Life:
What difference does it make?
It makes none.
Why pamper life's complexity,
when the leather runs smooth on the passenger's seat
What a terrible mess I've made of my life
Lonliness:
Life is very long...
... when you're lonely
When you laugh at people,
who are so very lonely,
well I'm afraid,
it doesn't make me smile
Is it wrong to want to live alone?
Contemplating Suicide:
Young bones groan,
and the rocks below say,
"throw your skinny body down, son"
When you laugh at people,
who are so very lonely,
their only desire is to die
Up on the sand upon the bay,
there is a quick and easy way you say,
before I indicate I want to stay
Murder:
Take me to the Moor,
dig me a shallow grave,
and I'll lay down
Sweetness, sweatness, I was only joking when I said,
By right you should be bludgeoned in your bed
Sweetness, sweatness, I was only joking when I said,
I'd like to, smash every tooth in your head
Socialising:
I've seen you smile,
But I've never really heard you laugh
So who is rich and who is poor I cannot say
Take me out tonight,
Take me anywhere, I don't care,
I don't care, I don't care
Tak me out tonight,
'cos I want to see people and I want to see life
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
Asking out girls and success with girls:
In the darkened underpass,
I thought "Oh God my chance has come at last"
and then a strange fear hit me,
and I just couldn't ask
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Under the iron bridge we kissed...
... although I ended up with sore lips
I've never had noone ever
Gay Urges:
William, William it was really nothing
Its gruesome, that someone so handsome should care
A boy in the bush,
is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Vegetarianism:
That flesh you so fancifully fry...
It's boiling blood...
IT IS MURDER
"Its seen as some kind of effeminate thing- is it effeminate to care about animals? Is that a weak trait?"
The 80s and Manchester:
From the ice age,
to the dole age
The rain falls hard on a humdrum town,
this town has dragged you down
"The day someone decides to shoot our dear Prime Minister (Thatcher) will be a great one. Someone HAS to do it eventually. Perhaps it will be me..."
On the Brighton bomb, "The only tragedy is that Thatcher survived. Johnny (marr) and I considered having a whipround for them (the IRA) to have another go"
Lonely Adolescants:
"They (the Smiths detractors) see our songs as soundtracks for 17 year olds locked in their bedrooms complaining of lack of sex- but their desires matter too."
Take me out tonight- because I want to see people and I want to see life
Shyness / Coyness:
Shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you,
from doing all the things in life you'd like to
Coyness is nice, but coyness can stop you,
from saying all the things in life you'd like to
I am the son, and the heir,
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I've never had a job becuase I'm too shy
Despiration:
Please, please, please let me get what I want this time-
Lord knows it would be the first time
I know its over,
yet still I cling,
I don't know where else I can go
Take me anywhere, I don't care,
I don't care, I don't care
Last night I dreamed,
that somebody loved me
Religion:
The church will snatch your money
Vicar in a tutu
I was minding my business,
lifting some lead off,
the roof of the Holy Name Church
The church all they want is your money
Nostalgia:
I would love to go back to the old house
Back at the old grey school...
I would win and you would lose
As merry as the days are long,
I was right and you were wrong
Sex:
Fifteen minutes with you,
well... I wouldn't say no
In your room,
who will swallow whom?
What she asked of me at the end of the day,
Caligula would have blushed
Drugs:
As some 9-year-old tough peddles drugs,
I swear to God,
I swear I never even knew what drugs were
"Heroin is filthy stuff, and that so many people happily pump themselves with it is a source of permanant amazment to me," Morrissey, shortly before sacking bassist Andy Rourke for heroin abuse
Creative Writing:
I never realised that you wrote poetry,
I never realsied you wrote such bloody awful poetry
If you must write prose or poems,
the words you use should be your own,
don't plagerise or take "on loan"
Dreams/ Ambition:
Havn't had a dream in a long time
I want to go down in musical/ celluloid histroy
Dreams have a knack,
of just not coming true
Being a "loser":
See the life I've had,
could make a good man turn bad
You've got everything now,
and what a terrible mess I've made of my life
Please let me get what I want,
Lord knows it would be the firse time
Jealousy:
Two lovers entwined,
pass me by,
and heaven knows I'm miserable now
Sir leads the troops,
jealous of youth
We hate it when our friends become successful...
it could have been me, it should have been me
Luck:
See the luck I've had,
Could make a good man turn bad
See I know my luck too well,
And I'll probably never see you again
Nature:
Nature is a language:
can't you read
I could have been wild and I could have been free,
but nature played this trick on me!
