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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
You're the one for me, fatty,
You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. Ah-hey. All over Battersea, All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. Some hope and some despair. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. All over Battersea, Ah-hey. Some hope and some despair. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me fatty, You're the one for me-a-hey . |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
You're the one for me, fatty,
You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. Ah-hey. All over Battersea, All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. Some hope and some despair. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. All over Battersea, Ah-hey. Some hope and some despair. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me fatty, You're the one for me-a-hey . |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
You're the one for me, fatty,
You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. Ah-hey. All over Battersea, All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. Some hope and some despair. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. And I will stay, You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. All over Battersea, Ah-hey. Some hope and some despair. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. You're the one I really, really love. You're the one for me, fatty, And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me fatty, You're the one for me-a-hey . |
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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're gonna need someone on your side. You cannot do it by yourself any longer, Someone kindly told me that you've collected You're gonna need someone on your side. ah very sharp red knifes. (??) Oh, give yourself a break before you break down. And here I am! Well, you don't need to look so pleased. And here I am! Day or night, there is no difference, You're gonna need someone on your side. Day or night, there is no difference, You're gonna need someone soon. And here I am! And here I am! Well, you don't need to look so pleased
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
With the world's fate resting on your shoulder
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 Day or night, there is no difference You're gonna need someone on your side Day or night, there is no difference You're gonna need someone soon And here I am And here I am Well, you don't need to look so pleased |
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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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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 - 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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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
yes, i am blind no, i can't see the good things just the bad things yes, i am blind no, i can't see there must be something horribly wrong with me ? love's young dream i'm the one who shopped you i'm the one who stopped you 'cause in my sorry way i love you love's young dream aren't you sorry for what you've done? well, you're not the only one and in my sorry way I love you yes, i am blind but i do see evil people prosper over the likes of you and me ALWAYS little lamb on a hill run fast if you can good christians they want to KILL you and your life has not even begun ! |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
This town has dragged you down Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town This town has dragged you down Oh, no, and everybody's got to live their life And God knows I've got to live mine God knows I've got to live mine William, William it was really nothing William, William it was really nothing It was your life ... How can you stay with a fat girl who'll say : "Oh ! Would you like to marry me ? "And if you like you can buy the ring" She doesn't care about anything Would you like to marry me ? And if you like you can buy the ring I don't dream about anyone - except myself ! Oh, William, William it was really nothing William, William |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
i'm writing this to say
in a gentle way thank you - but no i will live my life as i will undoubtedly die alone i'm writing this to say in a gentle way thank you i will live my life as i for whether you stay or you stray an inbuilt guilt catches up with you and as it comes around to your place at 5 a.m. it wakes you up and it laughs in your face |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
Download something
useful, or useless because I'm lying here wide to receive almost anything you'd care to give and I don't get along with myself and I'm not too keen on anyone else Turn on, plug in then just walk away unlock, process then just go and I've never felt quite so alone as I do right now |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
The sanest days are mad
then you'll see the price very closely why don't you find out for yourself some men here they have a special interest in your career they wanna help you to grow then you'll see the glass and then syphon all your dough why don't you find out for yourself hidden in the grass why don't you find out for yourself you'll never believe me, so sick down to my heart that's just the way it goes they know the full extent of some men here they kneel and pray and they say: your distress why don't you find out for yourself "long may it last" hidden in the grass then you'll see the glass bad scenes come and go for which you must allow sick down to my heart I know exactly what they are that's just the way it goes Don't rake up my mistakes well... you just SIT THERE I've been stabbed in the back so many many times and... what do YOU do? I don't have any skin but that's just the way it goes |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
Late, secret means
But never in my favour But when all is said and done It's you I love Cold loving prose We stole each other's clothes But when all is said and done It's you I love Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes Oh no, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Oh ... Yes, yes ... Fights for rights Everyone's oh so quick with advice And when they've all said their piece It's still you I love Now just like then Then, then, then Then, then, yes, yes No, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, oh ... Mmm |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known For we have been through hell and high tide I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you So, what difference does it make ? So, what difference does it make ? It makes none But now you have gone And you must be looking very old tonight The devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied, and why ? Because you asked me to ! But now you make me feel so ashamed Because I've only got two hands Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh So, what difference does it make ? Oh, what difference does it make ? Oh, it makes none But now you have gone And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole, and then I lied Just because you asked me to But now you know the truth about me You won't see me anymore Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh But no more apologies No more, no more apologies Oh, I'm too tired I'm so sick and tired And I'm feeling very sick and ill today But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh Oh, my sacred one ... Oh ... |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
How sad are we?
