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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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing I say Charles don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? And so I checked all the registered historical facts and I was shocked into shame to discover how I'm the 18th pale descendent of some old queen or other Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? oh has the world changed, or have I changed? some nine year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but when you are tied to your mother's apron no-one talks about castration We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things like love and law and poverty these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but the rain that flattens my hair these are the things that kill me Passed the pub that saps your body and the church who'll snatch your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Pass the pub that wrecks your body and the church, all they want is your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? with the loves and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died seems so unfair and I want to cry You say "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but I've read well, and I've heard them said a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take "on loans" there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall You say "ere long done do does did" words which could only be your own and then you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804 A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy and I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine |
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from The Smiths Is Dead [tribute] (1996)
Sweetness
sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head. Oh sweetness sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed. And now I know how Joan of arc felt now I know how Joan of arc felt as the flames rose to her roman nose and her Discman started to melt Bigmouth la da dum da da bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place in the human race Oh bigmouth la da dum da da bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place in the human race And now I know how Joan of arc felt now I know how Joan of arc felt as the flames rose to her roman nose and her megadrive started to melt Bigmouth la da dum da da bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place in the human race Oh bigmouth la da dum da da bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place in the human race. |
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from The Smiths Is Dead [tribute] (1996)
From the ice-age to the dole-age there is but one concern,
That I have just discovered some girls are bigger than others, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girl's mothers are bigger than other girl's mothers, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girl's mothers are bigger than other girl's mothers, As Anthony said to Cleopatra, as he opened a crate of ale, Oh, I say, some girls are bigger than others, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girl's mothers are bigger than other girl's mothers, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girls are bigger than others, Some girl's mothers are bigger than other girl's mothers, The light on your pillow, The one that you dream of, The light on your pillow, The one that you dream of, And I said you're mine. |
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from The Wedding Singer (웨딩싱어) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (1998)
I am the son
and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and the 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 There's a club, if you 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 |
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from Never Been Kissed (25살의 키스) by David Newman [ost] (1999)
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had Can make a good man Turn bad So please please please Let me, let me, let me Let me get what I want This time Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows, it would be the first time Lord knows, it would be the first time |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child And you made him old It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old You made him old Reel around the fountain Slap me on the patio I'll take it now Oh... Fifteen minutes with you Well, I wouldn't say no Oh, people said that you were virtually dead And they were so wrong Fifteen minutes with you Oh, well, I wouldn't say no Oh, people said that you were easily led And they were half-right Oh, they...oh, they were half-right, oh It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old It's time that the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old You made him old Oh, reel around the fountain Slap me on the patio I'll take it now Ah...oh... Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you Oh, but I do. Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you I do. Oh, I...oh, I do Oh... I dreamt about you last night And I fell out of bed twice You can pin and mount me like a butterfly But "take me to the haven of your bed" Was something that you never said Two lumps, please You're the bee's knees But so am I Oh, meet me at the fountain Shove me on the patio I'll take it slowly Oh... Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you Oh, but I do. Fifteen minutes with you Oh, no, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you I do. Oh, I...I do Oh, I do Oh, I do Oh, I do |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
As merry as the days were long
"I am right and you are wrong" Back at the old grey school I would win and you would lose But you've got everything now You've got everything now And what a terrible mess I've made of my life Oh, what a mess I've made of my life No, I've never had a job Because I've never wanted one I've seen you smile But I've never heard you laugh So who is rich and who is poor ? I cannot say ... oh Oh, you are your mother's only son And you're a desperate one Oh ... But I don't want a lover I just want to be seen ... oh ... in the back of your car A friendship sadly lost ? Well this is true ... and yet, it's false Oh ... But did I ever tell you, by the way ? I never did like your face Oh ... But you've got everything now You've got everything now And what a terrible mess I've made of my life Oh, what a mess I've made of my life No, I've never had a job Because I'm too shy I've seen you smile But I've never really heard you laugh So who is rich and who is poor ? I cannot say ... oh Oh ... You are your mother's only son And you're a desperate one Oh ... But I don't want a lover I just want to be tied ... oh ... to the back of your car To the back of your car To the back of your car To the back of your car The back of your car The back of your car Oh ... the back of your car |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind And I'll stay with mine There's something against us It's not time It's not time So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I know I need hardly say How much I love your casual way Oh, but please put your tongue away A little higher and we're well away The dark nights are drawing in And your humor is as black as them I look at yours, you laugh at mine And "love" is