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from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
With no complications
Fifteen generations (of mine) All honouring Nature Until I arrive (With incredible style) I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the line No baby pulled screaming Out into this seething whirl By chance or whim (Or even love) Our family tree hacked into decline And I'm spared the pain Of ever saying ("Goodbye") I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the line The decision is mine The end of the family line The end of the line I'm the end of the line The end of the family line The end of the |
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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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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
You hiss and groan
And you constantly moan But you don't ever go away And that's because all you need is me. You roll your eyes Up to the skies Mock horrified But you're still here All you need is me There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me You bang your head against the wall And say you're sick of it all Yet, you remain 'Cause all you need is me And then you offer your one and only joke And ask me "What will I be, When I grow up to be a man"? Me? Nothing! There's a soft voice Singing in your head Who can this be? I do believe it's me There's a naked man standing Laughing in your dreams You know who it is But you don't like what it means There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me I was a small fat child in a welfare house There was only one thing I ever dreamed about Fate has just handed it to me Whoopee! You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
You hiss and groan
And you constantly moan But you don't ever go away And that's because all you need is me. You roll your eyes Up to the skies Mock horrified But you're still here All you need is me There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me You bang your head against the wall And say you're sick of it all Yet, you remain 'Cause all you need is me And then you offer your one and only joke And ask me "What will I be, When I grow up to be a man"? Me? Nothing! There's a soft voice Singing in your head Who can this be? I do believe it's me There's a naked man standing Laughing in your dreams You know who it is But you don't like what it means There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me I was a small fat child in a welfare house There was only one thing I ever dreamed about Fate has just handed it to me Whoopee! You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
You hiss and groan
And you constantly moan But you don't ever go away And that's because all you need is me. You roll your eyes Up to the skies Mock horrified But you're still here All you need is me There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me You bang your head against the wall And say you're sick of it all Yet, you remain 'Cause all you need is me And then you offer your one and only joke And ask me "What will I be, When I grow up to be a man"? Me? Nothing! There's a soft voice Singing in your head Who can this be? I do believe it's me There's a naked man standing Laughing in your dreams You know who it is But you don't like what it means There's so much destruction All over the world And all you can do is complain about me I was a small fat child in a welfare house There was only one thing I ever dreamed about Fate has just handed it to me Whoopee! You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You don't like me but you love me, Either way you're wrong You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
So...the choice I have made
May seem strange to you But who asked you, anyway? It's my life to wreck My own way You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole So...the life I have made May seem wrong to you But, I've never been surer It's my life to ruin My own way You see...to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul In part, and in whole To someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul Part, and in whole So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Alma matters In mind, body and soul Part, and in whole To someone, somewhere, oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah... |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Were you and he Lovers?
and would you say so if you were? on a forecourt on a Friday passing my way Were you and he Lovers? and if you were, then say that you were! on a groundsheet under canvas with your tent-flap open wide A note upon his desk: "P.S. Bring Me Home And Have Me!" Leather elbows on a tweed coat - Oh! - Is THAT the best you can do? So came his reply: "...but on the desk is where I want you!" So I ask (even though I know): were you and he Lovers? |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
Bolt-lock your doors
Alarm your cars And still we move in closer Every day Top of the list Is your smiling kids But we'll be smiling too So that's OK Oh, and by the way Thank you, because you're Giving, giving, giving And we're receiving - No, no, we're taking Keeping the population down Your taxes paid, but Police waylaid And we knows When the school bus Comes and goes We're on your street, but You don't see us Or, if you do You smile and say Hello BUT DON'T UNDERESTIMATE US When you are Giving, giving, giving And we're receiving - No, no, we're taking Just keeping The population down You're giving, giving, giving Well, it's your own fault For reproducing We're just keeping The population down |
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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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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
I know these roads
Each ridge and narrow bridge Each chevron Enticing me on Each warning sign I take in my stride I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't dwell on things I'm missing I'm just pleased With the things I've found I know these roads An old hand understands Above all, I know what's Expected of me now Veering cliffwards I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't dwell on things I'm missing I'm just pleased With the things I've found With the things I've found With the things I've found I've found I've been crying It comes back on these salient days And it stays And it says: "We've never really been away" I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't think of who I'm missing I've got no space and no time In my life, anymore No space or time In my life, anymore For revenge |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Angel, Angel
don't take your life tonight I know they take and that they take in turn and they give you nothing real for yourself in return and when they've used you and they've broken you and wasted all your money and cast your shell aside and when they've bought you and they've sold you and they've billed you for the pleasure and they've made your parents cry I will be here BELIEVE ME I will be here ...believe me Angel, don't take your life some people have got no pride they do not understand the Urgency of life but I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life |
