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Beautiful South - Without Her - lyrics

(H. Nilsson)
I spend the night in a chair
Thinking she'll be there but she never comes
I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
Then I rise to spend another day without her
It's just no good anymore
When you walk through the door of an empty room
You go inside and set a table for one
It's no fun when you have to spend a day without her
He burst a pretty balloon
Took it to the moon
It was such a beautiful thing
But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie
I said I'd rather die that be without her
Love is such a beautiful thing
When it knows how to swing
And it grooves like a clock
But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part
And it's breaking my heart to spend another day without her
I spend the night in a chair
Thinking she'll be there but she never comes
I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
Then I rise to spend another day without her
Can't go on without her
There's no song without her

Beautiful South - 36d - lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)
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
Neednt comb your hair, neednt pout or frown
I hear youve turned our young men
Into dribbling clowns
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve 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 youve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
Youre just another 365 night stand
But youre so handy, youre so handy
You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land
But youre so handy, youre so handy
Your pictures hanging pretty on the squaddies walls
Youre stevens, andys, youre ians, youre pauls
Your bodys through of fondly in the rugby mauls
But you want more
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
36d so what (d) so what
Is that all that youve got?
He was trying to save his job
He was, he was trying to save his job.

Beautiful South - Fleet St B.C. - lyrics

Invite Jesus back into your heart
What you feelin'
Misery, misery depart
Use God's wisdom; make a brand new start
But invite Jesus
Invite Jesus back into your heart
I was blind, but now I see
It was Jesus, it was Jesus hoodwinking me
First book, first chapter, first verse
Don't send a begging man to a bankrupt chruch
Chorus:
Cause this church is my church, not yours
And the wisdom knows the truth
And old testaments agree
Fleet St. B.C.
Take Cliff Richards back into your heart
Pay him money
What's a good Lord
What's a good Lord charge?
Join the church of the Sacred Heart
Invite Jesus
Invite Jesus back into your heart
You can best the bible
You can sing the song of praise
Ten Hail Marys or a simple word like Grace
When you're on your knees
And you don't know what to think
Don't forget the wisemen worked for a High Street bank
Chorus:
Cause this church is my church, not yours
And wisdom knows the truth
And the old testaments agree
its Fleet Street B.C.
I was blind
But now I
But now I see
I was blind...

Beautiful South - 101% Man - lyrics

I've seen these people described as mad
But find men kissing too odd
Say all their friends are gay when in fact
They gave a man in tight vest a quick nod
And all those threats if you keep kissing
They're gonna go report you to god
Yet if Christ really had that many disciples
There was probably one of you in his squad
And any news you receive would lead you to believe
Of the other world little is known
So that every gay presenter should really wear a sweater
With kids don't try this at home
There are gay men you've knocked homophobics clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn
Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There is no 101% man
Those who have only seen Gay Pride
Think it's a life long license to shock
But men have kissed men since way back when
If you were caught you'd be put in a stock
And any news you receive would lead you to believe
Of the other world little is known
So that every gay presenter should really wear a sweater
With kids don't try this at home
There are gay men who've knocked homophobics clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn
Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There's no 101% man
And when the Tom Robinson band sang
"Sing if you're glad to be gay"
We all joined in, and though most of us weren't
The song seemed to show us the way
And as the song reached it's end you looked for the friend that
That made singing along feel O.K
It aint San Francisco but your end of term disco
And the dancefloor's beginning to sway
There are gay who've knocked homophobices clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn
Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There's no 101% man
Man

Beautiful South - A Little Piece Of Advice - lyrics

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 advise
Well they say be wary of strangers
Especially when they offer you sweets
But there ain’t no government health warning
]on half the mad *****ers you meet
Save yourself personal tragedy
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 dentist’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

Beautiful South - Alone - lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)
Like the contents of your handbag
You dont know why its there
People ask you where youre heading
You just answer anywhere
We dont 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 hes 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 weve 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 dont 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 weve lost the difference
Between bored and lonely anyway

Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her - lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Think of her in bed
Laying there just watching telly
Then think of me instead
Ill never grow so old and flabby
That could never be
Dont marry her, ***** me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
Shes a phd in I told you so
Youve a knighthood in Im not listening
Shell grab your sweaty bollocks
Then slowly raise her knee
Dont marry her, ***** me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, ***** 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
Dont marry her, ***** me
And the kitchens always tidy
And the bathrooms always clean
Shes a diploma in just hiding things
Youve a first in low esteem
When your socks smell of angels
But your life smells of brie
Dont marry her, ***** me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, ***** me
And the sunday sun shines down on san francisco bay
And you realise you cant make it anyway
You have to wash the car
Take the kiddies to the park
Dont marry her, ***** me

Beautiful South - Poppy - lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)
i fought hard in the second world war
You hear them shout
No good bragging about the afrika korps
It was beadles 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 beadles 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 wouldve shot at rabbits if thats what youd been told
Till the general said Im sorry youve 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 youre sure to get a laugh
With a video bloodbath
Nothing gets a laugh
Like a video bloodbath
Heres a wacky video we got last week
A bomb catches arthur unawares
Hes lost both his arms and he cant 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

Beautiful South - A Little Time - lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)
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
Isnt it, isnt it
Your face has been looking like that for hours
Hasnt it, hasnt 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
Dont you, dont you
You need a little space for a thousand beds
Wont you, wont you
Lips that promise - fear the worst
Tongue so sharp - the bubble burst
Just into unjust
Ive had a little time
To find the truth
Now Ive had a little room
To check whats wrong
Ive had a little time
And I still love you
Ive had a little...
You had a little time
And you had a little fun
Didnt you, didnt 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 youre 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
Ive had a little time
Ive had a little time
Ive had a little time
Ive had a little time

Beautiful South - Angels And Devils - lyrics

Planning permission tied to post
We read when we're waiting for bus
Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect
They plan to build something on us
What they'll build, neither here nor there
It's what they'll bury that counts
And how far down they'll push us this time
And how far back up we'll bounce
Angels are born with wings not springs
Devils always born with horns
And beautiful bird only bothers to sing
If beautiful day ever dawns
Angels and devils ain't so easy to spot
As movies like to portray
A devil appears with a cunning veneer
You often only notice too late
If he says he's got wings keep and eye out for springs
Make sure your angel is real
And of all of these things it's the song that he sings
And how the song makes you feel
Angels are born with souls not goals
Devils always search for the high
So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
And devil's song fills the whole sky
Yes, birdsong belongs
In the highest of places not where devil performs
Beautiful bird and song
Shouldn't bother to sing if audience mutters and yawns
Mutters and yawns…………

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