just a miserable lie You have destroyed my flower-like life Not once - twice You have corrupt my innocent mind Not once - twice I know the wind-swept mystical air It means : I'd like to see your underwear I recognize that mystical air It means : I'd like to seize your underwear What do we get for our trouble and pain ? Just a rented room in Whalley Range What do we get for our trouble and pain ? ...Whalley Range ! Into the depths of the criminal world I followed her ... I need advice, I need advice I need advice, I need advice Nobody ever looks at me twice Nobody ever looks at me twice I'm just a country-mile behind The world I'm just a country-mile behind The whole world Oh oh, oh ... I'm just a country-mile behind The world I'm just a country-mile behind The whole world Oh oh, oh ... Take me when you go Oh oh, oh... Take me when you go Oh oh, oh ... I need advice, I need advice |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state : "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am" And sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And pretty girls make graves Oh... End of the pier, end of the bay You tug my arm, and say : "give in to lust, Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll Soon be dust... " Oh, I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am And sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyone And pretty girls make graves Oh really ? Oh... I could have been wild and I could have Been free But nature played this trick on me She wants it now And she will not wait But she's too rough And I'm too delicate Then, on the sand Another man, he takes her hand A smile lights up her stupid face (and well, it would) I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith... Oh... Hand in glove... The sun shines out of our behinds... Oh... |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
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 darknesss lifts and the room is bright, I'll still be by your side For you are all that matters and I'll love you 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'll lie, together we'll 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, as long, as long, as long I did my best for her, I did my best for her, oh |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
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" Ah ! 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" La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 New York version adds : I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 - The Smiths (1993)
Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God I swear : I never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, I broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
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 - The Smiths (1993)
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 - The Smiths (1993)
Bought on stolen wine
A nod was the first step You knew very well What was coming next Bought on stolen wine A nod was the first step You knew very well What was coming next Did I really walk all this way Just to hear you say : "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" ? "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" Oh, but you will For you must I don't owe you anything, no But you owe me something Repay me now You should never go to them Let them come to you Just like I do Just like I do You should not go to them Let them come to you Just like I do Just like I do Did I really walk all this way Just to hear you say : "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" ? "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" But you will For you must I don't owe you anything, no But you owe me something Repay me now Too freely on your lips Words prematurely sad Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight Life is never kind Life is never kind Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths (1993)
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Over the moor, take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads Oh John, you'll never be a man And you'll never see your home again Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Edward, see those alluring lights ? Tonight will be your very last night A woman said : "I know my son is dead I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head" Hindley wakes and Hindley says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone" But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, whatever he has done, I have done" But this is no easy ride For a child cries : "Oh, find me...find me, nothing more We are on a sullen misty moor We may be dead and we may be gone But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side Until the day you die This is no easy ride We will haunt you when you laugh Yes, you could say we're a team You might sleep You might sleep You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh, you might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !" Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh, find me, find me ! Find me ! I'll haunt you when you laugh Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh... Over the moors, I'm on the moor Oh, over the moor Oh, the child is on the moor |
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from The Smiths - This Charming Man [single] (2006)
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" Ah ! 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" La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 New York version adds : I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 - This Charming Man [single] (2006)
Jeane,
The low life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with its cupboards bare Jeane, I'm not sure what happiness means But I look in your eyes and I know... That it isn't there We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... Oh Jeane... There's ice on the sink where we bathe So how can you call this a home When you know its a grave Yet you still have that greedy grace... As you tidy the place But it will never be clean... Jeane We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... Gash on the nail Its just a fairytale... And I don't believe in magic anymore, Jeane... But I think you know, I really think you know Oh yes I think you know the truth, Jeane No heavenly choirs not for me And no not for you Because I think you know I really think you know I think you know the truth Oh Jeane We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... |
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from The Smiths - This Charming Man [single] (2006)
Here her head, she lay
Until she'd rise and say, "I'm starved of mirth, Let's go and trip a dwarf" Oh, what to be done with her? Oh, what to be done with her? Ice water for blood With neither heart or spine And then just To pass time; let us go and rob the blind What to be done with her? I ask myself, What to be said of her? But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run |
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from The Smiths - This Charming Man [single] (2006)
Every day you must say
