Does anyone treat Morrissey as their God? Literally?

dom

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Does anyone treat Morrissey as their God, quite literally? .. and his songs as their hymns (so to speak) and going to his gigs as like a church service (so to speak) ..

Is this either definitely the case . slightly the case .. or not at all

or maybe it's more a subconcious thing?

dom x
 
I remember when having a drunken night passing a joint around that I had this crack pot theory that Moz was god. And my absolute indisputable proof of this was that The Smiths was the old testament, and that solo was the new testament ... man I was wasted.
 
I remember when having a drunken night passing a joint around that I had this crack pot theory that Moz was god. And my absolute indisputable proof of this was that The Smiths was the old testament, and that solo was the new testament ... man I was wasted.

hahah, that sounds totally like the weed induced conclusions that come from smoking weed. LOL :)
 
Does anyone treat Morrissey as their God, quite literally? .. and his songs as their hymns (so to speak) and going to his gigs as like a church service (so to speak) ..

Is this either definitely the case . slightly the case .. or not at all

or maybe it's more a subconcious thing?

dom x

Don't you know the Psalm 23?
"The MORRISSEY is my shepherd, I shall not be in want"
 
Not even close.

He's a deeply-flawed individual who writes great songs, good songs, okay songs and bad songs.

He's perceptive, witty, intelligent, courageous and just plain fascinating.

But he can also be a bit of an arse sometimes.

In terms of his artistic output, there is nobody creating anything even remotely similar. There is no almost-Morrissey who you can turn to for comfort when the man himself has thrown a sicky.

A complete one-off.

He's more than we deserve.
 
If you had asked me this question back in 1984 I probably would've answered with a resounding YES. ;)

But now I won't even let the man read my journal. ;)
 
I think if all you have in your life is all consuming thoughts and worship to the exclusion of much else, for Morrissey or any other artist then you really do need to get a life.
 
It certainly seemed like some strange cult at the stage in Sheffield last friday. All those outstretched hands, me included. It was almost too much for me again. Now I'm a committed atheist but if Jesus could make me feel like Moz does I'd be the most zealous evangelist under the sun!
 
Didn't you hear? It's all about the church of Morrissology

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Didn't you hear? It's all about the church of Morrissology

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It is funny but weird.
 
Moz is my obsession
I shall not want to mingle.
He crushes me in strange theaters;
He leadeth me to whoop uncontrollably.
He restoreth my soul.
He cancels and reschedules and cancels again,
For his Throat's sake

Yea, though I run to the barrier in the shadow of security,
I will fear no bald dude;
For thou art ignoring me.
Thy Gucci and thy Commes des Garcons,
They comfort me.
Thou whips the cord and sneers,
And showeth me obscure music videos;
My debit card runneth over

Surely desperation and anxiety will follow me
All the nights of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Morrissey forever

Amen
 
Moz is my obsession
I shall not want to mingle.
He crushes me in strange theaters;
He leadeth me to whoop uncontrollably.
He restoreth my soul.
He cancels and reschedules and cancels again,
For his Throat's sake

Yea, though I run to the barrier in the shadow of security,
I will fear no bald dude;
For thou art ignoring me.
Thy Gucci and thy Commes des Garcons,
They comfort me.
Thou whips the cord and sneers,
And showeth me obscure music videos;
My debit card runneth over

Surely desperation and anxiety will follow me
All the nights of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Morrissey forever

Amen

HAHAHAHA.

:bow: :clap:
 
Moz is my obsession
I shall not want to mingle.
He crushes me in strange theaters;
He leadeth me to whoop uncontrollably.
He restoreth my soul.
He cancels and reschedules and cancels again,
For his Throat's sake

Yea, though I run to the barrier in the shadow of security,
I will fear no bald dude;
For thou art ignoring me.
Thy Gucci and thy Commes des Garcons,
They comfort me.
Thou whips the cord and sneers,
And showeth me obscure music videos;
My debit card runneth over

Surely desperation and anxiety will follow me
All the nights of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Morrissey forever

Amen

Absolute genius!! :thumb:
 
Moz is my obsession
I shall not want to mingle.
He crushes me in strange theaters;
He leadeth me to whoop uncontrollably.
He restoreth my soul.
He cancels and reschedules and cancels again,
For his Throat's sake

Yea, though I run to the barrier in the shadow of security,
I will fear no bald dude;
For thou art ignoring me.
Thy Gucci and thy Commes des Garcons,
They comfort me.
Thou whips the cord and sneers,
And showeth me obscure music videos;
My debit card runneth over

Surely desperation and anxiety will follow me
All the nights of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Morrissey forever

Amen

Oooooh. That's brilliant. I'm converted now :thumb::pray:
 
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