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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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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to Shyness is nice, and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to So, if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd like to try ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ? Coyness is nice, and Coyness can stop you From saying all the things in Life you'd like to So, if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd like to try ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ? Spending warm Summer days indoors Writing frightening verse To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Because if it's not Love Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb.. That will bring us together Nature is a language - can't you read ? Nature is a language - can't you read ? |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel Where the men and the women Are acquainted quite well And the drunkards keep on drinking And oh, my room is cold I'm disputing the bill I will sleep in my clothes And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of this awful hotel Where the slime and the grime Gel And I cannot - or, I do not And oh, my room is cold And I'm envying you never having to choose And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of the Sands Hotel It's not low-life, it's just people Having a good time And oh, my invalid friend Oh, my invalid friend In our different ways we are The same |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
No no no
he does not want to depress you oh no no no no no he only wants to impress you Bengali in platform she only wants to embrace your culture and to be your friend forever Bengali, Bengali oh shelve your Western plans and understand that life is hard enough when you belong here A silver-studded rim that glistens and an ankle-star that...blinds me a lemon sole so very high which only reminds me, to tell you so I break the news gently I break the news to you gently "Shelve your plans" Bengali, Bengali its the touchy march of time that blinds you don't blame me don't hate me just because I'm the one to tell you that life is hard enough when you belong here life is hard enough when you belong here shelve your western plans life is hard enough when you belong here |
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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house The best friend on the payroll No, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out No, no, no, no The best friend on the payroll Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later The best friend on the payroll Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out No, no, no, no The best friend on the payroll Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later The best friend on the payroll No, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out No, no, no, no The best friend on the payroll No, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Sweetness, sweetness i was only jokingWhen i said i'd like to smash every toothIn your headOh... sweetness, sweetness, i was only jokingWhen i said by rights you should beBludgeoned in your bedAnd now i know how joan of arc feltNow i know how joan of arc feltAs the flames rose to her roman noseAnd her walkman started to meltOh...Bigmouth, la... bigmouth, la...Bigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceOh, bigmouth, la... bigmouth, laBigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceAnd now i know how joan of arc feltNow i know how joan of arc feltAs the flames rose to her roman noseAnd her hearing aid started to meltBigmouth, la... bigmouth, la...Bigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceOh...Bigmouth, oh... bigmouth, la...Bigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceOh ...Bigmouth, oh... bigmouth, la...Bigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceOh...Bigmouth, oh... bigmouth, la...Bigmouth strikes againAnd i've got no right to take my placeWith the human raceOh...
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
Say, Billy Budd
so you think you should? everyone's laughing say, Billy Budd so you think that you should? everyone's laughing! since I took up with you Things have been bad yeah, but now it's 12 years on now it's 12 years on yes, and I took up with you I took my job application into town did you hear? they turned me down yes and it's all because of us and what was in our eyes Say, Billy Budd I would happily lose both of my legs if it meant you could be free |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
Say, Billy Budd
so you think you should? everyone's laughing say, Billy Budd so you think that you should? everyone's laughing! since I took up with you Things have been bad yeah, but now it's 12 years on now it's 12 years on yes, and I took up with you I took my job application into town did you hear? they turned me down yes and it's all because of us and what was in our eyes Say, Billy Budd I would happily lose both of my legs if it meant you could be free |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
The one I love
Is standing near The one I love Is everywhere I can woo you I can amuse you But there is nothing I can do to make you mine Black cloud, black cloud The one I love Roosts in the mind Can snap this spell Or increase hell I can chase you And I can catch you But there is nothing I can do to make you mine Black cloud, black cloud Oh, black cloud Oh, black cloud I play the game Of favorites now I can I must I will I do I can please you Or I can freeze you out But there is nothing I can do to make you mine Black cloud, black cloud, black cloud I can choke myself to please you And I can sink much lower than usual But there's nothing I can do To make you mine |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
The strange logic of your clumsiest line
stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends tonight it wasn't Youth, it wasn't even Life born Old, sadly wise resigned (well, we were) to ending our lives I'm so glad to grow older to move away from those awful times I want to see all my friends tonight Yes you found love but you weren't at peace with your life home late, full of Hate despise the ties that bind oh I'm so glad to grow older to move away from those younger years now I'm in love for the first time and I don't feel bad Let me see all my old friends let me put my arm around them because I really do love them now, does that sound mad? Captain of games, solid framed I stood on the touchline hailstones, driven home in his car - no breaks? I don't mind I'm just so glad to grow older to move away from those darker years I'm in love for the first time and I don't feel bad so wish me luck my friends goodbye |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? with the loves and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died seems so unfair and I want to cry You say "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but I've read well, and I've heard them said a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take "on loans" there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall You say "ere long done do does did" words which could only be your own and then you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804 A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy and I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
I take the cue from
Certain people I know I use the cue And then I Hand it on to you And when I swing it So, it catches his eye ... (Weren't you there ? - You'd have died !) I trust the views of Certain people I know They look at Danger And they LAUGH THEIR HEADS OFF Their clothes are Imitation George the 23rd (Don't you find this absurd ?) I'd hate to be like Certain people I know They break their necks And can't afford to Get them fixed Ah, they'd sacrifice all Of their principles for anything cashable I do believe it's terrible Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
I take the cue from
Certain people I know I use the cue And then I Hand it on to you And when I swing it So, it catches his eye ... (Weren't you there ? - You'd have died !) I trust the views of Certain people I know They look at Danger And they LAUGH THEIR HEADS OFF Their clothes are Imitation George the 23rd (Don't you find this absurd ?) I'd hate to be like Certain people I know They break their necks And can't afford to Get them fixed Ah, they'd sacrifice all Of their principles for anything cashable I do believe it's terrible Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
