Little Blue lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Beautiful South Album: Blue Is The Colour
Lyrics
(Heaton/rotheray) You can't write a novel from a briefcase You can write a poem from a trench You can dream a dream from a to b 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
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
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
Well bukowski wrote a story from a barstool And keats from the top of a hill So I'm going to save my special song for you From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled On the horizon of your smile When most think that you're holding back 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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Blue Is The Colour" album track list
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