And how sad have we been? We'll let you know, We'll let you know. You're really interested. Oh, but only if You wonder how We'll let you know. But only if We've stayed alive 'til now. You're really interested. Then, "honest I swear it's the turnstyles We're all smiles That make us hostile." We will descend On anyone unable to defend Themselves. And the songs we sing, They're not supposed to mean a thing, La da da . . . We may seem cold, Or we may even be The most depressing people you've ever known. That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know. At heart, what's left, of cource we know. We are the last truly British people that you will want to know |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
How sad are we?
And how sad have we been? We'll let you know, We'll let you know. You're really interested. Oh, but only if You wonder how We'll let you know. But only if We've stayed alive 'til now. You're really interested. Then, "honest I swear it's the turnstyles We're all smiles That make us hostile." We will descend On anyone unable to defend Themselves. And the songs we sing, They're not supposed to mean a thing, La da da . . . We may seem cold, Or we may even be The most depressing people you've ever known. That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know. At heart, what's left, of cource we know. We are the last truly British people that you will want to know |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
How sad are we ?
And how sad have we been ? We'll let you know We'll let you know Oh, but only if - you're really interested You wonder how We've stayed alive 'till now We'll let you know We'll let you know But only if - you're really interested We're all smiles Then, honest, I swear, it's the turnstiles That make us hostile Oh ... We will descend On anyone unable to defend Themselves Oh ... And the songs we sing They're not supposed to mean a thing La, la, la, la ... Oh ... You're lonely Oh ... you're lonely Oh ... GET OFF THE ROOF ! Oh ... Your Arsenal ! We may seem cold, or We may even be The most depressing people you've ever known At heart, what's left, we sadly know That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know We are the last truly British people you will ever know You'll never never want to know |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
We hate it when our friends become successful
We hate it when our friends become successful Oh, look at those clothes Now look at that face, it's so old And such a video ! Well, it's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... We hate it when our friends become successful And if they're Northern, that makes it even worse And if we can destroy them You bet your life we will Destroy them If we can hurt them Well, we may as well ... It's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... You see, it should've been me It could've been me Everybody knows Everybody says so They say : "Ah, you have loads of songs So many songs More songs than they'd stand Verse Chorus Middle eight Break, fade Just listen ..." La, la-la, la-la |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
We hate it when our friends become successful
We hate it when our friends become successful Oh, look at those clothes Now look at that face, it's so old And such a video ! Well, it's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... We hate it when our friends become successful And if they're Northern, that makes it even worse And if we can destroy them You bet your life we will Destroy them If we can hurt them Well, we may as well ... It's really laughable Ha, ha, ha ... You see, it should've been me It could've been me Everybody knows Everybody says so They say : "Ah, you have loads of songs So many songs More songs than they'd stand Verse Chorus Middle eight Break, fade Just listen ..." La, la-la, la-la |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
Used to be a sweet boy holding so tightly to Daddy's hand but that was all in some distant land Blazer and tie and a big bright healthy smile used to make all of our trials worthwhile Used to be a sweet boy and I'm not to blame but something went wrong something went wrong and I know I can't be to blame |
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from Morrissey - Maladjusted (1999)
Trouble loves me
Trouble needs me Two things More than you do Or would attempt to So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance Seems serene Trouble loves me Walks beside me To chide me Not to guide me It's still much more Than you'll do So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance seems serene See the fool I'll be Still running 'round On the flesh rampage Still running 'round Ready with ready-wit Still running 'round On the flesh rampage - At your age! Go to Soho, oh Go to waste in The wrong arms Still running 'round Trouble loves me Seeks and finds me To charlatanize me Which is only As it should be Oh, please fulfill me Otherwise, kill me Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it Faced with the music, as always I'll face it In the half-light So English, frowning Then at midnight I Can't get you out of my head A disenchanted taste Still running 'round A disenchanted taste Still running 'round |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
Tomorrow
