Morrissey has cancer
Discussion
BillPeart said:
I could search lyrics, but that wouldn't explain why posters feel them to be special, assuming I didn't 'see it'. Likewise, it was the posters here and their views I was interested in, not some critic(s) so wasn't intending to review reviews. So, was ready to be convinced; it wasn't bait for further digs, honestly. Maybe he's better than I thought and my opinion is, unfairly, clouded by antipathy to his politics and too limited an exposure to his best work?
That could certainly be true, but some people don't get everything. I can't read Dickens, but that doesn't mean he's s
t.Music is a very personal thing, I have followed his work since I was 14 so I was probably in the "sweet spot" age wise for his early stuff. The Smiths were an immense band live.
Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalize
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long...as long...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long...as long...as long as...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...
This sort of writing doesn't come along very often in pop.
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalize
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother...
As long...as long...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long...as long...as long as...as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh...
This sort of writing doesn't come along very often in pop.
There really are some bizarre posts on PH lately. People going out of their way in every thread to cause argument and offence.
If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its st and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.
If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its s
t and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.Ruskie said:
There really are some bizarre posts on PH lately. People going out of their way in every thread to cause argument and offence.
If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its st and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.
Ruskie, I believe we have crossed paths before in Morrissey threads, are you heading to London next month for the concert?If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its s
t and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.robsco said:
Ruskie said:
There really are some bizarre posts on PH lately. People going out of their way in every thread to cause argument and offence.
If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its st and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.
Ruskie, I believe we have crossed paths before in Morrissey threads, are you heading to London next month for the concert?If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its s
t and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.
Ruskie said:
robsco said:
Ruskie said:
There really are some bizarre posts on PH lately. People going out of their way in every thread to cause argument and offence.
If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its st and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.
Ruskie, I believe we have crossed paths before in Morrissey threads, are you heading to London next month for the concert?If someone puts up a readers thread about a car I don't like, I don't feel the need to go on that thread and tell the OP I hate his car, its s
t and so on. Same here, if you don't like Morrissey those of us who do don't care!!! Keep it to yourself.Ha ha, seeing the lyrics to The Hand That Rocks The Cradle has really taken me back.
As a 15-year-old, I had to bring a piece of poetry into English Literature O level and read it out to the class.
I chose that.
And on the subject of the O2 gig, I'm very lucky in that my wife will be joining me.
(The wife whose first dance was to You're The One For Me, Fatty, by the way...)
As a 15-year-old, I had to bring a piece of poetry into English Literature O level and read it out to the class.
I chose that.
And on the subject of the O2 gig, I'm very lucky in that my wife will be joining me.
(The wife whose first dance was to You're The One For Me, Fatty, by the way...)
robsco said:
Please don't cry ...
This sort of writing doesn't come along very often in pop.
I appreciate your taking the time to post that. Also, see where you are coming from; better than I'd have thought or expected. Wasn't familiar with that, more the chart stuff and regular radio playlist songs so probably had a skewed view that he was more in the "banal rhyme" camp. This sort of writing doesn't come along very often in pop.
I stand corrected and apologize for any offense caused (though was just teasing, initially).
No problem. There is a very good reason that he is so highly thought of. It's no secret that in the early days his voice wasn't spectacular, but the lyrics were tremendous. He isn't quite as lyrically consistent now as he was, but he still shows flashes of genius several times in an album.
The first thing that comes to mind is this-
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'll 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
I just like it.
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'll 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
I just like it.
My favourite part of Come Back To Camden is the proclamation that "I'll be good" at the end - powerful because it's such a childlike thing to say, and a suggestion that his strength of feeling is so strong, that he is reduced to such behaviour. It's classic Morrissey, so open to interpretation.
robsco said:
My favourite part of Come Back To Camden is the proclamation that "I'll be good" at the end - powerful because it's such a childlike thing to say, and a suggestion that his strength of feeling is so strong, that he is reduced to such behaviour. It's classic Morrissey, so open to interpretation.
'We just knew'. I felt like I knew after hearing that uttered for the first time."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"
Probably my favourite lyric of all time, from one of my favourite songs of all time.
And no, I'm not some suicidal nutcase!
Hope he gets well soon, The Smiths and The Jam were the soundtracks of my teens - Morrisey/Marr and Weller/Foxton were and still are my idols
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"
Probably my favourite lyric of all time, from one of my favourite songs of all time.
And no, I'm not some suicidal nutcase!
Hope he gets well soon, The Smiths and The Jam were the soundtracks of my teens - Morrisey/Marr and Weller/Foxton were and still are my idols
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