I take the cue from Certain people I know I use the cue And then I Hand it on to you And when I swing it So, it catches his eye ... (Weren't you there ? - You'd have died !) I trust the views of Certain people I know They look at Danger And they LAUGH THEIR HEADS OFF Their clothes are Imitation George the 23rd (Don't you find this absurd ?) I'd hate to be like Certain people I know They break their necks And can't afford to Get them fixed Ah, they'd sacrifice all Of their principles for anything cashable I do believe it's terrible Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah Oh, wo, wo Ah, ah, ah, ah |
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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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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
Head in the clouds, and a mouthful of pie Head in a blouse, everybody loves him I see why Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave "I love Karen, I love Sharon" on the windowscreen With never the need to fight or to question a single thing Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave He'd love to touch, he's afraid that he might self-combust I could say more, but you get the general idea Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham, Dagenham Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Dagenham, Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dave, oh, Dagenham, dagenham Dagenham Dave Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave Oh, Dave, oh, Dave, oh, Dave Oh, Dave |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
I don't mind
I never left an impression on anyone I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson So now you send me your hardened 'regards' Sincerely I must tell you When once you'd send me 'Love' Your mild 'best wishes' I don't mind I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson They make me suspicious I never left an impression on anyone The pressure to change, to move on And very strong Was strange I really do understand BYE BYE So this is why I tell you I don't mind if you forget me No no no no no no no It may not eat you but it will beat you You can only be strong for so long So this is why I tell you I really don't understand This time IS CRUEL REJECTION IS ONE THING BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL REJECTION IS ONE THING IS CRUEL BUT REJECTION FROM A FOOL I don't mind if you forget meAnd I don't mind if you forget me |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
our unsleepable friend
gets the message on an ill-wind 'all your friends and your foes would rather die than have to touch you TO SAY THE LEAST truly disappointed truly, truly, truly drank too much said too much and there's nowhere to go - but down young boy - i wanna help you SEE THESE LINES?: truly disappointed truly, truly, truly don't talk to me now about people who are "nice" 'cause i have spent my WHOLE LIFE in RUINS... because of people who were "nice" this world may lack style, i know but each bud must blossom and grow young girl one day we really will be old but the thing is: i love you NOW this is the last song i will ever sing no i've changed my mind again GOODNIGHT AND THANK YOU |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
our unsleepable friend
gets the message on an ill-wind 'all your friends and your foes would rather die than have to touch you TO SAY THE LEAST truly disappointed truly, truly, truly drank too much said too much and there's nowhere to go - but down young boy - i wanna help you SEE THESE LINES?: truly disappointed truly, truly, truly don't talk to me now about people who are "nice" 'cause i have spent my WHOLE LIFE in RUINS... because of people who were "nice" this world may lack style, i know but each bud must blossom and grow young girl one day we really will be old but the thing is: i love you NOW this is the last song i will ever sing no i've changed my mind again GOODNIGHT AND THANK YOU |
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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days You won't win With your standards so high And your spirits so low This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day At least remember ... Just do your best and don't ... The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Don't worry, oh And again, you won't win Against the worst of how you are See the best of how they look With your standards so high And your spirits so low At least remember ... Don't worry, oh This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress Just do your best and don't ... The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Just do your best and don't ... The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair Don't worry, oh Just do your best and don't ... Don't worry, oh The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair Just do your best and don't ... Do your best and don't Don't worry, oh |
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from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
I'm driving
Your girlfriend home And she's saying How she never chose you Turn left, she says I turn left And she says So how did I end up So deeply involved in The very existence I planned on avoiding And I can't answer I'm driving Your girlfriend home And she's laughing To stop herself crying Drive on, she says I drive on And she says So how did I end up Attached to this person When his sense of humour Gets gradually worser And I can't tell her I'm parking Outside her home And we're shaking hands Goodnight, so politely |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is the coastal town that they forgot to close down armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon - come everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey hide on the promenade etch on a postcard: How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb come, come nuclear bomb come, come nuclear bomb! everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey trudging back over pebbels and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face) everyday is like sunday "win yourself a cheap tray" share some grease-tea with me everyday is silent and grey |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
trudging slowly over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is the coastal town that they forgot to close down armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon - come everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey hide on the promenade etch on a postcard: How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb come, come nuclear bomb come, come nuclear bomb! everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey trudging back over pebbels and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face) everyday is like sunday "win yourself a cheap tray" share some grease-tea with me everyday is silent and grey |
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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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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 |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground Well, she lives for the written word And people come second, or possibly third And there is no style, but I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong But deep in my heart, I know I am not And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain Without my contribution So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Page after page of sniping rage An English singe or an American tinge "There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year" (It's never in this year) I do think this, but I can't admit it To the girl least likely to So one more song with no technique One more song which seems all wrong... And oh, the news is bad again See me as I am again And the scales of justice sway one way In the rooms of those least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong But the moods and the styles too frequently change From twenty one to twenty five, from twenty five to twenty nine And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, one more song about The Queen Or standing around the shops with thieves "But somebody's got to make it!" she screams "So why why can't it be me?" But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart Which is hurt So how many times will I shed a tear? And another stage of verse to cheer When you shine in the public eye, my dear Please remember these nights When I sit and support with a dutiful smile Because there's nothing I can say So chucking, churning, and turning the knife On everything (except their own life) And a clock somewhere strikes midnight And an explanation - it drains me If only there could be a way There is a different mood all over the world A different youth, unfamiliar views And dearest, it could all be for you So will you come down and I'll meet you? And with no more poems, with nothing to hear Oh darling, it's all for you... Darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's really serious There were times when I could Have "murdered" her (But you know, I would hate Anything to happen to her) NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER Do you really think She'll pull through ? Do you really think She'll pull through ? Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's serious My, my, my, my, my, my baby, goodbye There were times when I could Have "strangled" her (But you know, I would hate Anything to happen to her) WOULD YOU PLEASE LET ME SEE HER ! Do you really think She'll pull through ? Do you really think She'll pull through ? Do ... Let me whisper my last goodbyes I know - IT'S SERIOUS |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
First day with the joy you find,
Everyone lies. First day with the joy you find, Nobody minds, Everyone lies. Everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? Third week with the joy you find, And where is the woman you love? "We won't vote Conservative, Because we never have.", Everything dies. Everyone lies, everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? I wouldn't dream of it now. I used to dream and I used to vow, We look to Los Angeles London is dead For the language we use London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead I'm still too much in love, I'm too much in love |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
First day with the joy you find,
Everyone lies. First day with the joy you find, Nobody minds, Everyone lies. Everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? Third week with the joy you find, And where is the woman you love? "We won't vote Conservative, Because we never have.", Everything dies. Everyone lies, everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? I wouldn't dream of it now. I used to dream and I used to vow, We look to Los Angeles London is dead For the language we use London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead I'm still too much in love, I'm too much in love |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
here is London, here is London
is it home of the free or what can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me I've got faith in you I sense the power in the fingers within an hour the power can totally destroy me (or, it could save my life) here in London 'home of the brash, outrageous you may be repressed but your remarkably dressed is it Real? and we're all so busy busy scissors hairdresser on fire all alone, Sloane Square oh you're far too busy to see me busy, busy hairdresser on fire's Was a client overcautious he made you nervous and when he said "I'm going to sue you" I really felt for you so can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and supernaturally change me CHANGE CHANGE ME |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever we please And everything depends upon How near you stand to me And if the people stare Then the people stare Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care Kiss My Shades Hand in glove The Good People laugh Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds Yes, we may be hidden by rags But we've something they'll never have And if the people stare Then the people stare Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care Kiss My Shades ... oh ... So, hand in glove I stake my claim I'll fight to the last breath If they dare touch a hair on your head I'll fight to the last breath For the Good Life is out there somewhere So stay on my arm, you little charmer But I know my luck too well Yes, I know my luck too well And I'll probably never see you again I'll probably never see you again I'll probably never see you again Oh ... |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
I need you
Simple words But words which had never been heard By the soul Stoned to death But still living And so he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried Ride our minds If you must But there’s always a line you don’t cross Time is short Don’t be cruel Oh you don’t know the power In what you’re saying Oh ... And so he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried ... People where I come from They survive without feelings or blood I never could Was stoned to death But I’m still living So he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried So he froze where he stood And he looked, and he looked To the ground And he cried He cried |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
He knows (he knows)
Or, I think he does 'Cause when I lived In the arse of the world He knows, he knows He knows I'd love To see him happy (Or as close as is allowed) Oh, 'cause when I lived In the arse of the world... He knows, he knows He knows I'd love To see him happy (Or as close as possible) As close as possible As close as possible As close as is allowed Oh, my name still conjures up deadly deeds And a bad taste in the mouth And the police - they actually know me They said : "You're just another person in the world You're just another fool with radical views You're just another who has maddening views You want to turn it on its head By staying in bed !" I said : "I know I do" He doesn't know... |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
He Knows (he knows)
Or, I think he does In the Arse of the world 'Cause when I lived To see him happy He knows, he knows He knows I'd love Oh, 'cause when I lived (Or as close as is allowed) To see him happy In the Arse of the world ... He knows, he knows He knows I'd love As close as possible (Or as close as possible) As close as is allowed And a bad taste in the mouth As close as possible Oh, my name still conjures up deadly deeds And the police - they actually know me "You're just another person in the world They said : You're just another fool with radical views By staying in bed !" You're just another who has maddening views You want to turn it on its head I said: "I know I do" He doesn't know |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now I was looking for a job, and then I found a job And heaven knows I'm miserable now In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ? Two lovers entwined pass me by And heaven knows I'm miserable now I was looking for a job, and then I found a job And heaven knows I'm miserable now In my life Oh, why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ? What she asked of me at the end of the day Caligula would have blushed "You've been in the house too long she said And I (naturally) fled In my life Why do I smile At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ? I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour But heaven knows I'm miserable now "You've been in the house too long" she said And I (naturally) fled In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
A bond of trust has been abused something of value may be lost give up your job squander your cash - be rash just hold on to your friends There are more than enough to fight and oppose why waste good time fighting the people you like who would fall defending your name don't feel so ashamed to have freinds But now you only call me when you're feeling depressed when you feel happy I'm so far from your mind my patience is stretched my loyalty vexed you're losing all of your friends Hold on to your friends hold on to your friends resist - or move on be mad, be rash smoke and explode sell all of your clothes just bear in mind: there just might come a time when you need some friends |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
