Come Back to Camden
Hold On To Your Friends
I have Forgiven Jesus
We'll Let You Know
My Love Life
Now My Heart is Full
Never Played Symphonies
Life is a Pigsty
I'd Love To
Wide To Receive
Angel Down We Go Together
Driving Your Girlfriend...
Just a quick observation on the countries Moz has recently played.
I've sensed a cynical side to this tour.
1) Countries he hasn't visited in years.
2) Countries he hasn't previously visited.
3) Countries he knows are hot-beds of popularity (USA, a couple of nights in...
Always thought it referred to Marr. Similarly:
A sick boy should be treated
So easily defeated
Oh, I just don't understand.
So you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around
You were alone, again.
And you ran back to Ma(rr)
Which set the pace for the rest of your days.
First Of The Gang To Die
Irish Blood, English Heart
I Have Forgiven Jesus
Come Back To Camden
I Like You
The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
All The Lazy Dykes
Let Me Kiss You
The Public Image
No One Can Hold A Candle To You
Exactly. The lyric is very clever: The victims are unconditionally loved, missed, kissed, fondly remembered (not least for their style) and, being dead, it is impossible for them to hurt anyone. Morrissey wishes he had died that day so that all of those things would apply to him.
First, there is no "US time"; there are nine time zones in the States.
Second, why would it be UK time? He lives in Italy.
Third, presuming you meant Rome and LA, why would Morrissey be incapable of subtracting - or, conversely, adding - nine from/to the time on one watch?
"The man with...
I thought Moz was sighing at Brand's insincerity:
"So you've got this thing, Years of Rufusal; are you happy about it?"
"I'm very, very happy, yes. I think it's fantastic recording. I think it's great"
"Mmm...I've heard it, it is really good..."
Because the 'uninformed' line is such a memorable one, I started thinking about who or what might have inspired it (well aware of Moz's tendency for pinching and pastiche). Anyway, the best I could come up with is Larkin's poem 'Church Going' (hands up - it's tenuous):
I will never understand Morrissey fans. Some of his most facile, trite and lazy lyrics are hailed as 'genius' and 'poetry', yet this is derided as an average lyric when it is so impressively inspired...
"Accattone you’ll be" - Pasolini's first film, therefore Morrissey's first love...