So, how do I feel about my life? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself? I am sick and I am dull And I am plain How dearly I'd love to get carried away Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true And time is against me now...oh Oh, who and what to blame? Oh, anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself, for heaven's sake? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Every day you must say Oh, how do I feel about the past? Others conquered love - but I ran I sat in my room and I drew up a plan Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do) And time is against me now... And there's no-one left to blame Oh, tell me when will you... When will you accept your life? (The one that you hate) For anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Every day you must say Oh, how do I feel about my shoes? They make me awkward and plain How dearly I would love to kick with the fray... But I once had a dream (and it never came true) And time is against me now... Time is against me now... And there's no one but yourself to blame Oh, anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Anything is hard to find; for heaven's sake ! Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself ? When? When? When? When? |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing I say Charles don't you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? And so I checked all the registered historical facts and I was shocked into shame to discover how I'm the 18th pale descendent of some old queen or other Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? oh has the world changed, or have I changed? some nine year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but when you are tied to your mother's apron no-one talks about castration We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things like love and law and poverty these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry and talk about precious things but the rain that flattens my hair these are the things that kill me Passed the pub that saps your body and the church who'll snatch your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Pass the pub that wrecks your body and the church, all they want is your money the Queen is dead, boys and it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely life is very long, when you're lonely |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul I want to leave you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly Fame, fame, fatal fame it can play hideous tricks on the brain but still I rather be famous than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held it pays my way and it corrodes my soul oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Mr Shankly Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask you are a flatulent pain the arse I do not mean to be so rude but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us money |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed oh well, enough said I know it's over still I cling I don't know where else I can go, mother Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head see, the sea wants to take me the knife wants to slit me do you think you can help me? Sad veiled bride, please be happy handsome groom, give her room loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly although she needs you more than she loves you And I know it's over still I cling I don't know where else I can go it's over, it's over, it's over I know it's over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real and you even spoke to me and said: "If you're so funny then why are you on your own tonight? and if you're so clever then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very entertaining then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very good looking why do you sleep alone tonight? I know because tonight is just like any other night that's why you're on your own tonight with your triumphs and your charms while they are in each other's arms" It's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes strength to be gentle and kind it's over, over, over It's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes guts to be gentle and kind it's over, over, over Love is natural and real but not for you, my love not tonight my love love is natural and real but not for such as you and I, my love Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
When you walk without ease
on these streets where you were raised I had a really bad dream it lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days And I know that, I know that I never had no one ever Now I'm outside your house I'm alone and I'm outside your house I hate to intrude I know I'm alone I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone And I never, never had no one ever I never had no one ever |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now? with the loves and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died seems so unfair and I want to cry You say "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but I've read well, and I've heard them said a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take "on loans" there's always someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall You say "ere long done do does did" words which could only be your own and then you then produce the text from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804 A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy and I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted and I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt now I know how Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her Walkman started to melt Bigmouth, bigmouth bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place with the human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt now I know of Joan of Arc felt as the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt Bigmouth, bigmouth bigmouth strikes again and I've got no right to take my place with the human race |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
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 and 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 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 know? |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
I was minding mind business
lifting some lead off the roof of the Holy Name church it was worthwhile living a laughable life just to set my eyes on a blistering sight of a vicar in a tutu he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thing with a decorative ring that wouldn't cover the head of a child as Rose collects the money in the canister who comes sliding down the banister the vicar in a tutu he's not strange he just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor with a head full of plaster said "my man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" as Rose counts the money in the canister as natural as rain he dances again my God vicar in a tutu, oh yeah The next day in the pulpit with freedom and ease combating ignorance, dust and disease as Rose counts the money in the canister as natural as rain he dances again and again and again the fabric of a tutu any man could get used to and I am a living sign |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
Take me home tonight
where there's music and there's people who are young and alive driving in your car I never never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore Take me home 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 in to 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 home 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 home 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 no, I haven't got one And if a double-decker bus crashes in to 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 There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out There is a light that never goes out |