I am the son
And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Oh, of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does There's a club, if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you So you go, and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home, and you cry And you want to die When you say it's gonna happen "now" Well, when exactly do you mean ? See I've already waited too long And all my hope is gone You shut your mouth How can you say I go about things the wrong way ? I am Human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
I am hated for loving
I am hated for loving anonymous call, poison pen I still don't belong to anyone - I AM MINE I am hated for loving I am haunted for wanting brick in the small of the back again anonymous call, poison pen I still don't belong brick in the small of the back again I am falling to anyone - I AM MINE with no noe to catch me I am falling no one to catch me and there's still anonymous call, poison pen brick in the small of the back again I still don't belong I just don't belongto anywhere |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing
happy being no one, but themselves Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes who think it's very clever to be cruel to you for you were so different you stood all alone and you knew that it had to be so avoiding ordinary boys happy going nowhere, just around here in their rattling cars and ordinary girls never seeing further than the cold, small streets that trap them but you were so different you had to say no when those empty fools tried to change you, and claim you for the lair of their ordinary world where they feel so lucky so lucky, so lucky with their lives laid out before them they're so lucky, so lucky so lucky, so lucky |
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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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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
My love,
Wherever you are, Whatever you are, Don't lose faith. To you. I know it's gonna happen someday Ah, ha, ha, Please wait . . . Please wait . . . Don't lose faith. Wait . . . You say that the day And it's never seemed so far away. Just never arrives To you. Please wait . . . Still I know it's gonna happen someday Don't lose faith |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
My love,
Wherever you are, Whatever you are, Don't lose faith. To you. I know it's gonna happen someday Ah, ha, ha, Please wait . . . Please wait . . . Don't lose faith. Wait . . . You say that the day And it's never seemed so far away. Just never arrives To you. Please wait . . . Still I know it's gonna happen someday Don't lose faith |
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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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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced Three-word gesture I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something ...And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And I doused another venture With a gesture That was ... absolutely vile I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something ...And now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And now eighteen months' hard labour Seems ... fair enough I started something And I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Again
I lay awake And I cried because of waste I'd love to (But only with you Only with you) Oh, time is gonna wipe us out There, I've said it loud and clear So that you will hear There's no one in view Just you Just you And time will never wipe you out Now I've had enough I've had more than could be My rightful share Of nights I can't bear How can it be fair ? Time must wipe them out So, again, I lay awake In a trance Oh, I just want my chance But only with you Only with you That's all That's all Aah... |
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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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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
Could this be an arm around my waist?
Well, surely the hand contains a knife It's been so all of my life Why change now? - "It hasn't!" Now this might surprise you, but I find I'm OK by myself And I don't need you Or your morality to save me No, no, no, no, no Then came an arm around my shoulder Well surely the hand holds a revolver It's been so all of my life Why change now? - "It hasn't!" Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm o.k. by myself And I don't need you Or your benevolence to make sense No, no, no! After all these years I find I'm OK by myself And I don't need you Or your homespun philosophy No, no, no, no This might make you throw up in your bed I'm o.k. by myself! And I don't need you And I never have, I never have No, no, no, no! |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch I have decided I'm throwing my arms around, around Paris Because only stone and steel accept my love. In the absence of your smiling face I traveled all over the place And I have decided I'm throwing my arms around, around Paris Because only stone and steel accept my love I'm throwing my arms around, around Paris Because only stone and steel accept my love. I'm throwing my arms around Paris Because nobody wants my love Nobody wants my love Nobody needs my love Nobody wants my love Yes, you made yourself plain Yes, you made yourself very plain |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
I'm standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart I've changed my plea I've changed my plea to guilty Because freedom is wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Outside there is a pain Emotional air raids exhausted my heart And it's safer to be inside So, I'm changing my plea And no one can dissuade me Because freedom was wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Something I have learned If there is one thing in life I've observed It's that everybody's got somebody Ooh no, not me So I've changed my plea to guilty And reason and freedom is a waste It's a lot like life |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
there are some bad people on the rise
there are some bad people on the rise they're saving their own skins by ruining poeple's lives bad, bad people on the rise young married couple in debt ever felt had young married couple in debt ever felt had on a goverment scheme designed to kill your dream oh mum, oh dad once poor always poor la la la la interesting drug the one that you took TELL THE TRUTH - IT REALLY HELPED YOU interesting drug the one that you took god, it really really helped you i wonder why you're only half-ashamed "because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! and look around can you blame us CAN you blame us |
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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 - 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 - Years Of Refusal (2009)
Your voice it might say "no"
But the heart has a will of its own Your voice it might say "no" But the heart has a heart of its own It's not your birthday anymore There's no need to be kind to you And the will to see you smile and belong has now gone It's not your birthday anymore Did you really think we meant All those syrupy, sentimental things That we said? It cannot be given And so it must be taken It cannot be given And so it must be taken All of the gifts that they gave can't compare in any way To the love I am now giving to you Right here, right now on the floor All of the gifts that they gave can't compare in any way To the love I am now giving to you Right here, right now on the floor It's not your birthday anymore There's no need to be kind to you And the will to see you smile and belong has now gone It's not your birthday anymore Did you really think we meant All those syrupy, sentimental things That we said yesterday? |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
