<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 03:11:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Lyrics</category><category>Videos</category><category>Live</category><category>Album: The Smiths</category><category>Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category>Album: Meat is Murder</category><category>Singles</category><category>with Craig Gannon</category><category>Album: Strangeways Here We Come</category><category>Madrid</category><category>Pictures</category><category>Manchester</category><category>A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours</category><category>Barbarism Begins at Home</category><category>Bigmouth Strikes Again</category><category>Cemetry Gates</category><category>Death Of A Disco Dancer</category><category>Girlfriend In A Coma</category><category>Hand in Glove</category><category>Heaven Knows I&#39;m Miserable Now</category><category>How Soon is Now?</category><category>I Don&#39;t Owe You Anything</category><category>I Know It&#39;s Over</category><category>I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish</category><category>I Want The One I Can&#39;t Have</category><category>Irvine</category><category>London</category><category>Meat is Murder</category><category>Miserable Lie</category><category>Never Had No One Ever</category><category>Nowhere Fast</category><category>Pretty Girls Make Graves</category><category>Reel Around the Fountain</category><category>Rusholme Ruffians</category><category>Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others</category><category>Still Ill</category><category>Suffer Little Children</category><category>That Joke isn&#39;t Funny Anymore</category><category>The Boy With The Thorn In His Side</category><category>The Hand That Rocks The Cradle</category><category>The Headmaster Ritual</category><category>The Queen Is Dead</category><category>The Smiths</category><category>There Is A Light That Never Goes Out</category><category>This Charming Man</category><category>Tube</category><category>Vicar In A Tutu</category><category>Well I Wonder</category><category>What Difference Does It Make?</category><category>What She Said</category><category>You&#39;ve Got Everything Now</category><title>The Smiths - Videos &amp; Lyrics</title><description>Blog about the english rock band active from 1982 to 1987, The Smiths: Videos &amp; Lyrics</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-3651808736931360905</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T10:55:50.369+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Strangeways Here We Come</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Girlfriend In A Coma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Singles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Girlfriend In A Coma</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;340&quot; width=&quot;410&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2tdF6ziim7E&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2tdF6ziim7E&amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it&#39;s serious&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know-it&#39;s really serious&lt;br /&gt;there were times when I could&lt;br /&gt;have &quot;murdered&quot; her&lt;br /&gt;(But, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;NO, I DON&#39;T WANT TO SEE HER&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she&#39;ll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she&#39;ll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it&#39;s serious&lt;br /&gt;there were times when I could&lt;br /&gt;have &quot;strangled&quot; her&lt;br /&gt;(but, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;Anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SEE HER !&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she&#39;ll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she&#39;ll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Let me whisper my last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - IT&#39;S SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175692946028044322&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: Girlfriend In A Coma&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5401hn_CXFN4HyjUYqcFNEKABoV0GxrEbBqWG2kKDB7A0HFBR1l9xUNJnMQlPnkcKiVwDtbrN8vCCZtaM3p2M2FNRx3ZaEMwKlAwSUjp01chO-Ehh-0L_EzG_6v1AaZaVGj_jdb8TXpU/s200/Girlfriend+in+a+Coma.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&quot;Girlfriend in a Coma&quot; is a song by The Smiths. It was released as a single in August 1987, reaching #13 in the UK Singles Chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first of three singles from the band&#39;s last studio album Strangeways, Here We Come. As such, it was the last single to include newly recorded material on the b-side. It holds the distinction of containing the last recorded Smiths song, &quot;I Keep Mine Hidden&quot;. Also included — and recorded at the same session — is a cover version of a Cilla Black song, &quot;Work Is a Four-Letter Word&quot;. Morrissey&#39;s insistence on recording this song incurred the wrath of Johnny Marr who left the band not long afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single itself is a tongue-in-cheek, music hall inflected song that clocks in at a mere two minutes and two seconds. Though seemingly &quot;lightweight&quot; and catchy, the song features acidic, ambiguous lyrics. The song also contains peak guitar work by Johnny Marr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, which featured clips from the film &quot;The Leather Boys&quot; (starring Rita Tushingham), was directed by Tim Broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover features playwright Shelagh Delaney from a 1961 edition of &quot;A Taste of Honey&quot;. The photo was tinted grey for 7&quot;s in all countries except in Australia where it was tinted green as for the 12&quot;s. This was the second time Delaney appeared on a Smiths cover; she appeared as the cover star on the recently released Louder Than Bombs album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girlfriend_in_a_Coma_(song)&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-girlfriend-in-coma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4612578699683504356</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T09:48:22.162+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Strangeways Here We Come</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death Of A Disco Dancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures</category><title>The Smiths: Death Of A Disco Dancer</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbCu49lH2Q&amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbCu49lH2Q&amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a disco dancer &lt;br /&gt;well, it happens a lot &#39;round here &lt;br /&gt;and if you think Peace &lt;br /&gt;is a common goal &lt;br /&gt;well, that goes to show &lt;br /&gt;just how little you know &lt;br /&gt;The death of a disco dancer &lt;br /&gt;well, I&#39;d rather not get involved &lt;br /&gt;I never talk to my neighbour &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d just rather not get involved&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace and harmony? &lt;br /&gt;Love, peace and harmony? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;...but maybe in the next world</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-death-of-disco-dancer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8324233032442499620</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T18:20:38.145+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Strangeways Here We Come</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Singles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;340&quot; width=&quot;410&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0ajlmKAG-2g&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0ajlmKAG-2g&amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lanes were silent&lt;br /&gt;with nothing or no one around for miles&lt;br /&gt;I doused our friendly venture&lt;br /&gt;with a hard-faced&lt;br /&gt;three-word gesture&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;I forced you into a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;... and now I&#39;m not too sure&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed you by the guilded beams&lt;br /&gt;that&#39;s what Tradition means&lt;br /&gt;and I doused another venture&lt;br /&gt;with a gesture&lt;br /&gt;that was... absolutely vile&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;forced you to a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;... and now I&#39;m not too sure&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed you by the guilded beams&lt;br /&gt;that&#39;s what Tradition means&lt;br /&gt;and now eighteen months&#39; hard-labour&lt;br /&gt;seems... fair enough&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;forced you to a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;Typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;and now I&#39;m not too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175064910140219410&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZerLim_705fOX91otH2VeasjVCqI-achN94cGdljRURPNWffDhfejdhS5Ak4Nb-hWbR0y54vB0itIfDL9qiiILSHRG_LJuZSzaNDi_hdCzOT3VQvDOEvCW5rFmlerjSmuTaKHbmPBkn4/s200/I+started.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&quot;I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&quot; is a song by The Smiths. It was released as a single in November 1987, reaching #23 in the UK Singles Chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second of three UK singles from the band&#39;s last studio album Strangeways, Here We Come, and was released after the band had announced their split. The record company had originally intended to release &quot;Stop Me If You Think You&#39;ve Heard This One Before&quot; as a single in the UK but felt this would be inappropriate following the Hungerford massacre (the lyrics contain a reference to &quot;mass murder&quot;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Stop Me...&quot; was still released as a single in other countries, but its promotional video - which featured Morrissey plus a large number of Morrissey lookalikes - was used in the UK to promote &quot;I Started Something I Couldn&#39;t Finish&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of the single features actress Avril Angers in a film still from the 1966 film The Family Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Started_Something_I_Couldn&#39;t_Finish&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-i-started-something-i-couldnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5774327138424089692</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T18:23:21.814+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Strangeways Here We Come</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - A Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;I am the ghost of Troubled Joe&lt;br /&gt;hung by his pretty white neck&lt;br /&gt;some eighteen months ago&lt;br /&gt;I travelled to a mystical time zone&lt;br /&gt;but I missed my bed&lt;br /&gt;so I soon came home&lt;br /&gt;they said:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;there&#39;s too much caffeine&lt;br /&gt;in your bloodstream&lt;br /&gt;and a lack of real spice&lt;br /&gt;in your life&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;because I&#39;m alright, dad&lt;br /&gt;just surprised to still&lt;br /&gt;be on my own...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don&#39;t mention love&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d hate the strain of the pain again&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;it has been before&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be again&lt;br /&gt;and people who are uglier than you and I&lt;br /&gt;they take what they need, and just leave&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don&#39;t mention love&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d hate the pain of the strain all over again&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;it has been before&lt;br /&gt;so why can&#39;t it be now?&lt;br /&gt;and people who are weaker than you and I&lt;br /&gt;they take what they want from life&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don&#39;t mention love&lt;br /&gt;no-just don&#39;t mention love!