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from The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead (1986)
From the ice-age to the dole-age
there is but one concern I have just discovered *Some girls are bigger than others some girls are bigger than others some girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers As Antony said to Cleopatra as he opened a crate of ale oh I say *Repeat |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
Oh hello, I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck Some eighteen months ago I traveled to a mystical time zone And I missed my bed And I soon came home They said, "There's too much caffeine In your bloodstream And a lack of real spice in your life" I said, "Leave me alone Because I'm alright, Dad Surprised to still be on my own" Oh, but don't mention love I'd hate the strain of the pain again A rush and a push and the land That we stand on is ours It has been before so it shall be again And people who are uglier than you and I They take what they need, and just leave Oh, but don't mention love I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again A rush and a push and the land That we stand on is ours It has been before so why can't it be now ? And people who are weaker than you or I They take what they want from life Oh, but don't mention love No, no, don't mention love A rush and a push and the land That we stand on is ours Your youth may be gone But you're still a young man So phone me, phone me So phone me, phone me, phone me Oh, I think I'm in love, oh, I think I'm in love Oh, I think I'm in love, think I'm in love I think I'm in love, oh |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
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 I started something I started something Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure OK Stephen ? ...Do that again ? |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
The death of a disco dancer
Well, it happens a lot 'round here And if you think Peace Is a common goal That goes to show How little you know The death of a disco dancer Well, I'd rather not get involved I never talk to my neighbour I'd rather not get involved Oh... Love, peace and harmony? Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice ...But maybe in the next world Love, peace and harmony? Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice ...But maybe in the next world Maybe in the next world Maybe in the next world Oh, love, peace and harmony? Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice Very nice Very nice ...Oh, but maybe in the next world Maybe in the next world (In the next world, in the next world, in the next world) (In the next world, in the next world, in the next world) The next world, the next world Oh... The death of a disco dancer The death of a disco dancer The death of a disco dancer |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
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 ? Do ... 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 - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you've Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Nothing's changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love I was delayed, I was way-laid An emergency stop I smelt the last ten seconds of life I crashed down on the crossbar And the pain was enough to make A shy, bald, buddhist reflect And plan a mass murder Who said lied I'd to her? Oh, who said I'd lied because I never? I never! Who said I'd lied because I never? I was detained, I was restrained And broke my spleen And broke my knee (and then he really laced into me) Friday night in out-patients Who said I'd lied to her? Oh, who said I'd lied? - Because I never, I never Who said I'd lied? - Because I never Oh, so I drank one It became four And when I fell on the floor... ...I drank more Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Nothing's changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
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 - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday 'Cause you're evil And you lie And if you should die I may feel slightly sad (But I won't cry) Loved and lost And some may say When usually it's Nothing Surely you're happy It should be this way ? I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog" And : "May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight" I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday 'Cause you're evil And you lie And if you should die I may feel slightly sad (But I won't cry) Loved and lost And some may say When usually it's Nothing Surely you're happy It should be this way ? I said "No" And then I shot myself So, drink, drink, drink And be ill tonight From the one you left behind From the one you left behind From the one you left behind From the one you left behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Behind Oh, unhappy birthday Behind Behind Behind |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
At the record company meeting
On their hands - a dead star And oh, the plans they weave And oh, the sickening greed At the record company party On their hands - a dead star The sycophantic slags all say : "I knew him first, and I knew him well" Re-issue! Re-package! Re-package! Re-evaluate the songs Double-pack with a photograph Extra track (and a tacky badge) A-list, playlist "Please them , please them !" "Please them !" (sadly, this was your life) But you could have said no If you'd wanted to You could have said no If you'd wanted to BPI, MTV, BBC "Please them ! Please then!" (sadly this was your life) But you could have said no If you'd wanted to You could have walked away ...Couldn't you? I touched you at the soundcheck You had no real way of knowing In my heart I begged "Take me with you ... I don't care where you're going..." But to you I was faceless I was fawning, I was boring Just a child from those ugly new houses Who could never begin to know Who could never really know Oh... Best of! Most of! Satiate the need Slip them into different sleeves! Buy both, and feel deceived Climber - new entry, re-entry World tour! ("media whore") "Please the Press in Belgium!" (This was your life...) And when it fails to recoup ? Well, maybe : You just haven't earned it yet, baby I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck You're just the same as I am What makes most people feel happy Leads us headlong into harm So, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses' I danced my legs down to the knees But me and my 'true love' Will never meet again... At the record company meeting On their hands - at last! - A dead star ! But they can never taint you in my eyes No, they can never touch you now No, they cannot hurt you, my darling They cannot touch you now But me and my 'true love' Will never meet again |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
