Truely unique, usually with bands and artists there is a decline in quality over the years but this is easiely up there with the best of the housemartins and the beautiful south
She left for someone so much slimmer than me My confidence wrecked, like a ship in the sea But I got allotment, and I got the shed I got the toys and the kids who'll drop dead I've got the confidence nipped in the bud I got the backchat that does me no good Just when you think she can't get no more cold She's emptied the freezer and left me the mould Just when you think she's got all that you got She got the roof, and left chimney pot Just when you think she can't get any lower She got the garden, left you the mower The mower... When I asked why she found somebody else She answered me, "Why, just take a look at yourself" Just when I felt it was as low as it gets She's left me the dog food and taken the pets I got the new flat, a fridge full of beer And you got the new friend who's loving you here Loving you here in what once was my bed And I got the couch or the mattress instead Just when you think she's got all that you got She got the roof, and left chimney pot Just when you think she can't get any lower She got the garden, left you the mower The mower... Just when you think She's got all that you got Just when you're stood there In permanent shock You spent your last penny And lost your last sock She's got the acres And you've lost the plot Just when you think she's got all that you got She got the roof, and left chimney pot Just when you think she can't get any lower She got the garden, left you the mower Just when you think she's got all that you got She got the roof, and left chimney pot Just when you think she can't get any lower She got the garden, left you the mower The mower The mower The mower...
Corinne Wood my ex tried to do me like this in the1980’s. I killed her. Found guilty of manslaughter, because it was found that she was trying her damnedest to humiliate me. The jury was given the choice of manslaughter and murder and they chose manslaughter. First offence, I did 6 years. It all worked out right. My son who was six started boarding school, the year I went away. My brother got custody and told the boy I was working in Libya, which is where I had been working as an accountant. I got out when he was twelve and had moved on to the prep school proper. I saw a lot of him because he played on the first 15 and he sang in the choir. I told him his mother had abandoned us. When he turned 18 I was going to tell him but he was studying medicine at Glasgow University and I didn’t want to damage his chances. When he graduated with honours I took him to our house in the highlands and told him the truth. I was expecting him to go nuts. He was very mature about it. He told me he remembered his mother having affairs and swearing him to secrecy, which he said made him feel terrible especially when he saw me giving her access to money, funding her vanity projects (she insisted she was an interior decorator) that particular fad cost me a lot of money. I discovered she was flying to Rome and Milan on my cash with her fuckboy. I set things up so that I would confront this immoral young man with my wife and my money. I walked in on them. It amused me no end to watch them squirming on the end of the hook. I got hold of the fuckboy and punched him right in the throat. I began screaming at my wife “I’ve given you everything, cars, your own account filled with my money, I’ve sent our son to some snooty school just to please you and your father. I’ve worked in a job I hated with people I can’t bear because the pay suited you. I bought you a beachfront duplex on the island of Malta,so that we could have a place to use as a meeting ground, ostensibly so that I didn’t have to fly back to the UK from Tripoli. I could simply jet over to Malta, where you were now rubbing shoulders with the owner and head of Benetton. I was beginning to become distressed as to how long this could continue when I answered the invite of a longtime friend from my days at her Majesties Overseas Development. We agreed to meet in a tea house in Stanley Market, Hong Kong. Certain scenarios we’re painted for me. Eventually I said ‘fuck it, I’m going to do this my way. I confronted the pair in my home in Kent. He could easily be mistaken for gay. He at least apologised. A friend and I put the fear of God in the young lad. We told him we would kill him if we ever found him near my wife Gillian ever again. I asked him where he was from and he told me he was originally from Sicily. So I said “well then you must know how these things end” he grabbed my hand and was weeping. “She told me you were a weak old man, that you were cruel to her that you never let her have money which is why she started her own successful interior decorating business. I didn’t know whether to clench my fist and smash something or just laugh at that point. I bought her Sicilian lover a one way ticket back to Sicily. I told him never to come looking for my wife because she would be dead. A few days later at my property in Kent, she began hysterically demanding to know where Filiberto her Sicilian lover was I told her he’d gone back to Sicily, but she’d never see him again because we’d spoken to the capo in his village about what he’d been getting up to in Milan and Paris with my wife and my credit. I drew my finger across my neck to make it clear. All I had done is send Filiberto back home I hadn’t arranged a greaseball murder for him. All that mattered to me was that she thought it was absolutely going to happen. I dont like to talk about about how she died. One evening full of red wine she shed began chasing me around the house with an extremely long knife from the kitchen. Thankfully even back then I was very big on home security. So this insane chase around the house was all caught on tape and so was the part where she ran into me and I swiftly moved the pointed end away from me. People were telling me this was straight forward forward self defence. Maybe I could have got self defence but I can live with a short sentence for man slaughter and my sons understanding.
