The Beautiful South – ‘Prettiest Eyes’
“Because if I’m singing about loneliness that’s the one word everybody in the entire universe understands,” he concluded. “How the fuck can you not understand something like ‘Prettiest Eyes’? I put my little placard up and it’s a placard for the lonely and the loved and the lost.”
Soon, I began to weep.
“Is it the gin?” wondered a sympathetic Paul.
“It’s not the gin,” I croaked, “it’s you! And your unmistakable truths!”I’m Not with the Band: A Writer’s Life Lost in Music, Sylvia Patterson