This charming man
As merry as the days were long
he knows so much about these things
He’s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
***
Fifteen minutes with you
I wouldn’t say no
I can surely rely on you
How much I love your casual way
***
The good life is out there somewhere
we can go wherever we please
Vivid and in your prime
and you skip
***
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
And I’ll love you too till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
***
There’s a club if you’d like to go
Where there’s music and there’s people
Who are young and alive
When you’re dancing and laughing
***
I think I can help you get through your exams
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
***
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
Love is natural and real
***
And if a ten ton truck
left the North
and travelled South again
I would love to go
back to the old house
***
I know what will make you smile tonight
The meat in your mouth
as you savour the flavour
The last night of the fair
***
Would you look into those “Mother me” eyes
And ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Where do you go?
Oh I say
I will feel so glad to go
***
Well, that’s OK
Everybody’s got to live their life
Shyness is nice
Coyness is nice
I know that you would like me
I said, “I like it here — can I stay?”
***
Lyrics compiled from The Smiths, Meat is Murder, Hatful of Hollow, The Queen Is Dead, and Strangeways Here We Come. Please feel free to compose your own Happy Morrissey songs in the comments, using only the lyrics provided by the Smiths catalog.
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I have a playlist on my iPod that I call “Summertime Morrissey” and it’s not ironic at all, it’s just Morrissey songs that sound really good in the spring/summer when I’m riding around on my bike.
Please please please let me get what I want
oh look I got it
yay me.
Sweetness, Sweetness I wasn’t joking
When I said I’d like to
bring you breakfast in your bed.
Girlfriend in a coma?
There’s no debate, no debate:
Stretch out and wait!
She’ll pull through
And I will too.
Your youth may be gone,
But you’re still a young man
You could meet somebody who really loves you
*ears perked, chin: up*
Has anybody read his memoir? I’ve want to but I’ve been hearing mixed reviews (and somebody said to get the UK version because the US version leaves stuff out?).
I’ve read it. I had a friend who lives in the UK who sent me a copy. I’ve heard that the US version leaves out his relationship with the photographer Jake Walters. I think it’s very good. He has an interesting writing style. The part where he talks about the trial is exhausting, though.
I wish I had gotten the UK version!
It does drag in places, but it’s interesting and if you like Morrissey, you’ll like the book.
He does not miss a chance to take a shot at anyone who’s ever pissed him off and it is DELIGHTFUL.
I really enjoyed it – every bitchy, petty, egomaniacal word of it. Morrissey is a neurotic, self-obsessed headcase with an exquisite gift for language. Whether you like or hate the memoir will depend on whether or not you like or hate Morrissey.
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my
fresh lilac moorland fields!
it sounds like a wonderful thing.
And if I seem a little strange,
well that’s because I am.
But I know that you would like me,
If only you could see me.
If only you could meet me.
This reminds me of my favorite Toothpaste for Dinner cartooooooon http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/081604/the-smi…
I always forget where I heard it but it’s the only thing I think of when I hear his name “The day was hot and miserable, like Morrissey.”
Then I’ll tell you the story of my life:
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
Then I'll tell you the story of my life:
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
Sixteen, graceful and spry,
I went to London and I,
Found that they did in fact have vacancies for backscrubbers,
The hours and benefits are good and it’s fun to chat with the customers.
Having once fallen for a buck-toothed girl very close to Luxembourg, I choose to interpret “Ask” as a (relatively) happy song.
The good life is out there somewhere
so stay on my arm, you little charmer
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
I still love you, oh I still love you
oh you handsome devil
No it’s NOT like any other love
this one’s different because it’s us!
I have a good friend/former roommate who used to listen to Morrissey while cooking, leading to a beloved tradition of making up fake Morrissey songs in which he’s narrating his sadness about food preparation. so obviously I sent this to him, & here’s his entry into the fray (complete with citation!):
The good life is out there somewhere, (“Hand in Glove”)
Upon the sand upon the bay: (“Pretty Girls Make Graves”)
A plundering desire for love! (“The Boy with a Thorn in His Side”)
But you deserve it (“Handsome Devil”)
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it. (“Handsome Devil”)
Why? Because of who you are! (“Barbarism Begins at Home”)
I love you for you, my love, you my love (“Sweet and Tender Hooligan”)
You my love, you my love. (“Sweet and Tender Hooligan”)
But I think you know. (“Jeane”)
I really think you know. (“Jeane”)
…my favorite thing is that most of these “cheerful” compilations are still at least a little melancholic. as they should be.
This is the best. I love it. It made me literally guffaw out loud and I think this right here is all I need to get me through the rest of the day.
“The Queen is dead, Boys…And I think Charlie will do a bang up job.”
or
“A precious sunny day / so I’ll meet you at the Puppy Park Gates. / Wags and Rags are on your side / while fluffy, sweet Spot is on mine.”