&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;your youth may be gone&lt;br /&gt;but you&#39;re still a young man&lt;br /&gt;so phone me, phone me, phone me&lt;br /&gt;so phone me, phone me, phone me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I&#39;m in love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I&#39;m in love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I&#39;m in love&lt;br /&gt;Urrgh, I think I&#39;m in lerv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours&lt;/em&gt; is a song by The Smiths, from their album Strangeways, Here We Come. It is the first song on the album, and is notable for not featuring Johnny Marr&#39;s guitarwork. The title comes from a poem by Oscar Wilde&#39;s mother. The phrase &quot;A rush and a charge and the land is ours&quot;, which is a traditional Irish battle cry, is very likely to have influenced Morrissey during the writing of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Rush_and_a_Push_and_the_Land_Is_Ours&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-rush-and-push-and-land-is-ours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYGwii3TwrKYPjLP5qM5xQPLHS_ysZDZPUJYbVBjAR8BqcbZV8PTAsU-QGtlw6lAXxqJKbOnGrxtJU0bCQN9DMMVFmyqE_fGZd_UaLqzR1RBj0sxgRYfbo1sb-lQU4-zYsCTRo9VmZhI/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-7095167803206250186</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 10:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-05T10:50:10.983+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ice-age to the dole-age&lt;br /&gt;there is but one concern&lt;br /&gt;and I have just discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls mothers are bigger than&lt;br /&gt;other girls mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Anthony said to Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;as he opened a crate of ale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls mothers are bigger than&lt;br /&gt;other girls mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-some-girls-are-bigger-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1554060377383311826</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-04T12:54:06.409+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">There Is A Light That Never Goes Out</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;where there&#39;s music and there&#39;s people&lt;br /&gt;who are young and alive&lt;br /&gt;driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;because I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;because I want to see people and I&lt;br /&gt;want to see &lt;em&gt;lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;oh please dont drop me home&lt;br /&gt;because it&#39;s not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; home, it&#39;s &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, and Im welcome no more&lt;br /&gt;and if a double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;crashes into us&lt;br /&gt;to die by your side&lt;br /&gt;such a heavenly way to die&lt;br /&gt;and if a ten ton truck&lt;br /&gt;kills the both of us&lt;br /&gt;to die by your side&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure and the privilege is mine&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;oh take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;and in the darkened underpass&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;em&gt;Oh God, my chance has come at last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but then a strange fear gripped me and I&lt;br /&gt;just couldnt ask)&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;just driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;because I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a light and it never goes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There Is a Light That Never Goes Out&quot; is a song by the English rock group The Smiths, written by Morrissey and Johnny Marr. It was originally featured on their 1986 album The Queen Is Dead, but despite its enduring popularity it was not released as a single until 1992, after The Smiths split up. Morrissey re-released the song as a double A-side live single (with his cover of Patti Smith&#39;s &quot;Redondo Beach&quot;) in 2005, which reached #11 in the UK singles chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song lyrically utilises a first-person narrative concerning yearning, anxiety, and implied romance. Morrissey assumes the role of a person who has, one could infer from the lyrics, been kicked out of home, so seeks solace and company in the form of the person the song addresses - the car&#39;s driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, the song begins with a staccato bridge similar to that heard on &quot;Hitch Hike&quot; by Marvin Gaye and &quot;There She Goes Again&quot; by The Velvet Underground, which recurs as a musical motif throughout the song. With synthesized strings, a balladesque arrangement and yearning lyrics, many listeners have viewed &quot;There Is a Light That Never Goes Out&quot; as a straightforward love song despite some ambiguity in the lyrics themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Is_a_Light_That_Never_Goes_Out&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipédia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-there-is-light-that-never-goes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8540830891896373751</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T11:01:23.204+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vicar In A Tutu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">with Craig Gannon</category><title>The Smiths: Vicar In A Tutu</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was minding my business &lt;br /&gt;lifting some lead off &lt;br /&gt;the roof of the Holy Name church &lt;br /&gt;it was worthwhile living a laughable life &lt;br /&gt;just to set my eyes on the blistering sight &lt;br /&gt;of a vicar in a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;he&#39;s not strange &lt;br /&gt;he just wants to live his life this way &lt;br /&gt;A scanty bit of a thing &lt;br /&gt;with a decorative ring &lt;br /&gt;that wouldnt cover the head of a child &lt;br /&gt;as Rose collects the money in a cannister &lt;br /&gt;who comes sliding down the bannister&lt;br /&gt;the vicar in a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;he&#39;s not strange &lt;br /&gt;he just wants to live his life this way &lt;br /&gt;The monkish monsignor &lt;br /&gt;with a head full of plaster &lt;br /&gt;said : &quot;My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned&quot;&lt;br /&gt;as Rose counts the money in the cannister &lt;br /&gt;as natural as Rain &lt;br /&gt;he dances again  &lt;br /&gt;vicar in a tu-tu&lt;br /&gt;The next day in the pulpit &lt;br /&gt;with Freedom and Ease &lt;br /&gt;combatting ignorance, dust, and disease&lt;br /&gt;as Rose counts the money in the cannister &lt;br /&gt;as natural as Rain &lt;br /&gt;he dances again&lt;br /&gt;the fabric of a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;any man could get used to &lt;br /&gt;And I am a living sign &lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m a living sign.