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4:05 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
America your head's too big, Because America, Your belly's too big And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you is In America, The land of the free, they said, And of opportunity, In a just and a truthful way But where the president, Is never black, female or gay, And until that day You’ve got nothing to say to me, To help me believe In America, It brought you the hamburger, Well America you know where, You can shove your hamburger And don't you wonder, Why in Estonia they say, Hey you, Big fat pig You fat pig, You fat pig Steely Blue eyes with no love in them, Scan The World, And a humourless smile, With no warmth within, Greets the world And I, I have got nothing, To offer you No-no-no-no-no Just this heart deep and true, Which you say you don't need See with your eyes, Touch with your hands, please, Hear through your ears, Know in your soul, please For haven't you me with you now? And I love you, I love you, I love you, And I love you, I love you, I love you |
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2:40 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when to be English is not to be baneful to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful racist or racial Irish blood, English heart this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And I will die with both of my hands untied I've been dreaming of a time when the English are sick to death of Labour, and Tories and spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell and denounce this royal line that still salute him and will salute him Forever |
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3:44 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm I was a nice kid with a nice paper-round Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you with God's help I know I'll always be near to you but Jesus hurt me when he deserted me / but I have forgiven Jesus for all the desire He placed in me when there's nothing I can do with this desire I was a good kid through hail and snow I'd go just to moon you I carried my heart in my hand do you understand? do you understand? but Jesus hurt me when he deserted me, but I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love He placed in me when there's no-one I can turn to with this love Monday - humiliation Tuesday - suffocation Wendesday - condescension Thursday - is pathetic by Friday - life has killed me by Friday - life has killed me Ooh, pretty world Ooh, pretty world Why did you give me so much desire? when there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire Why did you give me so much love in a loveless world when there is no-one I can turn to to unlock all this love and why did you stick me in self-deprecating bones and skin Jesus - do you hate me? Why did you stick me in self-deprecating bones and skin do you hate me? do you hate me? do you hate me? do you hate me? do you hate me? |
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4:17 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
There is something I wanted to tell you, It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase Here you'll find, despair and I, Calling to you with what's left of my heart, My heart, For evermore Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement Here you'll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky Here you'll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I’ll be good |
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4:44 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning, The pressure's on, Because the pleasure hasn't gone And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone On competing, Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?, It's all a game, Existence is only a game And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone I'm, Slipping below the water line, I'm, Slipping below the water line Reach for my hand, And, And the race is won Reject my hand, And, The damage is done I'm, Slipping below the water line I'm, Slipping below the water line The woman of my dreams, She, She never came along The woman of my dreams, Well, There never was one And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've said There's a wild man in my head, There's a wild man In my head |
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3:54 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
You must be wondering how, The boy next door turned out, Have a care, But don't stare, Because he's still there Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen, Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law This world is full, So full of crashing bores, And I must be one, ‘Cos no one ever turns to me to say Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me You must be wondering how, The boy next door turned out, Have a care, And say a prayer, Because he's still there Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen, Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores, And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me, And love me What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind, Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me No it's just more lock jawed pop stars, Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey They’re so scared to show intelligence, It might smear their lovely career This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores, I am not one, I am not one You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can, Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me, Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me Would you do, Would you do, What you should do, Oh oh oh, Oh oh |
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3:41 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
You have never been in love
until you've seen the stars reflect in the reservoirs And you have never been in love until you've seen the dawn rise behind the home for the blind We are the pretty petty thieves and you're standing on our streets where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die Oh my Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die Oh my You have never been in love until you've seen the sunlight thrown over smashed human bone We are the pretty petty thieves and you're standing on our streets where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and the first to do time the first of the gang to die such a silly boy Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand and a bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod And he stole from the rich and the poor and the not very rich and the very poor and he stole all hearts away He stole all hearts away He stole all hearts away Away He stole all hearts away Away He stole all hearts away Away He stole all hearts away Away |
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3:33 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
There’s a place in the sun, For anyone who has the will to chase one And I think I've found mine, Yes, I do believe I have found mine, so Close your eyes, And think of someone, You physically admire And let me kiss you, Let me kiss you I've zig-zagged all over America, And I cannot find a safety haven Say, would you let me cry, On your shoulder I've heard that you’ll will try anything twice Close your eyes, And think of someone, You physically admire, And let me kiss you, Let me kiss you But then you open your eyes, And you see someone, That you physically despise But my heart is open My heart is open to you |
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3:33 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
All the lazy dykes, Cross armed at the palms, Then legs astride their bikes, Indigo burns on their arms
One sweet day, An emotional whirl, You will be good to yourself, And you'll come and join the girls All the lazy dykes, They pity how you live, Just "somebody's wife", You give, and you give, And you give, and you give, Give, and you give And one sweet day , An emotional whirl, You will be good to yourself, And you'll come and join the girls Touch me, Squeeze me, Hold me too tightly, And when you look at me you actually see me And I've, Never felt so alive, In the whole of my life, In the whole of my life Free yourself, Be yourself, Come to the Palms and see yourself And at last your life begins, At last your life begins At last your life begins, At last your life begins |
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4:13 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
