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Whatever Happens, I Love You by Morrissey

Names, secret names
But never in my favour
But when all is said and done
It’s you I love

Cold loving prose
We stole each other’s clothes
But when all is said and done
It’s you I love

Yes,.. oh, yes
Oh no, yes…

Fights for rights
Everyone’s oh so quick with advice
And when they’ve all said their piece
It’s still you I love
Now just like then

Then…, yes…
No, yes, 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 …

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (The Smiths cover) by Muse

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…

Our Frank by Morrissey

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won’t you ?
Give me a cigarette
God give me patience
Just no more conversation
Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I’m gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colours blend

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They just bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won’t you ?
Now will you just give over ?
The world may be ending
But look, I’m only human

So, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I’m gonna be sick
All over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the two colours blend, my friend
Won’t somebody help ?

Won’t somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
About everything
Oh, somebody
From thinking all the time
So deeply, so bleakly ?
So bleakly all the time
About everything ? (Who I am, how I ever got here)
Somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
So bleakly, so bleakly …

Pretty Girls Make Graves (Troy Tate Demo) 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

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 ?

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 face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in Womanhood…
I lost my faith …

Hand in glove …
The sun shines out of our behinds ..

Mute Witness by Morrissey

Your poor witness
Crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, well, she’s only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw

Now see her standing on the table
With her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion
In your soul for
Your mute witness
Still testing the strength
Of our patience

Oh, well she’s only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw

Now see her pointing to the frisbee
With a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words
Describing the sight of last night
4 A.M. Northside, Clapham Common
Oh, god, what was she doing there ?
Will she sketch the answer later ?
Well, I will ask her

“Now dry your tears, my dear”
Now see her mime in time so nicely
It would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered
“Your taxi is here, my dear”…

Sunny by Morrissey

Suedehead (live) by Morrissey

Why do you come here ?
And why do you hang around ?
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 ?
Why do you telephone ? (Hmm…)
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 here
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

Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh 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…

Alsatian Cousin by Morrissey

Were you and he Lovers ?
And would you say so if you were ?
On a forecourt
On a Friday
Passing my way
Oh…

Were you and he Lovers ?
And if you were, then say that you were!
On a groundsheet
Under canvas
With your tent-flap
open wide

A note upon his desk
“P.S. Bring Me Home And Have Me!”
Leather elbows on a tweed coat
-Oh!-
Is THAT the best you can do ?
So came his reply :
“But on the desk is where I want you!”

So I ask (even though I know):
Were you and he lovers?…

You’re Gonna Need Someone on Your Side by Morrissey

With the world’s fate
Resting on your shoulder
You’re gonna need
Someone on your side

You can’t do it by yourself
Any longer
You’re gonna need
Someone on your side
Someone kindly told me
That you’d wasted
Eight of nine lives

Oh, give yourself a break
Before you break down
You’re gonna need someone on your side

And here I am
And here I am
Well, you don’t need
To look so pleased !

Day or night,
There is no difference
You’re gonna need someone on your side

Day or night,
There is no difference
You’re gonna need someone soon

And here I am
And here I am
Well, you don’t need…