
10,000 feet
feet, feet, feet
The reason I'm still down here
and I've never taken off
Is I never had the courage
To rummage through love's loft
loft, loft, loft
The highest loft
loft, loft, loft
Cos when we're finally up there
and the engines have been stopped
the landing won't be fatal
if love's parachute's been dropped
dropped, dropped, dropped
love's been dropped
the beautiful south - 36d
Close your legs, open your mind
Leave those compliments well behind
Dig a little deeper into yourself
And you may find
Come over here just sit right down
Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown
I hear you've turned our young men
Into dribbling clowns
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
Make their day and go ahead
Remove your clothes lie on their bed
Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet
To the easily led
And before you do just what you do
Here' one thought for you to chew
The men who run the business that you sell
They screw you too
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
You're just another 365 night stand
But you're so handy, you're so handy
You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land
But you're so handy, you're so handy
Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls
You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's
Your body's through of fondly in the rugby mauls
But you want more
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
36D so what (D) so what
Is that all that you've got?
He was trying to save his job
He was, he was trying to save his job.
the beautiful south - a little piece of advice
Guard your body with the best barbed wire
And ward off foe with the fiercest of fire
But let love unguarded into the strangest of nights
Wear your dresses like they're up for hire
And leave them with your humour in the tumble dryer
And watch yourself stumble down a lane with no lights
School like life turns some men into mice
What you need now is a little piece of mouse advice
Well they say be wary of strangers
Especially if they offer you sweets
But there ain't no government health warning
On half the mad fuckers you meet
Save yourself personal tradegy
Go back to the man with the sweets
Do yourself schooling favour
Head back to the man with the sweets
Those who feared cancer never had much to say
They bored us at parties onto forty a day
They forced us into corners and onto forty a day
The dentiist's chair is the only time
That anybody ever looks at their mouth
Let the dentist give their teeth something to chatter about
School like life turns some men into mice
To avoid the rat-trap take the mouse's advice
Well they say be wary of strangers
Especially if they offer you sweets
But there ain't no government health warning
On half the mad fuckers you meet
Save yourself personal tradegy
Go back to the man with the sweets
Do yourself schooling favour
the beautiful south - a little time
I need a little time
To think it over
I need a little space
Just on my own
I need a little time
To find my freedom
I need a little...
Funny how quick the milk turns sour
Isn't it, isn't it
Your face has been looking like that for hours
Hasn't it, hasn't it
Promises, promises turn to dust
Wedding bells just turn to rust
Trust into mistrust
I need a little room
To find myself
I need a little space
To work it out
I need a little room
All alone
I need a little...
You need a little room for your big head
Don't you, don't you
You need a little space for a thousand beds
Won't you, won't you
Lips that promise - fear the worst
Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst
Just into unjust
I've had a little time
To find the truth
Now I've had a little room
To check what's wrong
I've had a little time
And I still love you
I've had a little...
You had a little time
And you had a little fun
Didn't you, didn't you
While you had yours
Do you think I had none
Do you, do you
The Freedom that you wanted bad
Is yours for good
I hope you're glad
Sad into unsad
I had a little time
To think it over
Had a little room
To work it out
I found a little courage
To call it off
I've had a little time
I've had a little time
I've had a little time
I've had a little time
the beautiful south - alone
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Like the contents of your handbag
You don't know why it's there
People ask you where you're heading
You just answer "anywhere"
We don't mean to be this vague
It just happens that we are
No-one asked us to elaborate
We just shrug our shoulders and be
And like the stories that just happened
No-one thought of, no-one planned
We could have ruled, we could have conquered
Then we could have been a man
We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone
He knows "hello" in eighteen languages
"I love you" in only one
By the time he's got his phrase-book
The chance is usually gone
And we feel ourselves quite prepared
But quite prepared for what
We always took the lead
Before we actually knew the plot
And you can tell where we've been shopping
By the bags beneath our eyes
Make-up shoulders burden
But the smile never lies
We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone
So empty at the airport
You don't set off the doors
We used to feel like chorus girls
And now we feel like whores
Hearts built like reservoirs
Words built like dams
Thoughts built like juggernauts
Our actions built like prams
And when the wind blows into our face
We should be warmer and not colder
Well, what price the charges
On this cargo that we shoulder