Kindness:
Its so easy to laugh, so easy to hate-
it takes guts to be gentle and kind
Johnny Marr:
"Iam very dedicated to him, to the point of love... I am very defensive of our relationship because some things have to be shielded"
Death:
All those people, all those lives-
where are they now?
woth love and hate, and passions just as mine
they were born-
and then they lived,and then they died.
seems so unfair,
I want to cry
I just might die,
with a smile on my face,
after all
And if a double decker bus,
crashes into us,
to die by your side,
well the pleasure, the privelage is mine
Work:
If you must go to work tomorrow,
and if I were you I wouldn't bother,
for there are brighter sides to life,
and I should know because i've seen them...
... but not very often
Oh i've never had a job
because I've never wanted one
Frankly, mr Shankly,
this position I've held,
it pays my way
but it corrodes my soul
School:
Throw your homework onto the fire,
go out and find the one that you love and who loves you
Jealous of youth,
same old suit since 1962
Belligerant ghouls,
run Manchester schools
Fame:
Fame, fame, fatal fame,
it can play hideous tricks on the brain,
yet still I'd rather be famous that righteous or holy,
anyday, anyday, anyday
All I ever wanted from life was to be famous
Love:
Love is just a Miserable Lie
And if a double decker bus,
crashes into us,
to die by your side,
well the pleasure, the privelage is mine
If it's not love then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,the bomb, that will bring us together
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does
Hand in glove,
the sun shines out of our behinds,
no its not like any other love,
this one is different,
because its ours
Go out and find the one that you love,
and who loves you
I'm trying to meet the one I love,
so please don;t stand in my way
Literature:
Keats and Yeats are on your side,
but you lose,
'cos Wilde is on mine
Then produce a text from whence was writ,
some dizzy whore 1804
"Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
There is more to life than books...
but not much more
Marriage:
Would you like to marry me,
and If you like you can buy the ring
I Will Never Marry
Child Abuse:
Its time the tale were told,
of how you took a child,
and you made him old
Unruly boys,
who will not grow up must be taken in hand...
a crack on the head,
is what you get for asking,
and a crack on the head,
is what you get for NOT asking
Alcohol:
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour,
but heaven knows I'm miserable now
Oh, so I drank one,
and I drank more
and when I fell to the floor...
... I drank more
The pub which wrecks your body
Music:
Hang the blessed DJ,
cos the music that they constantly play,
it says nothing to me about my life,
hang the blessed DJ
You thought if you owned a guitAR,
That it made you a protest singAR
I want to go down in musical history
Philosophy:
Does the body rule the mind,
or does the mind rule the body?
I don't know.
Every day you must say:
so how do I feel about my life?
History:
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt,
as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her walkman started to melt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt,
as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt
What she asks of me at the end of the day,
Caligula would have blushed
Poltics:
There are some bad people on the right
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
Love and war and poverty...oaoaoaoao
these are the things that kill me
On his declining interest in football... "If it was Mr. Blair's head they were kicking around, then I'd be enthralled"
Patriotism:
I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving,
England is mine and it owes me a living
Irish blood, English heart,
this I'm made of
The Monarchy:
I'd like to drop my trousers to the queen:
any sensible child will know what this means.
The poor and the needy, are selfish and greedy,
on her terms
Her very lowness with her head in a sling,
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
So I checked all the registered historical facts,
and I was shocked and ashamed to discover,
how I'm the 18th pale descendant,
of some old queen or other
Appearances:
Some girls are bigger than others
How can you stay with the fat girl...
Oh, you handsome devil
Its gruesome,
that someone so handsome should care
Pretty girls make graves
Trust:
How can you look into my eyes and still you don't believe me?
If you don't believe me now, will you ever believe me?
Ask me,
I won't say no,
How could I?
Summer:
A dreaded sunny day,
so I'll meet you at the Cemetry gates
Spending warm summer days, indoors,
writing frightning verse,
to a booktoother girl in Luxemburg
Lust:
Give in to lust, give in to lust
we'll soon be dust
You ask for the time,
But I sense something more
He killed a policeman when he was 13...
and somehow this REALLY impressed me
His heroes:
(primarily Oscar Wilde, James Dean and the NY Dolls)
"I'm very interested in what emerges from the bruises of torture... what people are capable of in extremes. People who achieve significant things artistically after persistant public floggings (suerly Morrissey sees himself in this way?- RS) and after having doors slammed in their faces, and come out on top and smiling"