Oh Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight Oh Glenn Oh Glenn Don't come to the house tonight Oh Glenn Because there's somebody here Who really really loves you Oh Glenn Stay home Be bored (It's crap, I know) Tonight Oh Glenn Oh Glenn Don't come to the house tonight Oh Glenn Oh Glenn Don't come to the house tonight Because there's somebody here Who'll take a hatchet to your ear The frustration it renders me Hateful, oh... Oh, don't come to the house tonight Oh, don't come to the house tonight Because you'll slip on the Trail of all my sad remains That's why, that's why Goodbye my love, goodbye my love Goodbye my love, goodbye my love Goodbye my love, goodbye my love Belch |
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from The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come (2007)
I won't share you, no
I won't share you With the drive And ambition The zeal I feel This is my time The note I wrote As she read, she said "Has the Perrier gone Straight to my head Or is life sick and cruel, instead?" "Yes!" No - no - no - no - no - no No - no - no - no - no - no Oh... I won't share you, no I won't share you With the drive And the dreams inside This is my time Life tends to come and go That's OK As long as you know Life tends to come and go As long as you know Know, know, know, know, know Know, know, know, know Oh... I won't share you, no I won't share you With the drive And the dreams inside This is my time I want the freedom and I want the guile I want the freedom and the guile Oh, life tends to come and go As long as you know Know, know, know, know Know, know, know, know Oh... I won't share you, no I won't share you I'll see you somewhere I'll see you sometime Darling... |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
Oh ! take me back to dear old blighty,
Put me on the train for london town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, leeds or birmingham But i don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the daily mail Dressed in your mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, i checked all the registered historical facts And i was shocked into shame to discover How i'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have i changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have i changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to god I swear : i never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, i broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : "eh, i know you, and you cannot sing" I said : "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But when you're tied to your mother's apron No-one talks about castration Oh ... We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things Like love and law and poverty Oh, these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But the rain that flattens my hair ... Oh, these are the things that kill me All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there Past the pub who saps your body And the church who'll snatch your money The queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Past the pub that wrecks your body And the church - all they want is your money The queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
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 HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ 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 - Rank [live] (1988)
I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off The roof of the Holy Name church It was worthwhile living a laughable life To set my eyes on the blistering sight Of a Vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thing With a decorative ring That wouldn't cover the head of a goose As Rose collects the money in a canister Who comes sliding down the bannister ? The Vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said : "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose counts the money in the canister As natural as rain He dances again My God! The Vicar in a tutu Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh... The Vicar in a tutu Oh yeah Oh... The next day in the pulpit With freedom and ease Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease As Rose counts the money in the canister As natural as rain He dances again and again and again In the fabric of a tutu Any man could get used to And I am the living sign And I'm a living sign I am a living sign I'm a living sign I am a living sign I'm a living sign Sign... I am a living sign |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
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, the Bomb, 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 ? SO ... 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, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb That will bring us together If it's not Love Then it's the Bomb Then it's the Bomb That will bring us together SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Oh, la ... |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
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 ? Oh ... 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 ? Oh ... Oh no ... Oh ... La ... |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready!" La-la-la... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la... What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had Oh... No no no... What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" No no no no... |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
I left the North
I traveled South I found a tiny house And I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break my face But you won't change the way I feel 'Cause I love you Oh... And is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so, really so strange ? I say NO, you say YES (and you will change your mind) I left the South I traveled North I got confused - I killed a horse I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can punch me And you can butt me And you can break my spine But you won't change the way I feel 'Cause I love you Oh ... And is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so, really so strange ? I say NO, you say YES (But you will change your mind) I left the North again I traveled South again And I got confused - I killed a nun I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL (I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell) Why is the last mile the hardest mile ? My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes And I realized, I realized I could never I could never, never, never, go back home again |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers Train Heave on - to Euston Do you think you've made The right decision this time ? Oh ... You left Your tired family grieving And you think they're sad because you're leaving But did you see Jealousy in the eyes Of the ones who had to stay behind ? And do you think you've made The right decision this time ? You left Your girlfriend on the platform With this really ragged notion that you'll return But she knows That when he goes He really goes And do you think you've made The right decision this time ? |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
