Morrissey - Bengali In Platforms

Bengali, Bengali

Bengali, Bengali

No no no

He does not want to depress you

Oh no no no no no

He only wants to impress you

Oh...

Bengali in platforms

He only wants to embrace your culture

And to be your friend forever

Forever

 

Bengali, Bengali

Bengali, Bengali

Oh, shelve your Western plans

And understand

That life is hard enough when you belong here

 

A silver-studded rim that glistens

And an ankle-star that...blinds me

A lemon sole so very high

Which only reminds me; to tell you

Break the news gently

Break the news to him gently

"Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them"

 

Bengali, Bengali

It's the touchy march of time that binds you

Don't blame me

Don't hate me

Just because I'm the one to tell you

That life is hard enough when you belong here

That life is hard enough when you belong here

 

Oh...

Shelve your Western plans

Oh...

Shelve your Western plans

'Cause life is hard enough when you belong

Life is hard enough when you belong here

 

Oh...

Shelve your Western plans

Oh...

Shelve your best friends

'Cause life is hard when you belong here

Oh...

Life is hard enough when you belong

Morrissey - Hairdresser On Fire

Here is London
here is London
is it home of the free,
or what?
can you squeeze me
into an empty page of your diary
and psychologically save me
I've got faith in you
I sense the power
in the fingers
within an hour the power
can totally destroy me
or it could same my life
here is London
'home of the brash, outrageous
and free'
you are repressed
but you're remarkably dressed
is it Real?
but you're far to busy
busy scissors
busy clippers
hair dresser on fire
all around Sloane Square
and you're far too busy
to see me
"busy,busy"
hairdresser on fire
was a client over-cautious
he made you nervous
and when he said
"I'm gonna sue you"
I really felt for you
so can you squeeze me
into an empty page of your diary
and supernaturally change me
CHANGE ME, CHANGE ME

Morrissey - Late Night, Maudlin Street

Winter coming
Winter push on (push on)
Oh, winter push on
Winter is so long
Winter moves on

The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house
Goodbye stairs
I was born here
And I was raised here
And I took some stick here

Love at first sight
May sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list the details
Of everything you ever wore
Or said, or how you stood the day
And as we spend the last night
On Maudlin Street
"Goodbye house-forever!"
I never stole a happy hour
Around here

Where the world's ugliest boy
Became what you see
Here I am—the ugliest man
It's the last night on Maudlin Street
And truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you
When I sleep with that picture of
You framed beside my bed
Oh, it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room
By the bed
Yes, I told you it was silly
And I know I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh truly I love you

I came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
Nobody stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches
All around my head
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
So, he drove me home in the van
Complaining: "Women only like me for my mind..."

Don't leave your torch behind
A power cut ahead
1972, you know
And so we crept through the park
But no I cannot steal a pair of jeans
Off a clothesline for you
But you without clothes
Oh I could not keep a straight face
Me without clothes?
Well a nation turns its back and gags
I'm packed

I am moving house
A half-life disappears today
Every hag waves me on
Secretly wishing me gone
Well, I will be soon
Oh I will be soon

There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away in a police car
Dear Inspector, don't you know?
Don't you care?
Don't you know about love?

Your gran died
And your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain and ashamed
With never time to say
Those special things
I took the keys from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar!
And... truly I do love you
Wherever you are
Wherever you are

Morrissey - Margaret On The Guillotine

The kind people
have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
because people like you
make me feel so tired
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?

And people like you
make me feel so old inside
please die
and kind people
do not shelter this dream
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make the dream real
Make it real

Morrissey - Suedehead

Why do you come here?
And why..
Why do you hang around?
I'm so sorry
I'm so...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know.. Oh why do you come?

Why do you telephone?
And why..
Send me silly notes?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know.. Oh why do you come?

You had to sneak into my room
Just to read my diary
It was just to see
Just to see
All the things you knew
I'd written about you
Oh so many illustrations, oh but
I'm so very sickened, Oh
I am so sickened NOW

It was a good lay, good lay..

Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey