Re: Symbolic Stuff Nobody Give a Crap About
In case you can't hear his intro to ruffians, here's Elvis's version, an ode to Marie or MARY, a woman who was stolen from him.
Now INSTEAD of singing these sentiments:
Though I smiled the tears inside were a-burnin'
I wished him luck and then he said good-bye
He was gone but still the words kept returnin'
What else was there for me to do but cry?
Would you believe
That yesterday
This girl was in my arms and swore to me
She'd be mine eternally
And Marie's the name
Of his latest flame
Morrisseey breaks into Rulsholme Ruffians, it's a tale of the sordid nature of greasy speedway drivers and giant wheels and underground stuff, alluding to the people who STOLE Mary from. The boy stabbed is Morrissey and he's f***ing pissed. His soulmate is taken from him by the very people who are painting Mary as a whore. So he spends his career crooning to her to get her back because his faith in love is devout.
The last night of the fair
by the big wheel generator
a boy is stabbed
and his money is grabbed
and the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
she is Famous
she is Funny
an engagement ring
doesn't mean a thing
to a mind consumed by brass(money)
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
the last night of the fair
from a seat on a whirling waltzer
her skirt ascends for a watching eye
it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
from a seat on a whirling waltzer
her skirt ascends for a watching eye
it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
then someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said: "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said: "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
so scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
and though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
And I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
Listen to November Spawned a Monster in this context. It's a song about HER, Mary Magdalene. The lyrics could be laid over that very BBC documentary and be verbatim her story.
Sleep on and dream of Love
because it's the closest you will
get to love
poor twisted child
so ugly, so ugly
poor twisted child
oh hug me, oh hug me
one November
spawned a monster
in the shape of this child
who later cried:
"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
and people discussing me"
a frame of useless limbs
what can make GOOD
all the BAD that's been done?
And if the lights were out
could you even bear
to kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere?)
poor twisted child
so ugly, so ugly
poor twisted child
oh hug me, oh hug me
one November
spawned a monster
in the shape of this child
who must remain
a hostage to kindness
and the wheels underneath her
a hostage to kindness
and the wheels underneath her
a symbol of where mad, mad lovers
must PAUSE and draw the line
So sleep and dream of love
because it's the closest
you will get to love
that November
is a time
which I must
put OUT of my mind
oh one fine day
LET IT BE SOON
she won't be rich or beautiful
but she'll be walking your streets
in the clothes that she went out
and chose for herself
She's a hostage to the wheel of the BIG WHEEL OPERATOR underneath her, the greasy, everyday is silent and gray GRAYS (the mad lovers who at some point have to pause and draw the line) that forces her to appear to be a prostitute, but she isn't. (It's hard to explain.
) She's actually a child in a way, the very child Morrissey holds on the over of YOR. His last three albums have him holding a progression of things. A gun. A bow (It's like a sword actually) and finally a baby. She's coming into realization and he's tracking her, he's kind of programmed to because he's the yin to her yang, she's becoming more real in his world. But he knows something about her, because he knows himself, that others don't which is why it is esy to forgive her. He knows that she is a child caught in a trap and he's trying to get her out of it as is she, they fight to get each other off of this cosmic wheel. (It's not an ultimate death thing, but like a cosmic birth to be free of it, it's hard to explain and sounds too much like New Age mumbo jumbo to go into it, marriage of souls stuff.)
Another fine example of Morrissey feeling a kinship with her, or the child in her, is Yes I am Blind. It's an ode to their mutual fight against these big wheel generators that (perhaps unbeknownst to them) affect their lives since the are stuck on the wheel. They are each the lamb, they take turns being the lamb, he sees that in her which is why he takes her as his wife, they each are present at their many hangings, they witness each other's suffering in metaphor.
Yes, I am blind
no, I can't see
the good things
just the bad things
Yes, I am blind
no, I can't see
there must be something
horribly wrong with me?
God come down 1
if you're really there
well you're the one
who claims to care
Love's young dream
I'm the one who shopped you
I'm the one who stopped you
'cause in my sorry way I love you
Love's young dream
aren't you sorry
for what you've done?
well, you're not the only one
and in my sorry way I love you
Yes, I am blind
but I do see
Evil people prosper
over the likes of you and me
ALWAYS
God come down
if you're really there
well you're the one
who claims to care
Little lamb
on a hill
run fast if you can
good Christians
they want to KILL you
and your life has not even begun!
you're just like me
just like me
oh, your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like me
and your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like me
and your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like, just like me
and your life has not even begun
These are all just theories though, I'm not saying this is the way it is exactly, but something is fishy. Salted fishy.