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Never Had No One Ever by The Smiths

When you walk without ease
On these
Streets were you were raised
I had a really bad dream
It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days
I never, I’m alone, and I
Never, ever oh … had no one ever

Now I’m outside your house
I’m alone
And I’m outside your house
I hate to intrude …
Oh, Alone, I’m Alone, I’m Alone, I’m Alone
I’m Alone
I’m Alone
And I never, never … oh … had no one ever
I never had no one ever
I never had no, no one ever
Had no one never
Never … no …
Oh …

Death at One’s Elbow by The Smiths

Oh Glenn
Don’t come to the house tonight…
Because there’s somebody here
Who really really loves you
Oh Glenn

Stay home
Be bored
(It’s crap, I KNOW)
Tonight

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…
Because you’ll slip on the
Trail of all my sad remains
That’s why, that’s why
GOODBYE MY LOVE, GOODBYE MY LOVE…

Death of a Disco Dancer by The Smiths

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 ?…
Oh, very nice
Very nice
Very nice…
…But maybe in the next world…

Love, peace and harmony ?…
Oh, very nice
Very nice
Very nice…
…But maybe in the next world
Maybe in the next world…

Oh, love, peace and harmony ?…
Oh, 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)…
The next world, the next world
Oh …

The death of a disco dancer…

What Difference Does It Make? by The Smiths

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I can surely 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 …

William, It Was Really Nothing by The Smiths

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…

I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish by The Smiths

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 ?

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me by The Smiths

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, but 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…

Pretty Girls Make Graves by The Smiths

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 …
Oh …

I Want the One I Can’t Have by The Smiths

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology

Come round …
‘Cause I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over, all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology

I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over, all over my face

A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor

A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor

And I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over my face

A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on Prisoner’s Aid
He killed a policeman when he was
Thirteen
And somehow that really impressed
Me
And it’s written all over my face

Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor

I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s written all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology

And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the
Railway station
It’s all over my face
Oh …

These Things Take Time by The Smiths

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
You took me behind a dis-used railway line
And said “I know a place where we can go
Where we are not known”
And then you gave me something that I won’t forget too soon
But I can’t believe that you’d ever care
And this is why you will never care
But these things take time
I know that I’m
The most inept
That ever stepped

I’m spellbound, oh … but a woman divides
And the hills are alive with celibate cries
But you know where you came from, you know where
You’re going and you know where you belong
You said I was ill, and you were not wrong
But I can’t believe that you’d ever care
And so, you will never care
But these things take time
And I know that I’m
The most inept
That ever stepped

Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your rooms
They meant more to me
Than any, than any living thing on earth
They had more worth
Than any living thing on earth
On earth, on earth, oh …

Vivid and in your prime
You will leave me behind…

Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before by The Smiths

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 I’d lied 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 lays 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

(Here — and instead of oh)
And , 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…

I Know It’s Over by The Smiths

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…