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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- 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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When was the last time you felt so happy
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You had to give yourself a good pinch
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When did you ever feel one of life's highs
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Without using stepladder or winch
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That's why the lifeless crave the past
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'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched
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They can watch the living fizzle out to nought
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Without even moving one inch
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That's what keeps you alive
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The thought of undeserved death
D E
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
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Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
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That's what really makes you tick
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When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
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Optimism looks up counts the stars
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Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
That 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
D A
And even when it's every man for himself
D A
You still like to stick with the bunch
D A
You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd
E
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
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A
When was the last time you felt so happy
E
You had to give yourself a good pinch
D
When did you ever feel one of life's highs
E
Without using stepladder or winch
A
That's why the lifeless crave the past
E
'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched
D
They can watch the living fizzle out to nought
E
Without even moving one inch
D E
That's what keeps you alive
A
The thought of undeserved death
D E
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
A
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath
D E
That's what really makes you tick
A
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
B7
Optimism looks up counts the stars
E
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks
That 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
D A
And even when it's every man for himself
D A
You still like to stick with the bunch
D A
You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd
E
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
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