Will it really come ? And if it does come Will I still be Human ? All I ask of you is one thing that you never do Would you put your arms around me ? (I won't tell anyone) Tomorrow Does it have to come ? All I ask of you is one thing that you'll never do Would you put your arms around me ? (I won't tell anybody) Tomorrow And what must come before ... Oh, the pain in my arms Oh, the pain in my legs Ooh, my shiftless body Tomorrow It's surely nearer now ? You don't think I'll make it I never said I wanted to ! Well did I ? Oh, the pain in my arms Oh, the pain in my legs Oh, yeah; oh, yeah No, yeah; no, yeah Through my shiftless body Tomorrow Tomorrow All I ask of you ... oh ... Is : would you tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me that you love me ! Ah, I know you don't mean it Ah, I know you don't mean it Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, tell me that you love me Tell me, oh, tell me, oh Tell me, oh, tell me, oh, tell me, oh Tell me, oh, tell me, oh |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car - This charming man! Why pamper life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat? I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said "it's gruesome that someone so handsome should care" A jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place He said "return the ring!" He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things... I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said "it's gruesome that someone so handsome should care" Uh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... A jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place He said "return the ring!" He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things... He knows so much about these things... |
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from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
There is a place
Reserved For me and my friends And when we go We all will go So you see I'm never alone There is a place With a bit more time And a few more Gentler words And looking back We will forgive (We had no choice We always did) All that we hope Is when we go Our skin And our blood And our bones Don't get in your way Making you ill The way they did When we lived Oh, there is a place A place in hell Reserved For me and my friends And if ever I Just wanted to cry Then I will Because I can |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people And they're young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I haven't got one Anymore Take me out tonight Because I want to see people and I Want to see life Driving in your car Oh, please don't drop me home Because it's not my home, it's their Home, and I'm welcome no more And if a double-decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten-ton truck Kills the both of us To die by your side Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine Take me out tonight Take me anywhere, I don't care I don't care, I don't care And in the darkened underpass I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last (But then a strange fear gripped me and I Just couldn't ask) Take me out tonight Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care I don't care, I don't care Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I haven't got one, da ... Oh, I haven't got one And if a double-decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten-ton truck Kills the both of us To die by your side Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out |
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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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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
there's too many people planning your downfall when your spirit's on trial these nights can be frightening sleep transports sadness to some other mid-brain but somebody here will not be here next year so you stand by the board full of fear and intention if you think that they're listening well you've got to be joking oh you understand change and you think it's essential but when your profession Is humiliation Say the wrong word to our children ... We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you Lay a hand on our children And it's never too late to have you Mucus on your collar A nail up through the staff chair A blade in your soap And you cry into your pillow To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief Say the wrong word to our children ... We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you Lay a hand on our children And it's never too late to have you To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief To be finished would be a relief I'm very glad the spring has come The sun shines out so bright All the birds that are on the trees Are singing for delight |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing I say Charles don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? And so I checked all the registered historical facts and I was shocked into shame to discover how I'm the 18th pale descendent of some old queen or other Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? oh has the world changed, or have I changed? some nine year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but when you are tied to your mother's apron no-one talks about castration We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things like love and law and poverty these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but the rain that flattens my hair these are the things that kill me Passed the pub that saps your body and the church who'll snatch your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Pass the pub that wrecks your body and the church, all they want is your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
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 and free' 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 half day.... 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 Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
