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Today I thought I would share this wonderful song by The Beautiful South – “The Prettiest Eyes”. It is from their fourth studio album Miaow, and is the fifth track on the CD. It is also on their compilation album Carry On up the Charts. The album was recorded in the spring of 1993, and released in March 1994. I don’t have any more detail about the song itself, but if someone reading this knows more feel free to add more information in the comments section below.

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“The Prettiest Eyes” is a song by The Beautiful South which appears on their fourth studio album Miaow.

The song is a lovely love song, the lyrics speak for themselves.

Line one is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried

Line two, we’re away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well, the bus shelter’s always OK
When you’re young

Now you’re older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die

Let’s take a look at these crow’s feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
60 25th of Decembers
59 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crow’s feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Line three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind

Line four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did

Now you’re older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die

Lets take a look at these crow’s feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
60 25th of Decembers
59 4th of Julys
You can’t have too many good times, children
You can’t have too many lines
Take a good look at these crow’s feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Well, my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they’re brown
But you’ll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You’ll never hear the crack
Of a frown
Of a frown
Of a frown
Of a frown

Here is the official video of this lovely song. Enjoy!

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At number 98 in BBC Radio 2’s 100 best guitar riffs is “Loser” by Beck. This song was released in March 1993, and then re-released in February 1994. I think I first heard it several years later, in about 1998 or 1999, and decided to have a listen to Beck’s back catalogue of work. I have to admit that, apart from this song, I have never been able to get into his early stuff. The only album of his that I like (so far) is “Sea Change”, which is a superlative album and well worth listening to. But, I’ve never been able to get into his other albums, but maybe I need to give them more time.



Beck's "Loser" is at number 98 in BBC Radio 2's list of the 100 best guitar riffs.

Beck’s “Loser” is at number 98 in BBC Radio 2’s list of the 100 best guitar riffs.



Beck was, back in the 1990s, referred to as the “new Bob Dylan”. As far as I knew he had been pretty quiet these last several years, but was back in the news just last week at the Grammys as his album “Morning Phase” won the album of the year award. His getting this award was also notorious for that idiot Kanye West storming the stage and saying that Beyoncé should have got the award!


In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming’ with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying’
I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving’ all your food stamps
And burning’ down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
‘Cuz one’s got a weasel
And the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it’s hanging’ from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beef
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling’ on a termite
Who’s choking’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor*
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy….
[Chorus backwards]
(I’m a driver; I’m the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m saying’?)


Here is a video of this great song. Enjoy!





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