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The Beautiful South - Sahnestücke ’92 - Old Red Eyes Is Back
Sahnestücke ’92
Disc 1
01. I Love Your Smile
02. Don’t Talk Just Kiss
03. Justified & Ancient
04. You Bring on the Sun (7″)
05. I’m Doing Fine Now (Silky Soul mix)
06. Let’s Talk About Sex (True Confession edit)
07. Finally (Choice mix)
08. We All Need Love (radio mix)
09. Ride Like the Wind
10. I’m Not Dead! (radio edit)
11. Colour of Love (radio version)
12. Don’t You Worry ’Bout a Thing (edit)
13. Obsession
14. I Wanna Be a Kennedy
15. Axel F. (radio edit)
Disc 2
01. Das Boot (techno version)
02. Please Don’t Go (radio mix)
03. Love to Hate You
04. I Don’t Care
05. Laid So Low (Tears Roll Down)
06. I Can’t Dance
07. Don’t Be Aggressive
08. Wait (radio edit)
09. Help Yourself (edit)
10. Goodnight Girl
11. Old Red Eyes Is Back
12. Nobody Else
13. Everything About You
14. Midlife Crisis
15. Go, Connie, Go
Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown

They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another you'd be dead

Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw

They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell

Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue