"Knockabout World" released on YouTube / streaming platforms (Feb. 21, 2020)

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Verso

Well-Known Member
Remember the passionate, stream-of-conscious overflow of Maladjusted? All the words just pouring out of him?

I want to start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "Be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes
(But wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not?
As the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around
SW6 - with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
...As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse :
"Oh Christ, another stifled
Friday night!"
And the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know?
When the gulf between
All the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy
Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you


Morrissey needs to sit down and WRITE. Not just lazily ad-lib this shit in the studio and call it a day. The complaint used to be that Morrissey's band sucked but his lyrics were still great. Who could have predicted that within a decade it would be the other way around?
 
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Anonymous

Guest
Remember the passionate, stream-of-conscious overflow of Maladjusted? All the words just pouring out of him?

I want to start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "Be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes
(But wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not?
As the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around
SW6 - with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
...As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse :
"Oh Christ, another stifled
Friday night!"
And the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know?
When the gulf between
All the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy
Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you


Morrissey needs to sit down and WRITE. Not just lazily ad-lib this shit in the studio and call it a day. The complaint used to be that Morrissey's band sucked but his lyrics were still great. Who could have predicted that within a decade it would be the other way around?
That is indeed a sensational song...lyrics & gloomy music combined.
 

joe frady

Vile Refusenik
Remember the passionate, stream-of-conscious overflow of Maladjusted? All the words just pouring out of him?

I want to start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "Be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes
(But wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not?
As the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around
SW6 - with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
...As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse :
"Oh Christ, another stifled
Friday night!"
And the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know?
When the gulf between
All the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy
Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you


Morrissey needs to sit down and WRITE. Not just lazily ad-lib this shit in the studio and call it a day. The complaint used to be that Morrissey's band sucked but his lyrics were still great. Who could have predicted that within a decade it would be the other way around?
Yes, we do remember. And "Late Night, Maudlin Street", "The Queen is Dead", at al. Lyrical epics.
Or even shorter, but still lyrically complex and dense works of wordsmithery.

Given that he was the man responsible for such a plethora of genius lyrics, over several decades, {and avoiding the notion that one might just choose to say Thanks for the sublime memories, but í am tuning out now}, í cannot come to any other conclusion than that Morrissey, as a thinking artist, has chosen to write in this way now.
He has done the other style {some say to death} and taken it to the greatest heights of the artform.
í believe that he has made the choice now to foreground his voice, and the intimate & complex intricacies of pop singing, over & above the words that he writes.

"Maladjusted", a song í worship, is not an especially great vocal. It has a powerful, narcotised, seething tension to it, but not a whole lot of beauty. "Late Night, Maudlin Street" is little more than Northern recitation of a mesmerising tale.
Morrissey's voice latterly has matured in to a thing of rare and subtle beauty.
That's his bag now, and he seems more than happy sitting in it.

.
 

Lawrence

Back in the day browser (since November 1997)
Morrissey returns to the 1980's. But this time, he's on the side of those The Smiths were meant to challenge and replace. Wild (almost!) Why do I hear Blancmange, Yazoo and Howard Jones, yet nothing new signposting the future? Better than 'Bobby.' Less repetitive than 'Love Is...' perhaps. But still you sense an opportunity lost. A chance missed to say something definitive. Oh well. The neon set will like clutch it to their bosoms at a 'Tron' re-enactment night, somewhere in Billericay.
 
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SweetnTenderYorkshireman

Well-Known Member
Remember the passionate, stream-of-conscious overflow of Maladjusted? All the words just pouring out of him?

I want to start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "Be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via Parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes
(But wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not?
As the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around
SW6 - with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
...As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse :
"Oh Christ, another stifled
Friday night!"
And the Fulham Road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know?
When the gulf between
All the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy
Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you


Morrissey needs to sit down and WRITE. Not just lazily ad-lib this shit in the studio and call it a day. The complaint used to be that Morrissey's band sucked but his lyrics were still great. Who could have predicted that within a decade it would be the other way around?
maladjusted is the opening to the book that never was, one of my favourite Morrissey songs ever, a fantastic lyrical effort backed by ominous, thundering music, would love to see it return to live shows.
 

marred

Member
No, out of the 3, I like this one. Don't like Bobby due to those backing vocals, Love is ok but this ones good.
Yeah I found her vocals violently jarring at first but I've softened on them. Love is good but it's the second half of the song that's the best part so I find myself waiting for the first part to be over. Love the guitar bit in this latest track although it's brief and reminds me of Interesting Drug.
 
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Anonymous

Guest
A video for those in the us (unofficial) video.

morrissey - knockabout world

I know people love the smiths and the old times video but for once I’d love to see an unofficial video with modern footage and things like sunshine
 

gordyboy9

GAME OF DEATH.
Morrissey returns to the 1980's. But this time, he's on the side of those The Smiths were meant to challenge and replace. Wild (almost!) Why do I hear Blancmange, Yazoo and Howard Jones, yet nothing new signposting the future? Better than 'Bobby.' Less repetitive than 'Love Is...' perhaps. But still you sense an opportunity lost. A chance missed to say something definitive. Oh well. The neon set will like clutch it to their bosoms at a 'Tron' re-enactment night, somewhere in Billericay.
I had blancmange in my head earlier,definitely yazoo,a bit of strawberry switchblade,even a bit of heaven 17.
 

Lawrence

Back in the day browser (since November 1997)
You can imagine this on 'Top Of The Pops' being introduced by John Peel and Mike Smith circa 1982. Harmless fluff for someone always known to have been polarizing from the get-go.
 

ACTON

Don't Leave Us In The Dark
I’m enjoying it more after a few listens.
As I was saying, this song may be just
what the album needs as far as it’s place between the other songs.

We’ll see. :)
You could be right. When a new song is released I'll listen to it, but I almost wish he didn't release songs and just let the album come out. Sometimes the whole is more than a sum of its parts.
 
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