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“I rate Morrissey (Steven Patrick Morrissey) as one of the best lyricists in Britain. For me, he`s up there with Bryan Ferry.”
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“It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen.
- Life on Mars?”
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To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen.
- Life on Mars?”
―
“I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song.
- Five Years”
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drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song.
- Five Years”
―
“Pushing through the market square,
So many mothers sighing.
News had just come over,
We had five years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us,
Earth was really dying.
Cried so much his face was wet,
then I knew he was not lying.
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies.
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.s.
My brain hurt like a warehouse,
It had no room to spare.
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there.
And all the fat-skinny people.
And all the tall-short people.
And all the nobody people.
And all the somebody people.
I never thought I'd need so many people.
A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children.
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them.
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac.
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that.
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
Drinking milk shakes cold and long.
Smiling and waving and looking so fine,
Don't think you knew you were in this song.
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor,
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there.
Your face, your race, the way that you talk,
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk.
We've got five years,
Stuck on my eyes.
Five years,
What a surprise!
We've got five years,
My brain hurts a lot.
Five years,
That's all we've got.
- Five Years”
―
So many mothers sighing.
News had just come over,
We had five years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us,
Earth was really dying.
Cried so much his face was wet,
then I knew he was not lying.
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies.
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.s.
My brain hurt like a warehouse,
It had no room to spare.
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there.
And all the fat-skinny people.
And all the tall-short people.
And all the nobody people.
And all the somebody people.
I never thought I'd need so many people.
A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children.
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them.
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac.
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that.
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
Drinking milk shakes cold and long.
Smiling and waving and looking so fine,
Don't think you knew you were in this song.
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor,
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there.
Your face, your race, the way that you talk,
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk.
We've got five years,
Stuck on my eyes.
Five years,
What a surprise!
We've got five years,
My brain hurts a lot.
Five years,
That's all we've got.
- Five Years”
―
“We passed upon the stair,
We spoke of was and when.
Although I wasn't there,
He said I was his friend,
Which came as some surprise.
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.
I laughed and shook his hand,
And made my way back home.
I searched for form and land,
For years and years I roamed.
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here.
We must have died alone,
A long, long time ago.
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
- The Man Who Sold the World”
―
We spoke of was and when.
Although I wasn't there,
He said I was his friend,
Which came as some surprise.
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.
I laughed and shook his hand,
And made my way back home.
I searched for form and land,
For years and years I roamed.
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here.
We must have died alone,
A long, long time ago.
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
- The Man Who Sold the World”
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