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<blockquote data-quote="DreamingofStew" data-source="post: 1987275286" data-attributes="member: 28121">For what it's worth, here's what Google-Translate makes of the article:This is true authorship: that for three decades someone who writes virtuoso lyrics and sings delightfully, but has never written music, has performed the songs of different, well: composers who all sound like him, so morrisseyesque.From the beginning of his solo career, the songs tended to turn into questionably bland, pretentious and rough, but it was always Morrissey. The flawless no longer succeeded because Johnny Marr no longer made music for him. After lean years and disturbing submissions, the troubadour, now generally recognized as irresponsible, has entered the late work phase, which means that it is absolutely free of fools, which is causing miraculous blooms.Last year “California Son” enchanted, an album with favorite songs that Morrissey naturally selected as idiosyncratically as interpreted: pieces by Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Jobriath. &quot;I Am Not A Dog On A Chain&quot; now has all unmistakable Morrissey melodies (somehow grandiose, somehow elegiac, somehow plaintive).But also the ancient beats of pet shop boys hits, brass movements, small piano interludes, an apart melodramatic duet with Thelma &quot;Don't Leave Me This Way&quot; Houston, a fiddle in &quot;Once I Saw The River Clean&quot;, the defiant replica of the hostility in &quot;I Am Not A Dog On A Chain&quot; (&quot;I use my own brain, I raise my voice &quot;), the tender and solemn art song&quot; The Truth About Ruth &quot;including opera soprano the lacing, the ominously sprawling, noisy, dragged-out, spread-sung “The Secret Of Music &quot;(&quot; Bomm-bomm-bomm, the drum &quot;), finally the cheesy swan song with children's choir, &quot;My Hurling Days Are Done&quot;: &quot;Time, no friend of mine / There's nowhere to run.&quot;The Morrissey lettering on the cover is finally beautifully artless and bulky. The famous chin is stretched. And Morrissey's face shines with delight.I like this sentence: &quot;After lean years and disturbing submissions, the troubadour, now generally recognized as irresponsible, has entered the late work phase, which means that it is absolutely free of fools, which is causing miraculous blooms.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="DreamingofStew, post: 1987275286, member: 28121"] For what it's worth, here's what Google-Translate makes of the article: [SIZE=18px][FONT=Times New Roman]This is true authorship: that for three decades someone who writes virtuoso lyrics and sings delightfully, but has never written music, has performed the songs of different, well: composers who all sound like him, so morrisseyesque. From the beginning of his solo career, the songs tended to turn into questionably bland, pretentious and rough, but it was always Morrissey. The flawless no longer succeeded because Johnny Marr no longer made music for him. After lean years and disturbing submissions, the troubadour, now generally recognized as irresponsible, has entered the late work phase, which means that it is absolutely free of fools, which is causing miraculous blooms. Last year “California Son” enchanted, an album with favorite songs that Morrissey naturally selected as idiosyncratically as interpreted: pieces by Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Jobriath. "I Am Not A Dog On A Chain" now has all unmistakable Morrissey melodies (somehow grandiose, somehow elegiac, somehow plaintive). But also the ancient beats of pet shop boys hits, brass movements, small piano interludes, an apart melodramatic duet with Thelma "Don't Leave Me This Way" Houston, a fiddle in "Once I Saw The River Clean", the defiant replica of the hostility in "I Am Not A Dog On A Chain" ("I use my own brain, I raise my voice "), the tender and solemn art song" The Truth About Ruth "including opera soprano the lacing, the ominously sprawling, noisy, dragged-out, spread-sung “The Secret Of Music "(" Bomm-bomm-bomm, the drum "), finally the cheesy swan song with children's choir, "My Hurling Days Are Done": "Time, no friend of mine / There's nowhere to run." The Morrissey lettering on the cover is finally beautifully artless and bulky. The famous chin is stretched. And Morrissey's face shines with delight.[/FONT][/SIZE] I like this sentence: "After lean years and disturbing submissions, the troubadour, now generally recognized as irresponsible, has entered the late work phase, which means that it is absolutely free of fools, which is causing miraculous blooms." [/QUOTE]

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