Can anyone please explain why this act exists, i just dont get the appeal, just bland, soulless, WHO is the demographic? People who don't like to be challenged?
Peter Butler people who were teenagers in the mid to late eighties. Most of us grew up with the Housemartins and the Beautiful South. Most of us have experienced a major split or divorce and can relate to the lyrics. Heaton is a master of black humoured lyrics. You don’t like it fuck off.
Love, love, love. What a man this guy is. His tones are the sound of my life.
Like good wine(cliche,sorry),Paul Heaton’s songwriting gets better with age.
Incredible lyrics, brilliant song 👏👏👏👏👏😎
This man is a genius and a national treasure
Truely unique, usually with bands and artists there is a decline in quality over the years but this is easiely up there with the best of the housemartins and the beautiful south
Brilliant songwriter
Brilliant songwriter great singer
He has got to be one of the best song writer of our generation
THE best.
Absolutely, and doesn’t get nearly enough credit.
Again this man is a genius. Everyting he writes. We all have been there at sum point. Mr heaton ur a gem x
I love this song. Paul Heaton easily one of the best song writers of the last 30 years.
This song should be supplied with every “Pre-Nup”
Following for 35 years
Another great song, Paul & Jacqui on top form as always
What an incredible sound
She left for someone so much slimmer than me
My confidence wrecked, like a ship in the sea
But I got allotment, and I got the shed
I got the toys and the kids who'll drop dead
I've got the confidence nipped in the bud
I got the backchat that does me no good
Just when you think she can't get no more cold
She's emptied the freezer and left me the mould
Just when you think she's got all that you got
She got the roof, and left chimney pot
Just when you think she can't get any lower
She got the garden, left you the mower
The mower...
When I asked why she found somebody else
She answered me, "Why, just take a look at yourself"
Just when I felt it was as low as it gets
She's left me the dog food and taken the pets
I got the new flat, a fridge full of beer
And you got the new friend who's loving you here
Loving you here in what once was my bed
And I got the couch or the mattress instead
Just when you think she's got all that you got
She got the roof, and left chimney pot
Just when you think she can't get any lower
She got the garden, left you the mower
The mower...
Just when you think
She's got all that you got
Just when you're stood there
In permanent shock
You spent your last penny
And lost your last sock
She's got the acres
And you've lost the plot
Just when you think she's got all that you got
She got the roof, and left chimney pot
Just when you think she can't get any lower
She got the garden, left you the mower
Just when you think she's got all that you got
She got the roof, and left chimney pot
Just when you think she can't get any lower
She got the garden, left you the mower
The mower
The mower
The mower...