</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-vicar-in-tutu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4824730348073607422</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-02T09:29:11.257+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Singles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Boy With The Thorn In His Side</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the thorn in his side&lt;br /&gt;behind the hatred there lies&lt;br /&gt;a murderous desire for love&lt;br /&gt;how can they look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe me?&lt;br /&gt;how can they hear me say those words&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe me?&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe me now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe me now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the thorn in his side&lt;br /&gt;behind the hatred there lies&lt;br /&gt;a plundering desire for love&lt;br /&gt;how can they see the Love in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe us?&lt;br /&gt;and after all this time&lt;br /&gt;they dont want to believe us&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe us now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe us?&lt;br /&gt;and when you want to Live&lt;br /&gt;how do you start?&lt;br /&gt;where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;who do you need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173073100649040834&quot; 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It appears on their third album The Queen Is Dead but was released as a single (albeit in a different mix) several months before the album, reaching #23 in the UK Singles Chart in Autumn 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Smiths single to be accompanied by a promotional video, something the band had previously resisted. Some of the Smiths&#39; more purist fans at the time derided this as a sell-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, the New Musical Express greeted the news that the band had signed a contract with EMI with the headline &quot;The Boy With The Thorn-EMI On His Side&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumping man on the cover of the single release is a young Truman Capote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was covered by Scottish band Bis on the tribute album The Smiths is dead. Music reviewer, Stephen Thomas Erlewine, trashed the cover, stating: &quot;In particular, the Bis utterly disembowel &#39;The Boy with the Thorn in His Side&#39; with a single-minded stupidity that is just bewildering.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has also been covered by Jeff Buckley, Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian and Dinosaur Jr&#39;s J Mascis in live performances. This song also shares its name with a book written by Pete Wentz, bassist of the band Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was featured in the third episode of the British drama musical series Blackpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margi Clarke asked Morrissey if this song was inspired by Oscar Wilde and Morrissey replied: &quot;No that&#39;s not true. The thorn is the music industry and all those people who never believed anything I said, tried to get rid of me and wouldn&#39;t play the records. So I think we&#39;ve reached a stage where we feel: if they don&#39;t believe me now, will they ever believe me? What more can a poor boy do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boy_with_the_Thorn_in_His_Side_%28song%29&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-boy-with-thorn-in-his-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1622664114117570552</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T11:03:15.741+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bigmouth Strikes Again</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">with Craig Gannon</category><title>The Smiths: Bigmouth Strikes Again</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking &lt;br /&gt;when I said Id like to smash every tooth &lt;br /&gt;in your head &lt;br /&gt;Sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking &lt;br /&gt;when I said by rights you should be &lt;br /&gt;bludgeoned in your bed &lt;br /&gt;and now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;as the flames rose to her roman nose &lt;br /&gt;and her Walkman started to melt&lt;br /&gt;Bigmouth, bigmouth&lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth, bigmouth &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race &lt;br /&gt;and now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;as the flames rose to her roman nose &lt;br /&gt;and her hearing aid started to melt &lt;br /&gt;Bigmouth, bigmouth &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-bigmouth-strikes-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-871762593341482891</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T11:06:57.140+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cemetry Gates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">with Craig Gannon</category><title>The Smiths: Cemetry Gates</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Cemetry Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;a dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;while Wilde is on mine&lt;br /&gt;So we go inside and we gravely read the stones&lt;br /&gt;all those &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; all those &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;with loves, and hates&lt;br /&gt;and passions just like mine&lt;br /&gt;they were born&lt;br /&gt;and then they lived&lt;br /&gt;and then they died&lt;br /&gt;which seems so unfair&lt;br /&gt;and I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;You say: &quot;ere thrice the sun done&lt;br /&gt;salutation to the dawn&quot;&lt;br /&gt;and you claim these words as your own&lt;br /&gt;but Im well-read, have heard them said&lt;br /&gt;a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)&lt;br /&gt;if you must write prose/poems&lt;br /&gt;the words you use should be your own&lt;br /&gt;dont plagiarise or take &quot;on loan&quot;&lt;br /&gt;there&#39;s always someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;with a big nose, who knows&lt;br /&gt;and who trips you up and laughs&lt;br /&gt;when you fall&lt;br /&gt;who&#39;ll trip you up and laugh&lt;br /&gt;when you fall&lt;br /&gt;You say: &quot;ere long done do does did&quot;&lt;br /&gt;words which could only be your own&lt;br /&gt;you then produce the text&lt;br /&gt;from whence was ripped&lt;br /&gt;(some dizzy whore, 1804)&lt;br /&gt;A dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so let&#39;s go where we&#39;re happy&lt;br /&gt;and I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;a dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so let&#39;s go where we&#39;re wanted&lt;br /&gt;and I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Wilde is on mine.