oh you look so tired
mouth slack and wide ill-housed and ill advised your face is as mean as your life has been crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you and i know a place where no one is likely to pass oh you don't care if its late oh you don't care if you're lost and oh you look so tired (but tonight you presumed too much) and if it's the last thing i'm going to do I'M GOING TO GET YOU crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you no one knows a thing about my life i can come and go as i please if i want to i can stay if i want to i can leave nobody knows me nobody knows me |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
oh you look so tired mouth slack and wide ill-housed and ill advised your face is as mean as your life has been crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you and i know a place where no one is likely to pass oh you don't care if its late oh you don't care if you're lost and oh you look so tired (but tonight you presumed too much) and if it's the last thing i'm going to do I'M GOING TO GET YOU crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you no one knows a thing about my life i can come and go as i please if i want to i can stay if i want to i can leave nobody knows me nobody knows me |
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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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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm Last night I felt Real arms around me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm So, tell me how long Before the last one ? And tell me how long Before the right one ? The story is old - I KNOW But it goes on The story is old - I KNOW But it goes on Oh, GOES ON And on Oh, goes on And on |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
The last night on Maudlin Street
goodbye house goodbye stairs I was born here I was raised here, and ...I took some stick here love at first sight may sound trite but it's true, you know I could list the details of everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood that day and as we spend the last night on Maudlin Street, I say "goodbye house-forever!" I never stole a happy hour around here Where the world's ugliest boy became what you see here I am - the ugliest man Its the last night on Maudlin Street and truly I do love you oh, truly I do love you When I sleep with that picture of you framed beside my bed oh, it's childish and it's silly but I think it's you in my room by the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...) and I know I took strange pills but I never meant to hurt you oh truly I love you I came home late one night everyone had gone to bed nobody stays up for you when you have sixteen stitches all around your head the last buss I missed to Maudlin Street so, he drove me home in the Van complaining: "Women only like me for my mind..." don't leave your torch behind power-cuts ahead as we crept through the park but no I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you but you...without clothes oh I could not keep a straight face me - without clothes? well a nation turns its back and gags... I'm packed I am moving house a half-life disappears today every slag waves me on (secretly wishing me gone well, I will be soon oh - I will be soon) There were bad times on Maudlin Street when they took you away in a police car dear Inspector - don't you know? don't you care? don't you know - about Love? Your gran died and your mother died on Maudlin Street in pain and ashamed with never time to say those special things I took the keys from Maudlin Street well, it's only bricks and mortar! and...truly I do love you wherever you are wherever you are |
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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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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Let the right one in
Let the old dreams die Let the wrong ones go They cannot They cannot They cannot do what you want them to do Oh ... Let the right one in Let the old dreams die Let the wrong ones go They do not They do not They do not see what you want them to Oh ... Let the right one in Let the old things fade Put the tricks and schemes (for good) away Ah ... I will advise Ah ... Until my mouth dries Ah ... I will advise you to ... Ah ... let the right one slip in Slip in Slip in And when at last it does I'd say you were within your rights to bite The right one and say, "what kept you so long ?" "What kept you so long ?" Oh ... |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
Always looking for attention always needs to be mentioned who does she think she should be? the shrill cry through darkening air doesn't she know he's already had such a busy day? SOMEBODY TELL HER...SHHH It was only a test but she swam too far against the tide she deserves all she gets the sky became mad with stars as an out-stretched arm slowly disappears OH HURRAY Please don't worry there'll be no fuss she was...NOBODY'S NOTHING When he awoke the sea was calm and another day passes like a dream |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
An afternoon nostalgia
television show you spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) although the panel were very polite to you but I remembered you from Friday nights 1969 ATV - you murdered every line too old to be a child star too young to take leads four seasons passed and they AXED you nervously juvenile (WON'T SMILE!) What became of you? did that swift eclipse torture you? a star at eighteen and then-suddenly gone down to a few lines in the back page of a teenage annual oh but I remembered you I looked up to you |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
when your gift unfurls
when your talent becomes apparent i will roar from the stalls i will gurgle from the circle the saints smile shyly down on you they couldn't get over your nine-leaved clover lucky lisp was not wasted on you lucky lisp wasn't wasted on you when your name is with the best will my name be on your guest list? i will roar from the stalls oh the balcony fool was me, you fool jesus made this all for you, love he couldn't get over your grandma's omen lucky lisp was not wasted on you lucky lip wasn't wasted on you |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
On this glorious occasion...
of the splendid defeat I wanna start from before the beginning Loot wine, "Be mine, and Then let's stay out for the night" Ride via Parkside, semi-perilous lives Jeer the lights in the windows Of all safe and stable homes (But wondering then, Well what could peace of mind be like?) Anyway do you want to hear Our story, or not? As the Fulham Road lights Stretch and invite into the night From a Stevenage overspill We'd kill to live around SW6 - with someone like you Keep thieves' hours With someone like you ...As long as it slides You stalk the house In a low-cut blouse: "Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!" And the Fulham Road lights Stretch and invite into the night Well, I was fifteen What could I know? When the gulf between All the things I need And the things I receive Is an ancient ocean wide, wild, lost, uncrossed Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you You do all that you do Because it's all you can do Well, I was fifteen Where could I go? With a soul full of loathing For stinging bureaucracy Making it anything Other than easy For working girls like me With my hands on my head I flop on your bed With a head full of dread For all I've ever said Maladjusted, maladjusted Maladjusted, maladjusted Never to be trusted Oh, never to be trusted There's nothing wrong with you, oh There's nothing wrong with you, oh There's nothing wrong with you, oh There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
Mama, why did you do it?