You fight with your right hand And caress with your left hand Everyone I know is sick to death of you With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying Everyone I know is sick to death of you Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same, no way You say clever things and You never used to You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice Everyone here is sick to the Back teeth of you With a tear that's a mile wide In the kite that you're flying Everyone here is sick to the Tattoo of you Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same, no way You say pleasant things and There is no need to Still, you fight with your right hand And caress with your left hand Ooh, ooh ... Sad to say ... How once I was in love with you Sad to say ... You don't catch what I'm saying When you're deafened to advice Ooh, ooh ... Ever since You don't look the same You're just not the same, no way What the hell have They stuck into you ? |
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from Morrissey - Your Arsenal (1992)
The National Front Disco - Morrissey
David, the wind blows The wind blows ... Bits of your life away Your friends all say ... "Where is our boy ? Oh, 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, you're going to ... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah England for the English ! England for the English ! David, the winds blow The winds blow ... 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've gone 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 Oh, then you might do ... 간주중 But David, we wonder We wonder if the thunder Is ever really gonna begin Begin, begin Your mom says : "I've lost my boy" But she should know Why you've gone Because again and again you've explained You've gone 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 - Vauxhall And I (1994)
The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time I will be In the bar With my head On the bar I am now A central part Of your mind's landscape Whether you care Or do not Yeah, I've made up your mind The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time The more you ignore me The closer I get You're wasting your time Beware ! I bear more grudges Than lonely high court judges When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay Take the easy way And give in Yeah, and let me in Oh, let me in Oh let me ... Oh, let me in IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR IT'S WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR Oh, let me in Ah, the closer I get Ah, you're asking for it Ah, the closer I get Ooh, the closer I ... |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
I just wanna say
I haven't been away Where I always was I'm still right here So one day if you're bored Because you can do By all means call But only if you want to I just wanna say I haven't been away I'm still right here By all means call Where I always was But you might not get throughSo one day when you're bored Because you can do |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
I just wanna say
I haven't been away Where I always was I'm still right here So one day if you're bored Because you can do By all means call But only if you want to I just wanna say I haven't been away I'm still right here By all means call Where I always was But you might not get throughSo one day when you're bored Because you can do |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
A world war was announced days ago but they didn't know the lazy sunbathers the lazy sunbathers the sun burns through to the planet's core and it isn't enough they want more Nothing appears to be between the ears of the lazy sunbathers too jaded to question stagnation the sun burns through to the planet's core and it isn't enough they want more Religions fall children shelled "...CHILDREN SHELLED? THAT'S ALL VERY WELL, BUT WOULD YOU PLEASE KEEP THE NOISE DOWN LOW? BECAUSE YOU'RE WAKING THE LAZY SUNBATHERS..." |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
dear hero imprisoned with all the new crimes that you are Perfecting now oh i can't help quoting you because everything that you said rings true and now in my cell (well, i follwed you) and here's a list of who i slew reggie kray - do you know my name? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys and in my cell (well, i loved you) every man with a job to do Ronnie Kray - do you know my face ? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys the last of the fomous international playboys in our lifetime those who kill the newsworld hands them stardom and these are the ways on which i was raised these are the ways on which i was raised but i never wanted to kill I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL such things i do just to make myself more attractive to you HAVE I FAILED ? |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
dear hero imprisoned with all the new crimes that you are Perfecting now oh i can't help quoting you because everything that you said rings true and now in my cell (well, i follwed you) and here's a list of who i slew reggie kray - do you know my name? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys and in my cell (well, i loved you) every man with a job to do Ronnie Kray - do you know my face ? don't say you don't please say you do, i am: the last of the famous international playboys the last of the fomous international playboys in our lifetime those who kill the newsworld hands them stardom and these are the ways on which i was raised these are the ways on which i was raised but i never wanted to kill I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL such things i do just to make myself more attractive to you HAVE I FAILED ? |
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from Morrissey - Kill Uncle (1991)
Churchillian legs