</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-cemetry-gates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-2899272249471971262</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T11:07:20.445+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Never Had No One Ever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">with Craig Gannon</category><title>The Smiths: Never Had No One Ever</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/c1pktKDuZYs&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/c1pktKDuZYs&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk without ease &lt;br /&gt;on these &lt;br /&gt;the very streets where you were raised &lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad dream &lt;br /&gt;it lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days &lt;br /&gt;Never had no one ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Queen Is Dead (record)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk without ease &lt;br /&gt;On these &lt;br /&gt;Streets where you were raised &lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad dream &lt;br /&gt;It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days &lt;br /&gt;I never, I&#39;m alone, and I &lt;br /&gt;Never, ever oh ... had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&#39;m outside your house &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m alone &lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m outside your house &lt;br /&gt;I hate to intrude ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Alone, I&#39;m Alone, I&#39;m Alone, I&#39;m Alone &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m Alone &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m Alone &lt;br /&gt;And I never, never ... oh ... had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;I never had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;I never had no, no one ever &lt;br /&gt;Had no one never &lt;br /&gt;Never ... no ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-never-had-no-one-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5525746246870578558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-05T10:52:20.523+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Know It&#39;s Over</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">with Craig Gannon</category><title>The Smiths: I Know It&#39;s Over</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: I Know It&#39;s Over &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Know It&#39;s Over &lt;br /&gt;(live London palladium) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EV-ykAlUA3Y&amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/EV-ykAlUA3Y&amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Know It&#39;s Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;and as I climb into an empty bed &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;I know it&#39;s over - still I cling &lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know where else I can go  &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;see, the sea wants to take me &lt;br /&gt;the knife wants to cut me &lt;br /&gt;do you think you can help me? &lt;br /&gt;Sad veiled bride, please be happy &lt;br /&gt;handsome groom, give her room &lt;br /&gt;loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly &lt;br /&gt;(although she needs you &lt;br /&gt;more than she loves you) &lt;br /&gt;and I know it&#39;s over - still I cling &lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know where else I can go &lt;br /&gt;I know it&#39;s over &lt;br /&gt;and it never really began &lt;br /&gt;but in my heart it was so real&lt;br /&gt;and you even spoke to me, and said: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you&#39;re so funny &lt;br /&gt;then why are you on your own tonight? &lt;br /&gt;and if you&#39;re so clever &lt;br /&gt;why are you on your own tonight? &lt;br /&gt;if you&#39;re so very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;why are you on your own tonight?&lt;br /&gt;if you&#39;re so terribly good-looking&lt;br /&gt;then why do you sleep alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;because tonight it&#39;s just like any other night &lt;br /&gt;that&#39;s why you&#39;re on your own tonight &lt;br /&gt;with your triumphs and your charms &lt;br /&gt;while they are in each other&#39;s arms...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s so easy to laugh &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s so easy to hate &lt;br /&gt;it takes strength to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s so easy to laugh &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s so easy to hate &lt;br /&gt;it takes guts to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;love is Natural and Real &lt;br /&gt;but not for you, my love &lt;br /&gt;not tonight, my love &lt;br /&gt;love is Natural and Real &lt;br /&gt;but not for such as you and I, my love &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The first vocal take Morrissey recorded for the song ended up as the one used for the album. (Wikipedia)</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-i-know-its-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6968497750385646673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T10:20:24.269+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irvine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Frankly, Mr Shankly</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;Live Irvine 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;340&quot; width=&quot;410&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m-O665wmJhQ&amp;amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m-O665wmJhQ&amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position Ive held&lt;br /&gt;it pays my way, and it &lt;em&gt;corrodes&lt;/em&gt; my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave, you will not miss me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go down in musical history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, Im a sickening wreck&lt;br /&gt;Ive got the 21st century breathing down my neck&lt;br /&gt;I must move fast, you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go down in celluloid history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame, Fame, fatal Fame&lt;br /&gt;it can play hideous tricks on the brain&lt;br /&gt;but still Id rather be Famous&lt;br /&gt;than