And as i climb into an empty bed Oh well. enough said. I know it's over - still i cling I don't know where else i can go Oh ... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head See, the sea wants to take me The knife wants to slit me Do you think you can help me ? Sad veiled bride, please be happy Handsome groom, give her room Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (though she needs you More than she loves you) And i know it's over - still i cling I don't know where else i can go Over and over and over and over Over and over, la ... I know it's over And it never really began But in my heart it was so real And you even spoke to me, and said : "if you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight ? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very good-looking Why do you sleep alone tonight ? I know ... 'cause tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms..." It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind Over, over, over, over It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind Over, over Love is natural and real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is natural and real But not for such as you and i, my love Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my ... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can even feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my ... |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God I swear : I never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, I broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : |
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from The Smiths - Rank [live] (1988)
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her Walkman started to melt Oh ... Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her hearing aid started to melt Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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 ? Oh ... 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 ? Oh ... Oh no ... Oh ... La ... |
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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 - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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, the Bomb, 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 ? SO ... 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, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb That will bring us together If it's not Love Then it's the Bomb Then it's the Bomb That will bring us together SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Oh, la ... |
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Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God I swear : I never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, I broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her Walkman started to melt Oh ... Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her hearing aid started to melt Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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 I've seen this happen in other people's Lives And now it's happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's Lives And now it's happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's Lives And now it's happening in mine Oh ... I've seen this happen in other people's Lives Oh ... And now it's happening in mine Happening in mine Happening in mine Happening in mine Happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's Lives Oh ... And now, now, now it's happening in mine (I've seen this happen) Happening in mine Oh... now, now I've seen this happen in other people's Lives Oh ... And now it's happening in mine (Happen) Happening in mine Oh ... Happening in mine Happening in mine Happening in mine I've seen this happen in other people's Lives Oh ... And now, now, now it's happening in mine Happening in mine Mine, mine Happening in mine |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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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Girl afraid
Where do his intentions lay ? Or does he even have any ? She says : "He never really looks at me I give him every opportunity In the room downstairs He sat and stared In the room downstairs He sat and stared I'll never make that mistake again !" I'll never make that mistake again I'll never make that mistake again Boy afraid Prudence never pays And everything she wants costs money "But she doesn't even like me ! And I know because she said so In the room downstairs She sat and stared In the room downstairs She sat and stared I'll never make that mistake again !" |
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It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child And you made him old It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old You made him old Reel around the fountain Slap me on the patio I'll take it now Oh... Fifteen minutes with you Well, I wouldn't say no Oh, people said that you were virtually dead And they were so wrong Fifteen minutes with you Oh, well, I wouldn't say no Oh, people said that you were easily led And they were half-right Oh, they...oh, they were half-right, oh It's time the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old It's time that the tale were told Of how you took a child And you made him old You made him old Oh, reel around the fountain Slap me on the patio I'll take it now Ah...oh... Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you Oh, but I do. Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you I do. Oh, I...oh, I do Oh... I dreamt about you last night And I fell out of bed twice You can pin and mount me like a butterfly But "take me to the haven of your bed" Was something that you never said Two lumps, please You're the bee's knees But so am I Oh, meet me at the fountain Shove me on the patio I'll take it slowly Oh... Fifteen minutes with you Oh, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you Oh, but I do. Fifteen minutes with you Oh, no, I wouldn't say no Oh, people see no worth in you I do. Oh, I...I do Oh, I do Oh, I do Oh, I do |
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from The Smiths - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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 - The Smiths Best 2 (1997)
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 - The Smiths Best I (1999)
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" Ah ! 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" La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 New York version adds : I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! 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 - The Smiths Best I (1999)
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 The Smiths - The Smiths Best I (1999)
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 - The Smiths Best I (1999)
Stop me, oh, stop me
Stop me if you think that you've Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Nothing's changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love I was delayed, I was way-laid An emergency stop I smelt the last ten seconds of life I crashed down on the crossbar And the pain was enough to make A shy, bald, buddhist reflect And plan a mass murder Who said lied I'd to her? Oh, who said I'd lied because I never? I never! Who said I'd lied because I never? I was detained, I was restrained And broke my spleen And broke my knee (and then he really laced into me) Friday night in out-patients Who said I'd lied to her? Oh, who said I'd lied? - Because I never, I never Who said I'd lied? - Because I never Oh, so I drank one It became four And when I fell on the floor... ...I drank more Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before Nothing's changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love |
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끔찍하게 민감한 마음 :: 2013-04-22
Subject : We are infinite. <월플라워>(Perks Of Being A Wallflower, 2012)