Crooked calypso
Paul heaton jacqui abbott
Corinne Wood my ex tried to do me like this in the1980’s. I killed her. Found guilty of manslaughter, because it was found that she was trying her damnedest to humiliate me. The jury was given the choice of manslaughter and murder and they chose manslaughter. First offence, I did 6 years. It all worked out right. My son who was six started boarding school, the year I went away. My brother got custody and told the boy I was working in Libya, which is where I had been working as an accountant. I got out when he was twelve and had moved on to the prep school proper. I saw a lot of him because he played on the first 15 and he sang in the choir. I told him his mother had abandoned us. When he turned 18 I was going to tell him but he was studying medicine at Glasgow University and I didn’t want to damage his chances. When he graduated with honours I took him to our house in the highlands and told him the truth. I was expecting him to go nuts. He was very mature about it. He told me he remembered his mother having affairs and swearing him to secrecy, which he said made him feel terrible especially when he saw me giving her access to money, funding her vanity projects (she insisted she was an interior decorator) that particular fad cost me a lot of money. I discovered she was flying to Rome and Milan on my cash with her fuckboy. I set things up so that I would confront this immoral young man with my wife and my money. I walked in on them. It amused me no end to watch them squirming on the end of the hook. I got hold of the fuckboy and punched him right in the throat. I began screaming at my wife “I’ve given you everything, cars, your own account filled with my money, I’ve sent our son to some snooty school just to please you and your father. I’ve worked in a job I hated with people I can’t bear because the pay suited you. I bought you a beachfront duplex on the island of Malta,so that we could have a place to use as a meeting ground, ostensibly so that I didn’t have to fly back to the UK from Tripoli. I could simply jet over to Malta, where you were now rubbing shoulders with the owner and head of Benetton. I was beginning to become distressed as to how long this could continue when I answered the invite of a longtime friend from my days at her Majesties Overseas Development. We agreed to meet in a tea house in Stanley Market, Hong Kong. Certain scenarios
we’re painted for me. Eventually I said ‘fuck it, I’m going to do this my way. I confronted the pair in my home in Kent. He could easily be mistaken for gay. He at least apologised. A friend and I put the fear of God in the young lad. We told him we would kill him if we ever found him near my wife Gillian ever again. I asked him where he was from and he told me he was originally from Sicily. So I said “well then you must know how these things end” he grabbed my hand and was weeping. “She told me you were a weak old man, that you were cruel to her that you never let her have money which is why she started her own successful interior decorating business. I didn’t know whether to clench my fist and smash something or just laugh at that point. I bought her Sicilian lover a one way ticket back to Sicily. I told him never to come looking for my wife because she would be dead. A few days later at my property in Kent, she began hysterically demanding to know where Filiberto her Sicilian lover was I told her he’d gone back to Sicily, but she’d never see him again because we’d spoken to the capo in his village about what he’d been getting up to in Milan and Paris with my wife and my credit. I drew my finger across my neck to make it clear. All I had done is send Filiberto back home I hadn’t arranged a greaseball murder for him. All that mattered to me was that she thought it was absolutely going to happen. I dont like to talk about about how she died. One evening full of red wine she shed began chasing me
around the house with an extremely long knife from the kitchen. Thankfully even back then I was very big on home security. So this insane chase around the house was all caught on tape and so was the part where she ran into me and I swiftly moved the pointed end away from me. People were telling me this was straight forward forward self defence. Maybe I could have got self defence but I can live with a short sentence for man slaughter and my sons understanding.
❤
another fantastic song
Been here and got the T-shirt but still lost the house. .
New single? Good chocie but I like He Can't Marry Her. hope that is next... or Bit of Stuff... or any of them
Mr. Higgs I love He Can't Marry Her. that or Blackwater Banks next
Hroswith van Wikala You aint wrong, buddy! They are pure magic together.
Great song.... but you need a video! 😊
so do
I love his politics,too,
Can anyone please explain why this act exists, i just dont get the appeal, just bland, soulless, WHO is the demographic? People who don't like to be challenged?
Each to their own.
Peter Butler people who were teenagers in the mid to late eighties. Most of us grew up with the Housemartins and the Beautiful South. Most of us have experienced a major split or divorce and can relate to the lyrics. Heaton is a master of black humoured lyrics. You don’t like it fuck off.
Then move along sunshine. Nothing for you to see here.
Jack Molay Too right, mate!
What do you listen to then you lettuce?