Strangely heart-tugging for a wee singalong.
Maybe it's making me imagine him all alone at those gigs when he was 12, staring at the stage, yet to be disillusioned.
I think most people/fans don’t (or don’t care to) put themselves in Morrissey’s shoes and try to understand why he does the cover songs he does. I imagine the 12 year old Morrissey dreaming enraptured as he sits cross legged between his stereo speakers
listening to the strange cosmic warbling voice and music of T Rex in his room. And what is he dreaming of? maybe that one day he too will ride the white swan of stardom, just to be on stage singing his own words, and sharing his created world with others out there that may feel the same way he does.
These weirdos on plastic, gave him hope that there just might be a reason for him to stick around.
‘Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man?
What's it like to be a loon (alone)
I liken it to a balloon
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself into the tomb
But then again
Once more.. ‘
reincarnation, baby.