Mama, who drove you to it? Was it the pigs in grey suits Persecuting you? Uncivil servants Unconcerned at how they frightened you Life is nothing much to lose It's just so lonely here without you Mama, why did you do it? Mama, who drove you to it? Spare priggish money men Who scared the life out of you Bailiffs with bad breath I will slit their throats for you Life is nothing much to lose It's just so lonely here without you, mama Life is nothing much to lose It's just so lonely here without you So, we're gonna run to you We're gonna come to you We're gonna lie down beside you, mama We're gonna be with you We're gonna join you We're gonna lie down beside you, mama And we will be safe and sheltered in our graves We'll come before you And we will kiss you By way of one final hug, mama |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Further into the fog I fall
well, I was just following you! when you said: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (dial-a-cliche) "grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!" (dial-a-cliche) But the person underneath where does he go? does he slide by the wayside? or...does he just die? when you find that you've organized your feelings, for people who didn't like you then and certainly don't like you now yet still you say: "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (dial-a-cliche) "grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!" (dial-a-cliche) "the Safe way is the only way! there's always time to change, son!" yes well I've changed but I'm in pain! dial-a-chiche |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Michael's bones
Lay where he fell Face down on a sports ground Oh... He was just somebody's luckless son Oh, but now look what he's done Oh, look what he's done Your gentle hands are frozen And your unkissed lips are blue Your thinning clothes are hopeless And no one was mad about you Michael's bones Were very young But they were never to know Oh... Impetuous fun Mr. Policeman I don't know where you get such notions from His gentle hands are frozen And his unkissed lips are blue But his eyes still cry And now you've turned the last bend And see - are we all judged the same at the end? Tell me, tell me Oh, you lucky thing You are too brave And I'm ashamed of myself As usual Oh... |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
Moon River
Wider than a mile I'll be crossing you in style Someday Oh, Dreammaker You heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters Off to see the world I'm not so sure the world Deserves us We're after The same rainbow's end How come it's just around the bend ? It's always just around the bend ? Moon River Wider than a mile I'll be crossing you in style Someday Oh, Dreammaker You heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters Off to see the world I'm not so sure the world Deserves us We're after The same rainbow's end It's just around the bend It's just around the bend It's just around the bend It's just around the bend Oh ! Ooh ... Moon River Wider than a mile I'll be crossing you in style Someday Oh, Dreammaker You heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters Off to see the world I'm not so sure the world Deserves us We're after The same rainbow's end How come it's just around the bend ? It's always just around the bend ? Moon River Wider than a mile I'll be crossing you in style Someday Oh, Dreammaker You heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going your way Two drifters Off to see the world I'm not so sure the world Deserves us We're after The same rainbow's end It's just around the bend It's just around the bend It's just around the bend It's just around the bend It's just around the bend What you gonna do? |
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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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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
Come on to my house
Come on and do something new I know you love one person So why can't you love two? Give a little something Give a little something To my love life To my love life My love life, oh I know you love one person So why don't you love two? Give a little something Give a little something To my love life My love life, oh To my love life So why don't you love two? I know you love one person Oh give up... Come on to my houseI know you love... |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
David, the wind blows,
The wind blows Bits of your life away. Your friends all say, "Where is our boy? Ah, we've lost our boy". But they should know, Where you've gone, Because again and again you've explained That you're going to . . . Oh, oh, oh, going to . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah "England for the English", "England for the English". David, the wind's blown, The wind's blown All of my dreams away. And I still say, "Where is our boy? Ah, we've lost our boy". But I should know Why you've gone, Because again and again you've explained You're going to the National . . . Ah, to the National . . . There's a country, You don't live there, But one day you would like to. And if you show them what you're made of, Ah, then you might do. But David, we wonder, We wonder if the thunder Is ever really gonna begin, Begin, begin Your mum says, "I've lost my boy". But she should know Why you've gone, Because again and again you've explained You're going to the National, To the National, To the National Front disco, Because you want the day to come sooner, You want the day to come sooner, You want the day to come sooner, When you've settled the score. Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
sleep on and dream of love because it's the closest you will get to love poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried: "but Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity, sympathy and people discussing me" a frame of useless limbs what can make GOOD all the BAD that's been done? and if the lights were out could you even bear to kiss her full on the mouth (or anywhere?) poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a symbol of where mad, mad lovers must PAUSE and draw the line so sleep and dream of love because it's the closet you will get to love that November is a time which i must put OUT of my mind oh one fine day LET IT BE SOON she won't be rich or beautiful but she'll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
sleep on and dream of love
because it's the closest you will get to love poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who later cried: "but Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity, sympathy and people discussing me" a frame of useless limbs what can make GOOD all the BAD that's been done? and if the lights were out could you even bear to kiss her full on the mouth (or anywhere?) poor twisted child so ugly, so ugly poor twisted child oh hug me, oh hug me one November spawned a monster in the shape of this child who must remain a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her a symbol of where mad, mad lovers must PAUSE and draw the line so sleep and dream of love because it's the closet you will get to love that November is a time which i must put OUT of my mind oh one fine day LET IT BE SOON she won't be rich or beautiful but she'll be walking your streets in the clothes that she went out and chose for herself |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an analyst's couch quite Soon Your Father cracks a joke And in the usual way Empties the room Tell all of my friends (I don't have too many Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers) Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Rush to danger Wind up nowhere Patric Doonan - raised to wait I'm tired again, I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Every jammy Stressford poet Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Underact - express depression Ah, but Bunnie I loved you I was tired again I've tried again, and Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Could you pass by ? Oh ... Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So ... slow ... Slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