Hair barely there Mmm, the harsh truth of the camera eye Your eyes signal pain Because of the strain of smiling The harsh truth of the camera eye Telling you all That you never wanted to know Showing you what You didn't want shown My so friendly lens It zooms into "The inner you" And it tells the harsh truth And nothing but Laugh with us all now, here If you can Then take the pictures home And scream Oh, ooh telling you all That you never wanted to know Showing what You didn't want shown This photographer He must have really had it in for you Ooh, I don't want To be judged anymore I don't want to be judged I would sooner be Loved I would sooner be Just blindly Loved |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies A murderous desire for love How can they look into my eyes And still they don't believe me ? How can they hear me say those words Still they don't believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever, they ever, believe me ? The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A plundering desire for love How can they see the Love in our eyes And still they don't believe us And after all this time They don't want to believe us And if they don't believe us now Will they ever believe us ? And when you want to Live How do you start ? Where do you go ? Who do you need to know ? ah... |
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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
He's just too good-natured and He's got too much money and He's got too many girlfriends I'm jealous, that's all Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He's got many girlfriends He thinks he owns this city He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He thinks he got the whole world in his hands Stood at the urinal He thinks he got the whole world in his hands And I'm gonna ... kill him ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh .... Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He's just too good-looking He's just too good-looking He's just too good-looking, and And, and ... Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
I was wasting my time Trying ti fall in love Disappointment came to me and Booted me and bruised and hurt me But that's how people grow up That's how people grow up I was wasting my time Looking for love Someone must look at me And see their sunlit dream I was wasting my time Praying for love For the love that never comes from Someone who does not exist and That's how people grow up That's how people grow up Ley me live before I die Oh, not me, not I I was wasting my life Always thinking about myself Someone on the deathbed said "there are other sorrows too" I was driving my car I crashed and broke my spine So yes, there are things worse in life than Never being someone's sweetie That's how people grow up That's how people grow up As for me I'm ok For now anyway
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
I was wasting my time
Trying ti fall in love Disappointment came to me and Booted me and bruised and hurt me But that's how people grow up That's how people grow up I was wasting my time Looking for love Someone must look at me And see their sunlit dream I was wasting my time Praying for love For the love that never comes from Someone who does not exist and That's how people grow up That's how people grow up Ley me live before I die Oh, not me, not I I was wasting my life Always thinking about myself Someone on the deathbed said "there are other sorrows too" I was driving my car I crashed and broke my spine So yes, there are things worse in life than Never being someone's sweetie That's how people grow up That's how people grow up As for me I'm ok For now anyway |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Park the car at the side of the road
You should know Time's tide will smother you And I will too When you laugh about people who feel so Very lonely. Their only desire is to die Well, I'm afraid It doesn't make me smile I wish I could laugh But that joke isn't funny anymore It's too close to home And it's too near the bone It's too close to home And it's too near the bone More than you'll ever know ... Kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down You kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down You kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down You kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down It was dark as I drove the point home And on cold leather seats Well, it suddenly struck me I just might die with a smile on my Face after all I've seen this happen in other people's Lives And now it's happening in mine (x3times..) |
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from Morrissey - Viva Hate (1988)
why do you come here
and why do you hang around? i'm so sorry i'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me ? when you know, oh why do you come? why do you telephone and why send me silly notes ? i'm so sorry i'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me ? when you know, oh why do you come ? you had to sneak into my room just to read my diary it was just to see all the things you knew i'd written about you but so many blank pages i'm so very sickened, oh i'm so sickened NOW |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
Why do you come here
why do you hang around I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? Why do you telephone? and why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? You had to sneak into my room 'just' to read my diary oh, it was just to see all the things you knew I'd written about you? and...so many illustrations I'm so very sickened oh, I am so sickened NOW |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
Why do you come here
