Pockets by The Beautiful South
Pockets by The Beautiful South

Pockets

The Beautiful South * Track #10 On Quench

Pockets Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here comes Pockets
His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
The maddest things we ever found in bins
He clutches them and looks at you and grins

Here comes Pockets
The children wary of what they may contain
The linen may have changed, the contents same
A trouser-treasure island with no name

[Chorus 1]
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot
Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
When you're on that train of thought you pass some pretty funky stops
When you're on that train of thought you pass some pretty funky stops

That's the Pocket, let him be
That's the Pocket, let him be...

[Verse 2]
Here comes Pockets
Picking up the things we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree
Things of no value to you or me

Here comes the Pocket
Reduced through history to just a crawl
History turns the tall into the small
But natural born trawlers love to trawl

[Chorus 2]
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall

That's the Pocket, let him be
That's the Pocket, let him be...

[Outro]
And he's clinging on to hope
Like the oak tree to the gale
Cause finding one love letter
In a sky high jumble sale

Is one single reason
Why the Pocket will not fail...

Pockets Q&A

Who wrote Pockets's ?

Pockets was written by Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray.

Who produced Pockets's ?

Pockets was produced by Paul Heaton & Jon Kelly.

When did The Beautiful South release Pockets?

The Beautiful South released Pockets on Sat Oct 17 1998.

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