righteous or holy, any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes Id feel more fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;making Christmas cards with the mentally ill&lt;br /&gt;I want to Live and I want to Love&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position Ive held&lt;br /&gt;it pays my way and it corrodes my soul&lt;br /&gt;oh, I didnt realise that you wrote poetry&lt;br /&gt;(I didnt realise you wrote such &lt;em&gt;bloody awful&lt;/em&gt; poetry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask&lt;br /&gt;you are a flatulent pain in the arse&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to be so rude&lt;br /&gt;but still, I must speak &lt;em&gt;frankly, Mr. Shankly&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-frankly-mr-shankly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-668700117886987813</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T10:20:38.176+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Queen Is Dead</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead</title><description>&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602&quot; /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7iMeyKEOvBI&amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7iMeyKEOvBI&amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to this lands cheerless marshes &lt;br /&gt;hemmed in like a boar between arches &lt;br /&gt;her very Lowness with a head in a sling &lt;br /&gt;Im truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing &lt;br /&gt;dear Charles, don&#39;t you ever crave &lt;br /&gt;to appear on the front of the Daily Mail &lt;br /&gt;dressed in your Mother&#39;s bridal veil? &lt;br /&gt;So, I checked all the registered historical facts &lt;br /&gt;and I was shocked into shame to discover &lt;br /&gt;how Im the 18th pale descendent &lt;br /&gt;of some old queen or other &lt;br /&gt;has the world changed, or have I changed? &lt;br /&gt;has the world changed, or have I changed? &lt;br /&gt;as some 9-year old tough peddles drugs &lt;br /&gt;(I never even knew what drugs were)&lt;br /&gt;And so, I broke into the Palace &lt;br /&gt;with a sponge and a rusty spanner &lt;br /&gt;she said: &quot;Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I said: &quot;that&#39;s nothing - you should hear me play piano&quot;&lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it&#39;s quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;but when you&#39;re tied to your Mother&#39;s apron&lt;br /&gt;No one talks about castration &lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it&#39;s quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;like love and law and poverty &lt;br /&gt;these are the things that kill me &lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it&#39;s quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;but the rain that flattens my hair&lt;br /&gt;these are the things that kill me &lt;br /&gt;Passed the Pub that saps your body &lt;br /&gt;and the church who&#39;ll snatch your money &lt;br /&gt;the Queen is dead, boys &lt;br /&gt;and it&#39;s so lonely on a limb &lt;br /&gt;Passed the Pub that wrecks your body &lt;br /&gt;and the church - all they want is your money &lt;br /&gt;the Queen is dead, boys &lt;br /&gt;you can trust me, boys&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you&#39;re lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you&#39;re lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you&#39;re lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you&#39;re lonely</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-queen-is-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFqSLT1W-NueW5J64hsYeD8eWx1TW-knM6X-JfBuAPnVBtu4GEdQT6o0FiznZeYcSeQCVmbubQOvx5zWkDdfreDmo5fSLJqi0HTirz1kPK8YXTsD597AcLNAH6nrdu__scxR2riXoVLM/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6700228575277525643</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-24T10:45:28.260+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">How Soon is Now?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Singles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: How Soon is Now?</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170495558167573394&quot; 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(1984/1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How Soon Is Now?&quot; is a 1984 song written by Morrissey and Johnny Marr and first released by their band The Smiths. Sire Records chief Seymour Stein called it &quot;the &#39;Stairway to Heaven&#39; of the Eighties&quot;, while co-writer Johnny Marr described it as &quot;possibly our most enduring record. It&#39;s most people&#39;s favourite, I think.&quot;. Despite its prominent place in The Smiths&#39; repertoire, however, it is not generally considered to be representative of the band&#39;s style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally a B-side with &quot;Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want&quot; on the 12&quot; single version of &quot;William, It Was Really Nothing&quot; in 1984, the song was subsequently featured on the compilation album Hatful of Hollow and on US, Australian and Warner UK editions of Meat Is Murder. It was belatedly released as an A-side in the UK in 1985, reaching #24 on the singles chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a club favourite, &quot;How Soon Is Now&quot; did not chart as well as writers Morrissey and Marr had expected. Most commentators put this down to the fact that the song had been out on vinyl in a number of forms before being released as a single in its own right. The original track ran for nearly 7 minutes; however, the 7&quot; single edit cut the length down to under four minutes. The complete version is generally used on compilations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a title=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Soon_Is_Now%3F&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Soon_Is_Now%3F&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - How Soon is Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/K2NrIALcNOw&amp;amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/K2NrIALcNOw&amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - How Soon is Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s a club, if you&#39;d like to go&lt;br /&gt;You could meet somebody who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;So you go, and you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you go home&lt;br /&gt;And you cry&lt;br /&gt;And you want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it&#39;s gonna happen now,&lt;br /&gt;Well, when exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;See I&#39;ve already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;And all my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Human And I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-how-soon-is-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHLW7ZKatGNV14eErBjdKa53KqvvE_pNdoPEipbMedDkCDQmHe8UzMyLNhYoHj_CY2GNtFLXpxBicD9jt8ltK8hmbMvzewrU1EBBdoRiegtpsZ6npNkF5p6dH-_F6vZTYusZDIGct8ueI/s72-c/How+Soon+is+Now.