Something in you caused me to, Take a new tact with you, You were going through something, I had just about scraped through Why do you think I let you get away, With the things you say to me?, Could it be I like you, It's so shameful of me, I like you No one I ever knew or have spoken to, Resembles you, This is good or bad, all depending on, My general mood Why do you think I let you get away, With all the things you say to me?, Could it be I like you, It's so shameful of me, I like you Magistrates who spend their lives, Hiding their mistakes They look at you and I, and, Envy makes them cry, Envy makes them cry Forces of containment, They shove their fat faces into mine, You and I just smile, Because we're thinking the same lines Why do you think I let you get away, With all the things you say to me?, Could it be I like you, It's so shameful of me, I like you You're not right in the head and nor am I, And this why, You're not right in the head and nor am I, And this why This is why I like you, I like you, I like you, This is why I like you, I like you, I like you Because you're not right in the head, and nor am I, And this is why, You're not right in the head, and nor am I And this is why, This is why I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you This is why I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, This is why I like you, I like you |
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5:50 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you, They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home There's a cash register ringing and, It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home The critics who, Can't break you, They somehow help to make you , The critics who, Can't break you, Unwittingly they make you So don't let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you With evil legal eagles, You know I couldn’t last, Accountants rampant, You know I couldn’t last Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go on, Removing, removing, removing Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Oh but The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind * |
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3:13 | ||||
from Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (2004)
Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when to be English is not to be baneful to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful racist or racial Irish blood, English heart this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And I will die with both of my hands untied I've been dreaming of a time when the English are sick to death of Labour, and Tories and spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell and denounce this royal line that still salute him and will salute him Forever |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
With the World's fate
resting on your shoulders you're gonna need someone on your side You can't do it by yourself any longer you're gonna need someone on your side Someone kindly told me that you'd wasted eight of your nine lives oh give yourself a break before you break down you're gonna need someone on your side And here I am and here I am well, you don't need to look so pleased *Repeat Day or night there is no difference you're gonna need someone on your side **Repeat |
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3:25 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
our frank and open deep conversations they get me nowhere they bring me down, so give it a rest, won't you? give me a cigarette god give me patience just no more conversation give us a drink and make it quick or else I'm gonna be sick sick all over your frankly vulgar red pullover now see how the colours blend our frank and open deep conversations they get me nowhere they bring me down, so give it a rest, won't you? now will you just give over the world may be ending but look, i'm only human give us a drink and make it quick or else I'm gonna be sick all over your frankly vulgar red pullover now see how the two colours blend won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything so deeply so bleakly |
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3:21 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone Ooh Asian boy What are you on Day oh so late Strangely the sun still shone Oh Asian boy What are drugs are you on Oh.. strange Tooled-up Asian boy Has come to take revenge For the cruel, cold killing Of his very best friend Tooled-up Asian boy Has come to avenge The cruel, cold killing Of his only friend Ha! La, la, la, oh There's peace through our school It's so quiet in the hall It's a strange sign for one Of what's to come Tough and cold and pale Oh, they may just impale you on railings Oh, English boys It must be wrong Three against one Oh Brakes slammed, and His gun jammed, and As far as I could tell Brave Asian boy Was dealt a blow and fell I'm just passing through here On my way to somewhere civilised And maybe I'll even arrive Maybe I'll even arrive |
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3:29 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme Many others do Why don't you Do you want to Oh.. Sing your life Walk right up to the microphone And name All the things you love All the things that you loathe Oh, sing your life The things that you love And the things you loathe Oh, sing your life Oh, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life Others sang your life But now is a chance to shine And have the pleasure of Saying what you mean Have the pleasure of Meaning what you sing Oh, make no mistake my friend All of this will end So sing it now (sing your life) All the things you love (sing your life) All the things you loathe Oh, sing your life The things that you love And the things you loathe (sing your life) Oh, sing oh Oh, sing oh La, la-la, la-la, sing your life La, la-la, la-la, sing your life Don't leave it all unsaid Somewhere in the wasteland of your head, oh Head, oh, head, oh, head, oh And make no mistake, my friend Your pointless life will end But before you go Can you look at the truth You have a lovely singing voice A lovely singing voice And all of those Who sing on-key They stole the notion From you and me So, sing your life (sing your life) Sing your life (sing your life) Oh, sing your oh Oh, sing your Sing your life Sing your life Sing your life Oh, sing your oh (Sing your life) (Sing your life) Sing your life (Sing your life) |
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3:32 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Your poor witness
Crying so loudly on the floor Oh, well, she's only trying to tell you What it was that she saw She is only trying to tell you What it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table With her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion In your soul for Your mute witness Still testing the strength Of our patience Oh, well she's only trying to tell you What it was that she saw She is only trying to tell you What it was that she saw Now see her pointing to the frisbee With a memory so fuzzy And her silent words Describing the sight of last night 4 A.M. Northside, Clapham Common Oh, god, what was she doing there Will she sketch the answer later Well, I will ask her Now dry your tears, my dear Now see her mime in time so nicely It would all have been so clear If only she had never volunteered Your taxi is here, my dear La, la, la-la... |
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2:56 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Your boyfriend, he
Went down on one knee Well, could it be He's only got one knee I tried to surprise you With Vodka Or Tizer I can't quite quite remember But you didn't thank me You didn't even thank me Because you never do Your boyfriend, he Has the gift of the gab Or, could it be The gift of the grab I tried to surprise you I lay down beside you And nothing much happened And you didn't phone me You didn't even phone me Because it's not your style To dial Your boyfriend, he Has displayed to me More than just a Real hint of cruelty I tried to surprise you I crept up behind you With a homeless chihuahua You "coo"-ed for an hour You handed him back and said "You'll never guess - I'm bored now" |
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1:59 | ||||
from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Found found found
Found found found Someone who's worth it In this murkiness Someone who's never Seeming scheming I've... Found found found Found found found Someone who's worth it In this murkiness Someone who's never Seeming to be scheming (Oh, but if I'd never found) (Oh, but if I'd never found) Oh, but if I'd never found I do believe that The more you give your love And I do believe that The more you give your trust The more you give your trust And the more you give your love The more you're bound to lose The more you're bound to lose (Oh, but if I'd never found) (Oh, but if I'd never found) Somebody who wants to be Who wants to be with me All the time |