Always be careful
When you abuse the one you love The hour or the day, no one can tell But one day goodbye will be farewell And you will never see the one you love again You will never see the one you love again I have been thinking, what, with my final brain cell How time grips you, slimming, in it's spell And before you know, goodbye will be farewell And you will never see the one you love again And the smiling children tell you that you smell Well, just look at me A savage Beast with nothing to sell And when I die, I want to go to Hell And that's when goodbye should be farewell One day goodbye will be farewell So grab me while you still can, goodbye |
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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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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The Leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmere But Honey Pie, you're not safe here So you run down To the safety of the town But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle Dublin, Dundee, Humberside I wonder to myself Burn down the disco Hang the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE Hang the blessed DJ Because the music they constantly play On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down Provincial towns you jog 'round Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ .. |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
Papa Jack
Wants to turn Back the clock And reach out To the kids He once had Who have flown Papa Jack In decline Feels inclined To reach out To the kids He once had Who have flown But there was a time When the kids reached up And Papa Jack just Pushed them away Looking deep In his heart Papa Jack Doesn't like What he sees Or the time On his hands The dying day The chilly sun Papa Jack All alone Sings slow Grieving and low But there was a time When the kids reached up Now you can't always Have it your way Papa Jack |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
Pashernate love
In any form Whether real or a dream Pashernate love Could make your system erupt Into wild blisters and boils Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me It wouldn't lay one single finger on me Pashernate love Could make your Grandmother zoom Roller-skating back from the grave Pashernate love Could make your old Daddy feel Like he may have a reason to live Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me I'm always there It's always elsewhere Whoah, Pashernate love Oh, where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
off the rails i was and off the rail i was happy to say GET OUT OF MY WAY on the rack i was "easy meat" but a reasonably good buy a reasonably good buy the Piccadilly palare was just a silly slang between me and the boys in my gang "so bona to vada, OH YOU your lovely eek and your lovely riah" we plied an ancient trade where we threw all life's instructions away exchanging lies and digs (my way) well, in a belted coat oh i secretly knew that i hadn't a clue the Piccadilly palare was just a silly slang between me and the boys in my gang exchanging palare you wouldn't understand good songs like you NEVER DO so why do you smile when you think about Earl's Court? but you cry when you think of all the battles you've fought (and lost)? it may all end tomorrow or, it could go on forever (in which case: i'm doomed) it could go on forever.... |
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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
you don't know a thing about their lives they live where you wouldn't dare to drive you shake as you think of how they sleep but you write as if you all lie side by side reader - meet author, with the ope of hearing sense but you may be feeling let-down by the words of defence he says "no one ever sees me when i cry" you don't know a thing about their lives books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives but if a fight broke out here tonight you'd be the first away because you're that type and the year 2000 won't change anyone here as each fabled promise flies so fast you'll swear it was never there have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life? so safely with your software miles from the front line you hear the way the sad voice sings and you start to imagine things oh any excuse to write more lies |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind He won't be dragged down He's seen my face around He knows Heaven doesn't seem to be my home So I must find Somewhere else to go So I must find Somewhere else to go So, take it - please It's free You'll never see You'll never see All the fun in life it's cost me Satan rejected my soul As low as he goes He never quite goes this low He's seen my face around He knows Heaven doesn't seem To be my home So I must find Somewhere else to go So I must find Somewhere else to go So, take it please It's really sly Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on, come on Take it please It's really sly Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on, come on Call me in Pull me in, call me in Come on, come on, oh Come on, come on, come on Pull me in, pull me in Call me in, haul me in, pull me in Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on La la la la la Oh... |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
Seasick, Yet Still Docked - Morrissey
I am a poor freezingly cold soul So far from where I intended to go Scavenging through life's very constant lulls So far from where I'm determined to go Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love There is no way ... Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love But you see, I've got no charm Mmm... Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold Oh, this is very clear to you And you can tell I have never really loved You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day And all of my life no-one gave me anything No-one has ever given me anything My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye You must be such a fool To pass me by |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
I am a poor freezingly cold soul
So far from where I intended to go Scavenging through life's very constant lulls So far from where I'm determined to go Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love There is no way ... Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love But you see, I've got no charm Mmm... Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold Oh, this is very clear to you And you can tell I have never really loved You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day And all of my life no-one gave me anything No-one has ever given me anything My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye You must be such a fool To pass me by |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say : "Throw your skinny body down, son !" But I'm going to meet the one I love So please don't stand in my way Because I'm going to meet the one I love No, Mamma, let me go ! Young bones groan And the rocks below say : "Throw your white body down !" But I'm going to meet the one I love At last ! At last ! At last ! I'm going to meet the one I love La-de-da, la-de-da No, Mamma, let me go ! No ... I thought that if you had An acoustic guitar Then it meant that you were A Protest Singer Oh, I can smile about it now But at the time it was terrible No, Mamma, let me go No ... |
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