The Table
The Beautiful South Lyrics


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This table has four sturdy legs
And a heart of very near wild oak
When others would have screamed out loud my friend
This one never even spoke

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

This table's been pushed against the door
When tempers, well tempers flare at night
Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
When someone thinks that they are right

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn




Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave

Overall Meaning

The Table by The Beautiful South is a song about a table that symbolizes the human condition of being constantly used and abused by others. The table has been around for a long time, made from "very near wild oak," which indicates that it is a sturdy table that has endured a lot. The first verse alludes to the table's resilience – while others would be screaming out loud, the table remains steadfast and silent.


The second verse describes how the table has been mistreated and taken for granted over the years. It has been sat on, spat on, and treated like a bed or desk. The table has even been used as a stretcher for someone who has fallen ill or passed away. The lyrics highlight how people tend to use and discard objects, without giving them proper care or value.


The chorus emphasizes the message of the song, that tables only turn when tables learn. The table is not just a piece of furniture, but a metaphor for how we should treat each other with respect and dignity. Otherwise, we will face the consequences in the future.


Overall, The Table is a powerful call to treat others with kindness and to recognize the value of the things we possess.


Line by Line Meaning

This table has four sturdy legs
This table is physically strong


And a heart of very near wild oak
It is made of a type of wood that is not commonly used


When others would have screamed out loud my friend
Despite being abused, this table never complained


This one never even spoke
Inanimate objects like tables do not communicate


I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I have been treated poorly, even like a seat or a spittoon


I've been treated like a bed
People have slept on me and used me for comfort


Been carried like a stretcher, when someone thinks they're dead
I have been used to transport someone as if they were dead


I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
People have eaten and drunk on me


I've been taken for a fool
People have underestimated my abilities and treated me poorly


Taken for a desk, when they should have been at school
People have used me as a desk when they should have been studying


This table's been pushed against the door
This table has been used to block a door


When tempers, well tempers flare at night
When people argue or fight at night


Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
This table has been hit with fists


When someone thinks that they are right
When someone is confident in their opinion


Tables only turn when tables learn
Tables can only change when they are taught a lesson


Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
If I am not treated with respect, I will retaliate and cause destruction


Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Respect me and don't use me as if I have no value or purpose


Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave
If I am not treated well, I may cause your demise




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVE ROTHERAY, PAUL HEATON

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