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How does this song go? Can you hum a few tunes for me?
The song is the song of the siren.....the song of death..... If you know Morrissey's catalogue and you don't listen just superficially you'd know it...
We all have this song stuck in our head....everyone of us. The grinning skull is singing in your ear right now but you distract yourself from it.... by doing anything....anything at all but facing it. What does it mean...what does it mean? Morrissey sings in the scathing Art Hounds...
When Morrissey performs and rips his shirt off in concert after giving it everything he has he's saying look at me God or mr. Death....I did all I could as an artist....I don't have anything else....you can take my ass now.
When he talks to the world via his web site he doesn't sign under some fake ass name. When he performs or does an album it's him at his creative best making a statement about the earth and you and me and him......
He's a human being that wants to be heard.....we all want to be heard. But we were all born hysterical and spend our whole life it seems trying to get over it. We do what we can but earth is the cruelest planet that you will never understand....
Death makes life seem like a fraud....and maybe it is. Maybe your life and everything you've accomplished means no more than a dinosaur fart in a windstorm....there's a good chance that that is the truth.
Morrissey sometimes thinks that if people would not kill and eat animals we would stop being such murderous bastards....but he really knows better....that's the reason for the horrifying screams at the end of I"m Not a Man...
This album maybe the best he's every done.....but it definitely won't be the most popular. It's too damned real.....
So get over your selves......Death is waiting. You can run...but you can't hide.... The realization that we are on a spinning planet somewhere in space and all we know for certain is that we die....everyone of us....should make us better people. But the lie will continue.....
I didn't know we had to answer riddles to become true fans. It's news to me. Why didn't someone tell me? This whole time I have been masquerading as a Morrissey fan.
david t.....you know the song. I'd sing it for you but....it has no tune, and it has no meaning. It's in your head right now....and mine too.
Everybody's carrying that song around. We need distractions to keep the truth at bay....the awful truth.
It's the sound you hear during your "last ten seconds of life": Plbbbbbtttt!How does this song go? Can you hum a few tunes for me?
Yes...yes....you are a fan.Round, round, the rhythm goes round, round, round, the rhythm of life goes round...
This is why I think (and I seem to be somewhat in the minority) that age suits Morrissey so well: the older he gets, the darker the joke becomes. What was a distant "someday" to the youth has become tomorrow to the man.
As for the ritual of the shirt-ripping - that becomes ever more like defiance: "I am a living sign: see what I've become, and what you soon shall be" (to his younger fans anyway). He's a crooning memento mori (a memento Morrissey, if you will).
The game is rigged, there is no escape, each man kills the thing he loves, and we are all worthless worm meat in the end.
In the meantime, kiss me a lot.
Ok....bored. What's your interpretation?. What's that song that Morrissey can't stand?The problem is you are taking your personal interpretation of the song and saying it is a fact that this is what he means and anything else anyone thinks is categorically wrong. We all take our own meaning for everything in life.
I think it's an interesting take and does make sense but that doesn't make it fact or knowledge.
Ok....bored. What's your interpretation?. What's that song that Morrissey can't stand?
Are you Roy?
Ok....bored. What's your interpretation?. What's that song that Morrissey can't stand?
You clever swine.It really doesn't matter what my first name is.
I was trying to get the so-called fans that were arguing about something that is now a legal process to step back and look again at Morrissey's new album and see what the underlying psychological and philosophical meanings were. I had a feeling that most of them hadn't really given the album a good listen....or really thought about it. I was right...
But I bet you knew the song....
It really doesn't matter what my first name is.
I was trying to get the so-called fans that were arguing about something that is now a legal process to step back and look again at Morrissey's new album and see what the underlying psychological and philosophical meanings were. I had a feeling that most of them hadn't really given the album a good listen....or really thought about it. I was right...
But I bet you knew the song....
And you guessed wrong.....bad fan.....not very good.....bad.
Roy's Keene.......don,t forget the other e
Has anyone else noticed the song sounds just like Best Days by Blur off their Great Escape album. Just food for thought.
I think you are putting everything into a little box and I don't listen to music that way.
I don't know if Morrissey has a specific song in mind that makes him think about death and he can't get it out of his head as he sees he has reached a point where it is more than likely that he is closer to his death than he is to his birth or if it's a metaphorical song as you suggest.
You said to davidt earlier that this song was going through your head and his too. That's a projection. Maybe when I'm 55 I will hear that song as well but only davidt can tell you if he hears it and only Morrissey can tell you if that was the song he meant.
Like I said before, it's a good take on it. I gave you credit for that and will again but you can't claim to KNOW.
This is one of the most frustrating things Morrissey fans do. They state things as facts about what Morrissey is thinking or state why he did something.
I don't know for sure why anyone I know says or does anything. To think you could KNOW the thoughts and intentions of anyone is laughable. If that someone is someone you've never met it's ridiculous.