why do you hang around I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? Why do you telephone? and why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry why do you come here when you know it makes things hard for me when you know, oh why do you come? You had to sneak into my room 'just' to read my diary oh, it was just to see all the things you knew I'd written about you? and...so many illustrations I'm so very sickened oh, I am so sickened NOW |
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from Morrissey - Bona Drag (1990)
such a little thing
such a little thing but the difference it made was grave there you go wielding a bicycle chain oh why won't you change change and be nicer? such a little thing a gentle tone of kindness or written words on paper - can you write? How I love all of the very simple things of life (God's good air) how I love all of the very simple things of life such a little thing a fumbling politeness the difference it saved me wielding a bicycle chain "I WILL NOT CHANGE AND I WILL NOT BE NICE" Most people keep their brains between their legs Leave me alone - I was only singing leave me alone because I was only singing leave me alone - I was only singing leave me alone you have just proved (again) MOST PEOPLE KEEP THEIR BRAINS BETWEEN THEIR LEGS |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
such a little thing
such a little thing but the difference it made was grave there you go wielding a bicycle chain oh why won't you change change and be nicer? such a little thing a gentle tone of kindness or written words on paper - can you write? How I love all of the very simple things of life (God's good air) how I love all of the very simple things of life such a little thing a fumbling politeness the difference it saved me wielding a bicycle chain "I WILL NOT CHANGE AND I WILL NOT BE NICE" Most people keep their brains between their legs (don't you find?) Leave me alone - I was only singing leave me alone because I was only singing leave me alone - I was only singing leave me alone you have just proved (again) MOST PEOPLE KEEP THEIR BRAINS BETWEEN THEIR LEGS |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye he'll "do," he'll never be "done to" he takes on whoever flew through "WELL, IT'S THE NORMAL THING TO DO" Spring-heeled Jim lives to love now kissing with his mouth full and his eyes on some other fool so many women his head should be spinning AH, BUT NO! Spring-heeled Jim slurs the words: "there's no need to be so KNOWING take life at five times your average speed, like I do" until Jim feels the chill "oh, where did all the time go?" once always in for the kill now it's too cold and he feels too OLD |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye he'll "do," he'll never be "done to" he takes on whoever flew through "WELL, IT'S THE NORMAL THING TO DO" Spring-heeled Jim lives to love now kissing with his mouth full and his eyes on some other fool so many women his head should be spinning AH, BUT NO! Spring-heeled Jim slurs the words: "there's no need to be so KNOWING take life at five times your average speed, like I do" until Jim feels the chill "oh, where did all the time go?" once always in for the kill now it's too cold and he feels too OLD |
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from Morrissey - Vauxhall And I (1994)
And when you slam
Down the hammer Can you see it in your heart? All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded So when you slam Down the hammer Can you see it in your heart? Can you delve so low? And when you're standing On my fingers Can you see it in your heart? ...ah... And when you try To break my spirit It won't work Because there's nothing left to break Anymore All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded You won't sleep Until the earth that wants me Finally has me Oh you've done it now You won't rest Until the hearse that becomes me Finally takes me Oh you've done it now And you won't smile Until my loving mouth Is shut good and proper FOREVER All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded And all those lies Written lies, twisted lies Well, they weren't lies They weren't lies They weren't lies I never said I never said I could have mentioned your name I could have dragged you in Guilt by implication By association I've always been true to you In my own strange way I've always been true to you In my own sick way I'll always stay true to you |
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from Morrissey - Southpaw Grammar (1997)
You were a boy before you became a man I don't see the joy And you ran with your pals in the sun You turned around and they were gone Again ... A sick boy should be treated So easily defeated Oh, I just don't understand So you ran with your pals in the sun You turned around You were alone Again ... And you ran back to Ma Which set the pace for the rest of your days Oh, you ran back to Ma Which set the pace for the rest of your days Oh, you ran back to Ma Which set the pace for the rest of your days And now, there is something that you should know There is something that you should know The girl of your dreams is Here all alone Girl of your dreams is Here all alone The girl of your dreams is Sad and all alone The girl of your dreams is Here all alone There is something that you should know There is something that you should know Girl of your dreams is Here all alone The girl of your dreams is Sad and is all alone The girl of your dreams is Sad and is feeling all alone Oh, there is something that you should know Help me, help me, help me ... |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
All wide-eyed simple smiles
