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Like the soar at the end, as others have remarked. The vocal melody puts me in mind of the ending to Lost. The musical interlude with the hollow, rasping guitar makes me feel a nauseous yearning for home.
You know, there are several nuances between the sheer stupidity that makes up so much of LIHS and “slick old man borefest”.
I'm finding I'm doing the same!You know I have never taken to the song, but with all the nice words shared by everyone - I will listen again with a renewed intensity!
Who’s David Hoyle? 😬I mean perhaps... but I love it !!!
And him and David Hoyle in a video.... damn him for being awkward when then that thing of beauty was made.
Who’s David Hoyle? 😬
Thank you kindly! That was an interesting read.Here's a good piece about it...
I for one do think it’s something he would have said 20 years prior, he’s always had that bit of cheeky “carry on” humour which has mixed results when paired with such emotive vulnerability - “some girls” “dear god, please help me” “Alsatian cousin”For me, it is a song that captures the soul sound of the older Morrissey brilliantly.
He still sings about not belonging to anyone or anywhere, but he would not have used a phrase like “wrap your legs around my face just to greet me” 20 years ago.
I feels like a thunderstorm building up, and then exploding in the final par. Hear the strength and power of his voice as he reaches the closing line “How many times I saved myself?” and hits the high notes. It gets me every time.
Let me get my hands on your mammary glands.I for one do think it’s something he would have said 20 years prior, he’s always had that bit of cheeky “carry on” humour which has mixed results when paired with such emotive vulnerability - “some girls” “dear god, please help me” “Alsatian cousin”
I see both your points. I just felt he was unusually explicit and specific about the type of sex in "Home".Let me get my hands on your mammary glands.