Biography:
The Beautiful South were a British pop group formed in 1989, from the ashes of Hull, England group The Housemartins. The band was put together by lead singer, Paul Heaton, and drummer, Dave Hemingway. They were joined by Sean Welch (Bass), Dave Stead (Drums) and Dave Rotheray (Guitar). Rotheray also co-writes the songs with Heaton.
In The Beautiful South, Heaton shared the lead singer's role with Hemingway and female singer Briana Corrigan to create a trio of lead vocalists.
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- 10000 Feet
- 101 Man
- 36D
- A Little Blue
- A Little Piece Of Advice
- A Little Time
- A Piece Of Sky
- Bell
- Blackbird On The Wire
- Blitzkrieg Bop
- Closer Than Most
- Domino Man
- Dont Marry Her
- Dont Stop Moving
- Dream A Little Dream
- Dumb
- Especially For You
- Everybodys Talkin
- Foundations
- Frank And Delores
- From Under The Covers
- Good As Gold
- How Longs A Tear Take To Dry
- I Cant Put My Finger On It
- I Love You But Youre Boring
- I Think The Answers Yes
- Ill Sail This Ship Alone
- Im Your Number One Fan
- Les Yeux Ouverts Open Eyes
- Let Love Speak For Itself
- Let Love Speak Up Itself
- Life Vs The Lifeless
- Look What I Found In My Beer
- Love Is
- Manchester
- Masculine Eclipse
- Mirror
- Mothers Pride
- Number One Fan
- Oh Blackpool
- Old Red Eyes Is Back
- One Last Love Song
- Perfect 10
- Poppy
- Pretenders To The Throne
- Prettiest Eyes
- Property Quiz
- Rose Of My Cologne
- Rotterdam
- Shouldve Kept My Eyes Shut
- Shouldve Kepy My Eyes Shut
- Something That You Said
- Song For Whoever
- Tattoo
- The Last Waltz
- The Rocking Chair
- The Root Of All Evil
- The Slide
- The Sound Of North America
- The Table
- This Old Skin
- Tonight I Fancy Myself
- Tupperware Queen
- We Are Each Other
- When Im 84
- When The Romance Is Dead
- Window Shopping For Blinds
- Woman In The Wall
- You Keep It All In
- You Play Glockenspiel Ill Play Drums
- Your Father And I
- Youre Only Jealous
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Capo 2nd Fret
Intro: D A G Bm G A Bm G A D A G
D A G
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
Bm G A
You can write a poem from a trench
Bm G A
You can dream a dream from A___ to B
D A G
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
D G
Little Blue, how do you do
Em
Your smile looks like heaven
A D
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
G
Little Blue
Em
How can a flower so pretty
A
be so laden down with dew
D
Little Blue
Bb Am
How can a flower so beautiful
Bb Am
be so laden down with dew
D
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
A G Bm G A
D A G
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
Bm G A
And Keats from the top of a hill
Bm G A
So I'm going to save my special song for you
D A
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
Bb6 Am
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
Bb6 Am
On the horizon of your smile
Bb6 Am
When most think that you're holding back
G A
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 beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
Intro: D A G Bm G A Bm G A D A G
D A G
You can't write a novel from a briefcase
Bm G A
You can write a poem from a trench
Bm G A
You can dream a dream from A___ to B
D A G
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
D G
Little Blue, how do you do
Em
Your smile looks like heaven
A D
but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
G
Little Blue
Em
How can a flower so pretty
A
be so laden down with dew
D
Little Blue
Bb Am
How can a flower so beautiful
Bb Am
be so laden down with dew
D
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
A G Bm G A
D A G
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
Bm G A
And Keats from the top of a hill
Bm G A
So I'm going to save my special song for you
D A
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
Bb6 Am
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
Bb6 Am
On the horizon of your smile
Bb6 Am
When most think that you're holding back
G A
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 beautiful
be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
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