Music & Film
The Beautiful South is a British group that had a few hits, such as "A Little Time" and "Song for Whoever", several years ago. Their last smashing hit is "Perfect 10".

For all of you, my dear friends, who find yourself in these words ...

Dire Straits should be known worldwide. Some of their songs are considered, let me say, classics.
One of them is the one presented here.

Titanic sunk in 1912, and that is the year my grandfather was born. When I was a kid, he used to tell me stories about it; they were all sad and made me think of them when it was bedtime. Let me take you a step back in time ...

So Far Away

Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
When you're so far away from me
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
And you're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

I get so tired when I have to explain
When you're so far away from me
See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain
And you're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just can't see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

Perfect 10

She's a perfect 10
But she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16
Bustin out of the seams
Still love in the first degree

When he's at my gate
With a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door
With a poor poor four
There ain't no man can replace


'cos we love our love in different sizes
I love her body especially the lies
Time takes its toll but not on the eyes
Promise me this take me tonight

If he's extra large (that's me)
Well I'm in charge (uh-huh)
I can work this thing on top
And if he's XXL
Well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot

The anorexic chicks
The model six
They don't hold no weight with me
Well eight or nine
Well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see

Repeat Chorus

I bought a watch
To time your beauty
And I've had to fit a second hand.
I've bought a calender
And every morning
Is taken up by a loving man

Repeat Chorus twice to end

My name is Joe B. Fyfe, but they used to call me "Nigger". My parents came to Liverpool in 1894 from Gabon as stowaways; I was just a baby and the only thing I knew was to eat every digestible thing I could find. Unfortunatelly, my dad disappeared some rainy night and left Mom and me alone; she died the next spring.

I did everything to survive - I worked for Mr. Bradbury, the vegetable-seller in the street, who took care of me. As a young man he played a wood bass in cafees and he taught me to play it too. And I was good. Mr Bradbury's friend owned a band which was going on the Titanic's maiden voyage. Accidently, a bass singer broke his arm and I joined the band. Yes, she was really a marvelous ship ... Our band was just one of them which had to do something to make the passengers happy during the voyage.

We were somewhere in the Atlantic; it was 14th of April 1912 when the Titanic hit an iceberg. Dark night covered it and when the captain saw what was coming out of the darkness, it was too late to turn. To prevent the panic, the captain ordered the band to play. Fortunatelly, it wasn't our band - we were supposed to play after them. Nobody seemed to worry until the dance floor tilted and glasses started to fall down crashing under the feet of the scared people.

An unruly crowd took me with it through the corridors, across the deck. I carried my bass with me - not because I wanted to save it - I just had to hold something solid in my arms. God knows how, but I was thrown overboard into the cold Atlantic water; coldness turned me back into reality. I saw some lifeboats, but they were too far from me. One or two of them were crowded going away from the sinking ship, the other were almost empty sailing away. People were jumping off the deck, very often falling on each other dying of injuries, drowning ...

Waves brought me to the box of my bass and I managed to climb onto it. It is hard to talk about that awful night full of screaming, moaning, blowing of the Titanic's sirens ...

I was found by sailors from Isabel at dawn next day. My fingers were frozen and I have never played the bass again.