Well, I certainly think "ugly" is the correct adjective. I cannot listen to this song solely because of this lyric. It horrifies me how someone so eloquent and witty can put "explosive kegs" into a song. Actually, the *whole* song agitates me. I MUCH prefer something like Come Back to Camden... tasteful.
it is a totally Morrissey lyric in all things of the spirit of what he has represented as a lyricist. funny, risque, corny, genius - all at once.
if you can't appreciate that lyric I really don't know how you can say you enjoy anything he does unless perhaps, you are a troll or a scenester/poseur.
Well I suggest you stop listening then because I can guarantee Morrissey will come up with many more lines in the future that will agitate you and you will think ugly.
If you called him tasteful he'd probably spit in your eye.
I just think it's not nearly as creative at it could be. I mean c'mon... it's a song about him getting some. Woopdi. Compared with other songs, I just don't think it holds much water. And I think in general the lyric in question is horrible. It doesn't take balls to sing about having them.... :|
I am walking through Rome
With my heart on a string
Oh God, please help me
And I'm so very tired
Of doing the right thing
Dear God, please help me
There are explosive kegs
Between my legs
Dear God, please help me
Will you follow and know
Know me more than you do
Track me down and try to win me
Then he motions to me
With his hand on my knee
Dear God, did this kind of this thing happen to you?
Now I'm spreading your legs
With mine in between
Dear God, if I could, I would help you
And now I am walking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart...
yes I knew, love
i wrote that I shortened the line, but thanks for typing the exact line
mum, Imogen's teasing me
Worst Morrissey lyric ever.
It's not just about getting some... my god. No. What a shallow interpretation. I think it's about getting some of the wrong thing that you want very much nonetheless... it's about forbidden booty, be that the wrong gender, someone else's property, someone who has sworn not to be sharin' the booty, or just a relationship that is guaranteed to end up hurting you both... all delicious scenarios, to be sure. So it taps into guilt- this is just the simplest reading, here. How much more delicious is sex when it's tinged with the forbidden? When desire is drawn out so long it becomes physically painful? Much, much more...
I don't want to offend anyone, and I'm not trying to treat a serious subject too lightly, but with the political atmosphere we're in, I couldn't help thinking of that line literally, as if it was sung by a suicide bomber. It goes along with the Middle East interpretation of Far Off Places.
Now, I KNOW that is not what he meant, but it is the literal interpretation. Especially, followed by "dear God, please help me" like he's a fanatic. I know, I'm stupid, that's not what it means, I don't deserve to listen to his music, and so forth. Thank you.
But worst ever lyric? He'd have to go a long way to beat:
Your boyfriend he
Went down on one knee
Well could it be
He's only got one knee?
I've always thought it was too twee. And I'm not sure what the poetry police think about rhyming the same word - "knee" and "knee"
If he was really thinking of love and suicide bombing together, it'd be both irredeemably shocking and very much in keeping with the rest of ROTT.
You're right, it's probably not what he meant (or if it was, it wasn't the first thing he was thinking of) but it's an outstandingly interesting reading. ...wow.
Well, he did worse in the very overrated The more you ignore me :
I will be
In the bar
With my head
On the bar