You get so used to thinking of Paul Heaton as a hardened cynic - or a crotchety comedian - that you may well forget that he can be an old romantic at times too.
Here's one of my favourite Beautiful South songs. It's about growing old with someone. Remembering the excitement of youth, and still finding a flicker of it in their wrinkly old eyes.
If the wind's blowing in the right direction, it fair brings a tear to my eyes...
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
Well, the bus-shelter's always ok... when you're young.
Also one of my favourites. I don’t listen to the Beautiful South nearly enough.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it, Drew. They're one of those bands that often get scorn poured upon them by certain sections of the blogosphere.
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