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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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)
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)
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 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 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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)
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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-06-01
Subject : Morrissey - You Are The Quarry (Attack,2004)
