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Monday December 27, 04

Interpretations anyone?

07:11 PM

Jack The Ripper

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don't care if it's late
And you don't care if you're lost
And oh, you look so tired
(But tonight you presumed too much)
Too much, too much
And if it's the last
Thing I ever do
I'M GONNA GET YOU

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you

And no one knows a thing about my life
I can come and go as I please
And if I want to, I can stay
Oh, or if I want to, I can leave
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Oh, oh
Nobody knows me
Oh, oh
Nobody knows me
Oh, oh
Nobody knows me
Oh

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  • Wanker!
    Anonymous -- Monday December 27 2004, @09:33PM (#145168)
  • yeah ok i heard moz has an interest in serial killers and that of such...
    so I think he means what the song is entitled its a story of the man/woman that did the murders and its like a love song from their point of view-
    a truly artsy thing coming from moz...
    a bullied child -- Saturday January 01 2005, @12:50AM (#145505)
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    FAMOUS WHEN published, in other words, WHEN DEAD.
  • Hey rb! Happy New Year... I didn't want to post until I finally found the picture I wanted to put with this post -- a really cool "Jack the Ripper" illustration/interpretation. I don't know who it's by, though.

    Now, as far as interpretation goes... This song, like so many of Moz's songs, can be interpreted two radically differing ways.
    The first interpretation could be the more 'literal' one. Taking into account the title, one could interpret this song as being 'in the spirit of' or coming from the actual Whitechapel Jack the Ripper. It could be almost as if the song is being sung from his point of view; as we all know, he targeted and killed prostitutes: "your face is as mean as your life has been," "I know a place where no one is likely to pass..." The list goes on and on with parallels between the actual Jack the Ripper and the song.

    Now, for MY interpretation? (I KNOW you were just holding your breath, here...) I think it is, ahem, a love song. Really. Love, in the truest sense, if I dare say so, can truly turn into an obsessive thing, a goal, a preoccupation: "...and if it's the last thing I ever do, I'm gonna get you" and so on and so on.

    Now, we KNOW ole Moz doesn't obsess over anything, right? Not the New York Dolls, James Dean, or Wilde, right? Hee hee... but you get my point. Morrissey knows as well as the rest of us how that all-consuming obsessive love feels. Heck, it's part of the reason we all love him -- he's real. He knows. I think "Jack the Ripper" is one of the most perfect examples of just how well Moz DOES know -- too well, maybe, for his sake -- how life really is.

    Ah, Moz beauty. By the way, "Jack the Ripper" is one of my two favorites on "My Early Burglary Years," along with "Sunny."

    Rb, I logged another entry in my ole journal. Don't know how uplifting it is, though, ha -- but it may explain why I've been a bit lax in replying, etc. Every time I come on here I think about replying to your journal, and then I get sucked into that god-forsaken message board or somewhere else defending myself against phantoms! Oh, well, no more, rb -- new year, new, uh... I don't know, really, but I'll think of something! ;)
    swedo78 <[email protected]> -- Saturday January 01 2005, @04:23AM (#145511)
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    She said, "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing," and I said, "that's nothing, you should hear me play piano..."


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