certain to see you through like a QC full of fake humility you say: "Oh, please forgive..." you say: "Oh, live and let live..." but sorry doesn't help us and sorry will not save us and sorry will not bring my teen years back to me (any time soon) Forced back, it springs right out seasoned, you have no doubts you lied about the lies that you told which is the full extent of what being you is all about you say: "Oh, please forgive..." you say: "Oh, live and let live..." but sorry doesn't help us sorry will not save us sorry will not bring my love into my arms (as far as I know...) sorry doesn't help us sorry will not save us sorry is just a word you find so easy to say... so you say it anyway sorry doesn't help us sorry won't protect us sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong |
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from Morrissey - Years Of Refusal (2009)
I'm doing very well
I can block out the present and the past now I know by now you think I should have Straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead! Something is squeezing my skull Something I can barely describe There is no love in modern life I'm doing very well It's a miracle I even made it this far The motion of taxis excites me When you peel it back and bite me Something is squeezing my skull Something I can barely describe There is no hope in modern life Something is squeezing my skull Something I can't fight No true friends in modern life Diazepam that's valium, Temazepam, Lithium, HRT, ECT How long must I stay on this stuff? Don't give me anymore Don't give me anymore Don't give me anymore Please don't give me anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore You swore you would not give anymore Don't give anymore, don't give anymore... You swore, you swore, you swore You swore you would not give anymore Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore... |
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from Morrissey - World Of Morrissey (1998)
All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow And I can see through everybo... With no reason To hide these words I feel And no reason To talk about the books I read But still I do That's 'cause I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town Along this way Outside the prison gates I love the romance of crime And I wonder Does anybody feel the way I do ? And is evil just something you are Or something you do ? Sister I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town All over this town They pull over In their Citroen vans Not to shake your hand With meths on their breaths And you with youth on your side A plastic bag stranded at the lights This once was me ... But now I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town ... Oh, oh, oh All over this town All over this town Oh ... I still cannot speak French ... I am very lazy |
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from Morrissey - Beethoven Was Deaf [live] (1993)
All over this town
Yes a low wind may blow And no reason to talk about the books I read but still I do And I can see through everybodys clothes With no reason to hide these words I feel That's Cuz I'm a Sister I'm a Along this way outside the prison gates All over this town I love the romance of crime and I wonder Or something you do Does anybody feel the same way I do And is evil just something you are Sister I'm a Sister I'm a All over this town In there citron vans not to shake your hand All over this town they pull over A plastic bag stranded at the light With meths on their breaths This once was me And you with youth on your side Sister I'm a All over this townBut now I'm a |
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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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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Learn to love me
Assemble the ways Now, today, tomorrow and always My only weakness is a list of crime My only weakness is ... well, never mind, never mind Oh, shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over Learn to love me And assemble the ways Now, today, tomorrow, and always My only weakness is a listed crime But last night the plans of a future war Was all I saw on Channel Four Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over A heartless hand on my shoulder A push - and it's over Alabaster crashes down (Six months is a long time) Tried living in the real world Instead of a shell But before I began ... I was bored before I even began Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Take over |
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from The Smiths - Singles (1995)
Is it wrong to want to live on your own ?
No, it's not wrong - but I must know How can someone so young Sing words so sad ? Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear And don't go home tonight Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you The one that you love and who loves you Oh ... Is it wrong not to always be glad ? No, it's not wrong - but I must add How can someone so young Sing words so sad ? Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear And don't go home tonight Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you The one that you love and who loves you Take my hand and off we stride Oh, la ... You're a girl and I'm a boy La ... Take my hand and off we stride Oh, la ... I'm a girl and you're a boy La Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow La ... Throw your homework onto the fire Come out and find the one that you love Come out and find the one you love |
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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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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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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)
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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-06-01
Subject : Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (Attack,2004)