We could be ex-husband
We could be ex-wife
But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
Alone, alone
Half an hour is seven hours
One day is several months
Alone, alone
A month is a calendar
A year can be a decade spent
Alone
And we only smoke when bored
So we do two packs a day
And we've lost the difference
Between bored and lonely anyway
the beautiful south - artificial flowers
(Harnick/Bock)
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leaving their baby behind
Did you hear this poor little child
was only nine years of age
When mother and dad went away
Still she bravely worked
at the one thing she knew
To earn a few pennies a day
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's despair
With papers and shears, with wire and wax
She made up each tulip and mum
As snow flakes drifted in to her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb
>From artificial flowers, those artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie's despair
And they found little Annie all covered with ice
Still clutching her poor frozen shears
Amidst all the blossoms, she had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears
There must be a Heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instead of halo, she'll wear round her head
A garland of genuine flowers
No more artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of society to wear
Those artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Fashioned from Annie's
Fashioned from Annie's despair
the beautiful south - baby please go
You've heard it said a thousand times
But only heard his Broadway lines
So, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show
'Cause when Romeo needs no cue or prompt
The likelier your little heart be stomped
By, by baby don't go
Written, written in to his show
'Cause in the west-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart
Baby please go (Baby please go)
Baby please go (Baby please go)
The sorry tale we'd all applaud
That only dripped and never poured
But, baby just go
Let him, let him on with his show
The leading snail leaves tell tale lines
The bullshit tower the loudest chimes
But, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show
'Cause in the west-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart
Baby please go (Baby please go)
Baby please go (Baby please go)
Romantic love lines that we adored (Baby forget them)
They were read by men from idiot board (Baby forget them)
So a message from the wisest guy to broad
Is best like flattery ignored
Baby just let him go
Let him on with the show
Baby just let him go
Let him on with the show
the beautiful south - bell-bottomed tear
This is the dinner prepared
This is the dress that I made
This is the child I brought up
And this is the woman you laid
This is the woman you laid
This is the perfume I wore
This is the hotel we stayed
This is the way that I lay
And this is the woman you laid
This is the woman you laid
We promise ourselves this is no one-night stand
Let us draw all the curtains and strike up the band
And I'm thrilled by gentlest touch of your hand we pretend
There's a tear, there's a tear
Not through confusion through fear, through fear
This is the smile that I wore
This is the song that we played
This is the way that I lay
And this is the woman you laid, this is the woman you laid
Next morning our eyes filled with sleepy regret
A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette
But the pillow I lay on is cold and it's wet
Can't pretend
It's a tear, it's a tear
Not through confusion, through fear, through fear
And knowing at least that love came so near
Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
Roll out the red carpets and unplug the phone
Root out the photos you've already shown
Cos this is one night you won't sleep alone
Just one night
There's a tear there's a tear
Not through confusion through fear, through fear
And knowing at least that love came so near
Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
There's a tear, there's a tear
Not through confusion, through fear
Not through confusion, through fear.
the beautiful south - big coin
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Big coin that you toss for heads or tails
Big coin that you let slip down the drain
Big coin didn't find where it landed
Big coin, big coin
Big coin that you dropped in the river
Little raft that took you across
Little hand that pulled it from the gutter
Big coin, big coin
It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no beat or no breath
Big coin won't even leave you a love note
Big coin, big death
Big coin that you held and you treasured
Big coin that you can't believe that you lost
Little kiss that helped you when you needed
Little kiss, big coin
Little heart that has no exchange rate
Big coin that could join the IMF
Little heart is only the greedy 'cause it's poor
Little heart, big coin
It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no north or no south
Big coin says it will never ever leave you
Big coin, big mouth
Little heart,
it ain't gold, it ain't silver
Little heart,
it ain't wasted on me
Little heart,
so much bigger than the coin
Little heart,
big guarantee
Little heart,
big guarantee
Little heart...
It's a tiny little heart that challenges the coin
But the coin has no north or no south
Big coin says it will never ever leave you
Big coin, big mouth
the beautiful south - blackbird on the wire
Eyes to take you dancing
Mouth to leave your wife
Legs to run away with
And you wonder why?
