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List for Whoever Liars Bar: The Seediest of Tapes
J. Chumley
I have something to say to everyone who likes The
Beautiful South but doesn't like "Liar's Bar":
You are missing one hell of a song.
It seems as if many people are so put off by Paul's
vocals that they fail to appreciate the finer qualities of the song. My personal opinion
is that the vocals are a perfect match to the lyrics. They really 'put you there,' so to
speak. You can easily picture someone--maybe the guy on the single's cover--sitting alone
in a bar, dragging on a cigarette and staring at the drink in front of him. Paul's vocal
range is, in fact, one of my favorite things about the band. How many other vocalists that
you know could give you both "Let Love Speak Up Itself" and "Liar's
Bar?" Don't be put off by the vocals. Let them paint the picture for you.
Back to my point about "Liar's Bar" being a
dreadfully underappreciated song. I have heard some rumblings about "Quench"
being lacking lyrically. Well, the same can not be said about "Liar's Bar." The
track is more lyrically creative than any other track on "Blue Is The Colour"
(excepting "Little Blue") and than most of the tracks on the other The Beautiful
South albums as well.
Primarily, though, the sentiment of "Liar's
Bar" is what makes it the great song it is. If it weren't for the scratchy vocals, I
think most people would agree. In fact, if you take 'Liar's Bar" and set it to
beautiful vocals, you get..."The Slide."
I think the comparison of "Liar's Bar" to
"I May Be Ugly" is shallow. It exists for no other reason than the slightly
similar vocals. Have a look at the lyrics, and you will see exactly what I mean.
While the two songs come from different perspectives,
they still take a different attitude toward alcoholism. The man in "Liar's Bar"
hates his own addiction, and he wishes he could escape from it:
"I've turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn,
and if I had one final wish I'd be your slave for a decade, if you could take me away from
this If you took me away from this, I'd be different you'd see 'Cause I didn't choose the
drink, a drink just chose me"
Also, "Liar's Bar" sees the man achieving a
measure of self-realization. In the beginning of the song, he declares that "You'll
find that I'm not like the other men/Their noses are red whilst mine is only pink/And they
didn't choose the drink, their drink chose them." By the end of the song, he realizes
that he is just like the other liars in the bar, and he wishes he could escape.
In this way, "Liar's Bar" is more similar to
"The Slide." "The Slide," with the vague suggestion that it is written
from the persepective of one who has already made that evil trip, echoes the same warnings
that "Liar's Bar" makes. While the subject matter has changed from alcohol to
drugs, the message is the same. Both will snare you with their powers, and both will
slowly but surely kill you.
"I May Be Ugly," on the other hand, is less
about drugs or alcohol than it is about "ugly fame." The alcohol is irrelevant.
I am still trying to figure out _exactly_ what the song is about. The "ugly
fame" line and the last two verses confuse me a bit. The first two verses seem pretty
straightforward. You get the idea that the guy turns to alcohol as a way to escape from
himself, whom he hates. Or whose appearance he hates, anyway. One thing is certain,
however. He is in no way ashamed of his drinking. I don't think you can say the same about
the fellow in "Liar's Bar."
I think you will find alcohol and alcoholism treated in
many different ways by The Beautiful South, and from many different perspectives. You've
got the social drinker who was social every night and didn't think the problem was his
drink, the guy who killed the woman in the wall. Then you've got Old Red Eyes, a chap who
could have accomplished great things but instead drank himself to death, an empty bottle
of whiskey by his side and a little tear running from each eye. You've got the
self-denying drunk in "Liar's Bar," the "...Ugly" guy, the drunk sire
in "Your Father And I," I could go on an on. Pockets is probably a drunk, too,
for all we know. And don't forget all those things Paul found in his beer. I am sure that
Paul, like all other drinkers, often has changes of heart himself about his habit. |
Liar's
Bar
(Heaton / Rotheray)
Well sitting in a bar alone
where no-one knows your name
is like laying in a graveyard
wide awake
You're scared that if you
cough or yawn
you might wake up the dead
So pretend to read a paper
or just drink instead
I'm a stand-up comedian
but I'd sit down if I could
The world just seems
to want folk like me to stand
And the punch-lines seem to disappear
like clouds across the sky
And the laughter could be real
or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
could never really hurt
But living with a drunk
well no-one deserves
And you're looking for your husband
you're not sure he's still alive
Don't bother with the cemetery
he'll be down at liar's dive
I'm a travelling businessman
I just stopped in for one drink
You'll find
that I'm not like the other men
Their noses are red
whilst mine is only pink
And they didn't choose their drink
their drink chose them
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
And the grave-digger's smiling
at his reflection in his spade
He's visiting the seediest
the shallowest of graves
The vocal chords of elephants
and the characters of mice
They're singing "whisky, whisky"
so good they named it twice
Well I don't pass buildings with lights on
if I said that I did then I lied
'Cause what looks like a Chinese reastaurant
may have Chinese New Year inside
And son all my life I've been searching
the bars I've been in I forget
The lights outside ever brighter
but a light on the inside not yet
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
And he's a world-wide traveller
he's not like me or you
But he comes in mighty regular
for one who's passing through
That one came in his work clothes
he's missed his last bus home
He's missed a hell of a lot of buses
for a man who wants to roam
Son this is rule two:
If I look rough I am rough
If I look sad I am
If I look broke I am broke
Just a broke down piece of man
I've turned over enough leaves
to fill an autumn
and if I had one final wish
I'd be your slave for a decade
if you could take me away from this
If you took me away from this
I'd be different you'd see
'Cause I didn't choose the drink
a drink just chose me
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well I'm smoking like a chimney
And I'm drinking like a fish
At Liar's Bar |
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