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4131778350305183283</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T10:02:15.545+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Madrid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Meat is Murder</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Meat is Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heifer whines could be human cries &lt;br /&gt;closer comes the screaming knife &lt;br /&gt;this beautiful creature must die &lt;br /&gt;this beautiful creature must die &lt;br /&gt;a death for no reason &lt;br /&gt;and death for no reason is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the flesh you so fancifully fry &lt;br /&gt;is not succulent, tasty or nice&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s death for no reason &lt;br /&gt;and death for no reason is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the calf that you carve with a smile &lt;br /&gt;is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the turkey you festively slice &lt;br /&gt;is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;do you know how animals die? &lt;br /&gt;kitchen aromas aren&#39;t very homely &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s not &quot;comforting&quot;, &quot;cheery&quot; or kind &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s sizzling blood and the unholy stench &lt;br /&gt;of MURDER &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s not &quot;natural&quot;, &quot;normal&quot; or kind &lt;br /&gt;the flesh you so fancifully fry &lt;br /&gt;the meat in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;as you savour the flavour &lt;br /&gt;of MURDER &lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO, IT&#39;S MURDER &lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO, IT&#39;S MURDER &lt;br /&gt;who hears when animals cry?</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-meat-is-murder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-124651408651760982</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T10:34:58.761+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Barbarism Begins at Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Barbarism Begins at Home</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unruly boys &lt;br /&gt;who will not grow up &lt;br /&gt;must be taken in hand &lt;br /&gt;Unruly girls &lt;br /&gt;who will not settle down &lt;br /&gt;they must be taken in hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crack on the head &lt;br /&gt;is what you get for not asking &lt;br /&gt;and a crack on the head &lt;br /&gt;is what you get for asking</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-barbarism-begins-at-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4349224178111514530</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-21T15:46:30.650+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Well I Wonder</category><title>The Smiths: Well I Wonder</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Well I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me when you sleep ? &lt;br /&gt;I hoarsely cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me when we pass ? &lt;br /&gt;I half die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;please keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping - but somehow still alive&lt;br /&gt;This is the fierce last stand of all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping - dying - but somehow still alive&lt;br /&gt;This is the final stand of all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in mind</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-well-i-wonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-554944997763208322</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T21:15:55.104+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nowhere Fast</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: Nowhere Fast</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - That Joke isn&#39;t Funny Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park the car at the side of the road &lt;br /&gt;you should know &lt;br /&gt;time&#39;s tide will smother you &lt;br /&gt;and I will too &lt;br /&gt;when you laugh about people who feel so &lt;br /&gt;very lonely &lt;br /&gt;their only desire is to die &lt;br /&gt;well, I&#39;m afraid &lt;br /&gt;it doesn&#39;t make me smile &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could laugh &lt;br /&gt;but that joke isn&#39;t funny anymore &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s too close to home &lt;br /&gt;and it&#39;s too near the bone &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s too close to home &lt;br /&gt;and it&#39;s too near the bone &lt;br /&gt;more than you&#39;ll ever know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark as I drove the point home &lt;br /&gt;and on cold leather seats &lt;br /&gt;well, it suddenly struck me &lt;br /&gt;I just might die with a smile on my &lt;br /&gt;face after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve seen this happen in other people&#39;s &lt;br /&gt;lives &lt;br /&gt;and now it&#39;s happening in mine</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-that-joke-isnt-funny-anymore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6900241434949980189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T10:50:15.917+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">What She Said</category><title>The Smiths: What She Said</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - What She Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;How come someone hasn&#39;t noticed &lt;br /&gt;that I&#39;m dead &lt;br /&gt;and decided to bury me &lt;br /&gt;God knows, I&#39;m ready&quot;&lt;br /&gt;What she said was sad &lt;br /&gt;but then, all the rejection she&#39;s had &lt;br /&gt;to pretend to be happy &lt;br /&gt;could only be idiocy &lt;br /&gt;What she said was not for the job or &lt;br /&gt;lover that she never had  &lt;br /&gt;What she read &lt;br /&gt;all heady books &lt;br /&gt;she&#39;d sit and prophesise &lt;br /&gt;(It took a tattooed boy from &lt;br /&gt;Birkenhead &lt;br /&gt;to really really open her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;What she read &lt;br /&gt;all heady books &lt;br /&gt;she&#39;d sit and prophesise &lt;br /&gt;(it took a tattooed boy from &lt;br /&gt;Birkenhead &lt;br /&gt;to really really open her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I smoke &#39;cos I&#39;m hoping for an &lt;br /&gt;early death &lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I smoke &#39;cos I&#39;m hoping for an &lt;br /&gt;early death &lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING!&quot;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-what-she-said.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5287923631629339558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T10:42:08.476+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I Want The One I Can&#39;t Have</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: I Want The One I Can&#39;t Have</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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is identical to the Elvis classic &#39;(Marie&#39;s The Name) of His Latest Flame&#39;. Occasionally when playing live the band would incorporate both into a medley.&lt;br /&gt;-&quot;Rusholme Ruffians&quot; was inspired by an early comic song by Victoria Wood called &quot;Fourteen Again&quot; and has some lyrics in common (including &quot;She is famous, she is funny&quot;), giving the viewpoint of the boys in the Wood song.&lt;br /&gt;-&quot;The Headmaster Ritual&quot; was covered by Radiohead in a 2007 webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meat_Is_Murder&quot;&gt;Wikipédia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-rusholme-ruffians.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-2152666318337883332</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 08:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T08:32:06.540+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: Meat is Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Madrid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Headmaster Ritual</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Videos</category><title>The Smiths: The Headmaster Ritual</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962&quot; 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wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Headmaster Ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belligerent ghouls&lt;br /&gt;Run Manchester schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineless swines&lt;br /&gt;Cemented minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir leads the troops&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of youth&lt;br /&gt;Same old suit since 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does the military two-step&lt;br /&gt;Down the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Give up education&lt;br /&gt;As a bad mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-week on the playing fields&lt;br /&gt;Sir thwacks you on the knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knees you in the groin&lt;br /&gt;Elbow in the face&lt;br /&gt;Bruises bigger than dinner plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-da-da ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belligerent ghouls&lt;br /&gt;Run Manchester schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineless bastards all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir leads the troops&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of youth&lt;br /&gt;Same old jokes since 1902&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does the military two-step&lt;br /&gt;Down the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Give up life&lt;br /&gt;As a bad mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me from gym&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve got this terrible cold coming on&lt;br /&gt;He grabs and devours&lt;br /&gt;He kicks me in the showers&lt;br /&gt;Kicks me in the showers&lt;br /&gt;And he grabs and devours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-da-da ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-headmaster-ritual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALtzLjKaarvDfwVGWEAscQt1wzjx_UA43WekH6otpyoGAYPZqnVnCUPLZMMt801xx2hPawuBiD_GkiskBxosxCBV1T_5N2l5Vn2g6aYKTsM-A4fpW91wMNirpzmynh1DyJjRA7_mN0zQ/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-7258836133412529258</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T00:21:19.522+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Album: The Smiths</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suffer Little Children</category><title>The Smiths: Suffer Little Children</title><description>&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUkq47pphNa412IgzitTO4WQ6OCT1xWNcFYfi04WtiviUucJqHBBtKoSW1zHWg8Uuhddi9ey2VoiXT2eT4hjBCqS17Jq4acxR-LLL781bOFnLeNwI3y_hyphenhyphen8aq22OCQ7Ykyo9FFtJaLgk/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;The Smiths&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074&quot; /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 10: Suffer Little Children&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: The Smiths - Suffer Little Children&lt;br /&gt;Some information about the victims of the Moor Murders in 1960s Manchester, accompanied by &quot;Suffer Little Children&quot; by The Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;410&quot; height=&quot;340&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7bLJxoR1tH4&amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Manchester, so much to answer for &lt;br /&gt;Oh Manchester, so much to answer for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, find me, find me ! &lt;br /&gt;Find me ! &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll haunt you when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I&#39;ll haunt you when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! &lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;Over the moors, I&#39;m on the moor &lt;br /&gt;Oh, over the moor &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the child is on the moor</description><link>http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-suffer-little-children.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUkq47pphNa412IgzitTO4WQ6OCT1xWNcFYfi04WtiviUucJqHBBtKoSW1zHWg8Uuhddi9ey2VoiXT2eT4hjBCqS17Jq4acxR-LLL781bOFnLeNwI3y_hyphenhyphen8aq22OCQ7Ykyo9FFtJaLgk/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" height="72" width="72"/></item></channel></rss>