Heart that makes you bypass
Every other girl
Smile that keeps you grinning
At the madness of this world
But like the blackbird on the wire
I will not take prey on you
You wouldn't want me to
For I'm too soft for such a thing
And like the blackbird on the wire
I just watch you by
The tears I knew I'd cry
Fall unnoticed down below
Front to make you happy
Back to make you weep
Lips to keep you kissing
Whilst everyone's asleep
Tears to break a backbone
Laughs to win a war
And people come and ask me
What I love you for
But like the blackbird on the wire
I will not take prey on you
You wouldn't want me to
For I'm too soft for such a thing
And like the blackbird on the wire
I just watch you by
The tears I knew I'd cry
Fall unnoticed down below
And with a tongue built from quicksilver
And a character of steel
They actually come and ask me
How I feel
But like the blackbird on the wire
I will not take prey on you
You wouldn't want me to
For I'm too soft for such a thing
And like the blackbird on the wire
I just watch you by
The tears I knew I'd cry
Fall unnoticed down below
the beautiful south - chicken wings
Well I always knew you'd take the crutches
and not the skis
1 always knew you'd take the stilts
and then your knees
When God gave you the sky
I knew you'd take the trees
Son you've grown those chicken wings
You just can't fly
They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed
chained our ideal home to bicycle shed
Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver's seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree
We could've courted Einstein
could've courted Marx
we could've gone for strolls
like other families do in parks
Son you were born a dud
in a family without sparks
Yes you've got those chicken wings
You just can't fly
The chequered flag
that losers despise
never flew in our port
or harboured in our eyes
Cause we always formed that queue
for second prize
This family's got those chicken wings
we just can't fly
Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family, is its heads
We're bouncing on a pogo stick
without any springs
It hurts me to admit this
but we've got those chicken wings
Yes you've got those chicken wings
and all the luggage that the failure brings
Is a swallow flying high that sings
Look he's got those chicken wings
the beautiful south - closer than most
Well I kept fantasizing your eyes were wide open
and it made me long for little last night
Yes it was frantic, it was young, it was sweet
But a sweet worth every bite
Now I'm not normally one to be greedy
But I had to be greedy with you
5 days, 6 days. the whole of the month
wouldn't satisfy my only sweet tooth
Well it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts,
used our hearts as a map
and we still got closer than most
hey hey
hey hey hey hey
hey hey hey hey
hey hey hey hey
Well excuse my staring but it's just your looks
are a standard well above myself
Your face might mean zip to you
But to me it's something else
All I can do is thank you
and wish that every dream you have will come true
5 years, 6 years, the whole of your life
I'll be wishing for the riches for you
Well it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts,
used our hearts as a map
and we still got closer than most
You dashed pretty's only chance of a compliment
and gave the plain the blues
Turned supermodel into last year's pull
and got her down shining your shoes
And I don't mean to be hod carrier
of the ordinary folks bad news
But tell Miss World to fly to Mars
If she really doesn't like to lose.
Well it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts,
used our hearts as a map
and we still got closer than most
the beautiful south - domino man
(Heaton/Rotheray)
Through ugly pints and Sunday breath
Sit men whose stare is cold as death
Through wide lapels and glued up eyes
Through made up kids and made up wives
Sitting in the heart of them
Is a man who's not like other men
Don't you know just who I am
A nod, a wink, I am the domino man.
And if you pull a double one
I'll pack my bags and I'll be gone
If you pull a three and four
I'm flying off to Singapore
Where women dance and tigers roar
I'm lying on a distant shore
I'm living life just as as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man.
Through a twenty deep screen of humourists
Through slavering jaws and angry fists
Through tales of mishap and the clickety-clack
Is fully paid member of the brother of the tap
Through heavy smoke and idle bets
Through heaving lungs and heavy debts
Sits a man who knows he can
A nod, a wink, I am the domino man
And if you pull a two and a six
I'll pack my bags and take that risk
And if you pull a four and five
They'll never take this man alive
I'll go far east and I'll survive
The market streets I'll duck and dive
I'm living life as fast as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man
And when he's off to sail the seven seas
He just stay indoors or hides up trees
He's been to places that you've never seen
But his mind is blank and his passport's clean
But if you pull a two and a six
I'll pack my bags and take that risk
And if you pull a four and five
They'll never take this man alive
I'll go far east and I'll survive
The market street I'll duck and dive
I'm living life just as fast as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink, I am the domino man
the beautiful south - don t marry her
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Think of me instead
I'll never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me
And your love life shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
You've a knighthood in "I'm not listening"
She'll grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Don't marry her, fuck me
When the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
Those lovely Sunday mornings
With breakfast brought in bed
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles
Trying to peck your head
Those birds will peck your soul out
And throw away the key
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the kitchen's always tidy
And the bathroom's always clean
She's a diploma in "just hiding things"
You've a first in "low esteem"
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of Brie
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco bay
And you realise you can't make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Don't marry her, fuck me
the beautiful south - dream a little dream of me
Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say "nighty-night" and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger til dawn, dear,
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger til dawn dear,
Just saying this
Sweet dreams til sun beams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave our worries far behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Sweet dreams til sun beams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave our worries far behind you;
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
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