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Morrissey
Morrissey


Background information
Birth name Steven Patrick Morrissey
Born May 22, 1959
Born place Davyhulme, Lancashire, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Post-punk
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Decca Music Group
Sanctuary Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
Sire Records
Lost Highway Records
Associated acts The Smiths
Ed Banger and the Nosebleeds
Slaughter & The Dogs
Website Website



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Morrissey Album


Greatest Hits (02/11/2008)
02/11/2008
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That's How People Grow Up (previously unreleased)
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All You Need Is Me (previously unreleased)
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You have never been in love, Until you have seen the stars, reflect in the
reservoirs
And you have never been in love, Until you have seen the dawn rise, behind the
home for the blind

We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Oh my
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Oh my

You have never been in love, Until you've seen the sunlight thrown, Over smashed
human bone

We are the pretty, petty thieves, And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time, the first of the gang to die, Such a silly boy
Hector was the first of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the bullet in his gullet and the first lost lad to go under the sod

And he stole from the rich and the poor and not very rich and the very poor
And he stole our hearts away
He stole our hearts away, He stole our hearts away

. . .



Armed with wealth
And the best of health
In the future when all's well

I will lie down
And be counted
In the future when all's well

Oooh!

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart

Please, please, stand up and defend me
In the future when all's well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all's well

Every day I play
A sad game called:
"In the future when all's well"

Living longer than
I had intended
Something must have gone right

Oooh!

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart

Please, please, stand up and defend me
In the future when all's well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all's well

Hold me closely
If you will allows it
In the future when all's well

??? 'til I can barely stand it

The future is ended by
A long, long sleep
The future is ended by
A long, long sleep

. . .



Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Because soon I will be dead
Let's face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don't care anything

Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Let's face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don't care anything
And I just want to
I want to see this boy happy

. . .



Irish blood, English heart, This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me

I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, Racist or partial

Irish blood, English heart, This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied

I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labour, And Tories
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him

. . .



Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Who am I that I come to be here...?

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you

. . .


I was wasting my time
Trying to fall in love
Disappointment came to me and
Booted me and bruised and hurt me

But that's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

I was wasting my time
Looking for love
Someone must look at me
and see their sunlit dream

I was wasting my time
Praying1 for love
For the love that never comes from
Someone who does not exist and2

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

Let me live before I die
Oh, not me, not I

I was wasting my life
Always thinking about myself
Someone on the deathbed said
"There are other sorrows too"

I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
So yes, there are things worse in life than
Never being someone's sweetie

That's how people grow up
That's how people grow up

As for me I'm ok
For now anyway

. . .



Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me

. . .


(Patti Smith cover)

Let it be known
Dreaming hotel
We just had a quarrel
I sent you away
I was looking for you
are you gone, gone
Called you on the phone
But there was no answer
Will you never return?
Will you never want me?
I was looking for you
Are you gone, gone?

Down by the ocean
It was so dismal
Women all standing
With shock on their faces
Sad description
Oh, I was looking for you

Everyone was singing
Girl is washed up
On Redondo Beach
And everyone is so sad
I was looking for you
Are you gone, gone?

Hey little girl
Everyone cried
How she was the victim of suicide
I was looking for you
Are you gone, gone?

Down by the ocean
It was so dismal
Women all standing
With shock on their faces
Sad description
Oh, I was looking for you

Desk clerk told me
A girl is washed up
Was small, an angel
With apple blond hair now
I was looking for you
are you gone, gone?

Picked up my key
And I didn’t reply
I just went into my room
And I started to cry
It was morning, angel
Are you gone, gone?

Down by the ocean
It was so dismal
I was just standing
With shock on my face though
The hearse pulled away
And the girl that had died it was you
You’ll never return
Into my arms
You’ll never return
Into my arms
You’ll never return
Into my arms
'Cause you’re gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone

. . .



Why do you come here ?
And why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? (Hmm...)
And why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"It was just to see, just to see"
(All the things you knew I'd written about you...)
Oh, so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened now

Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
It was a good lay

. . .



The youngest was the most loved
The youngest was the shielded
We kept him from the world's glare
And he turned into a killer
Retroussé nose
Turned up and mischievous
Forget-me-not eyes that cried if we ever left his side
There is no such thing in life as normal
There is no such thing in life as normal
The youngest was the most loved
The youngest was the cherub
A small boy from a poor house
Who turned into a killer
A blushed rose if he had to say 'hello'
A lopsided grin strained to keep the shyness in
There is no such thing in life as normal
There is no such thing in life as normal
The youngest was the most loved
The youngest was the cherub
The look was all before him
With a lovely wife beside him
The youngest was the most loved
The youngest was the cherub
We kept him from the world's glare
And he turned into a killer
There is no such thing in life as normal

. . .



Dear hero imprisoned
With all the new crimes that you are perfecting
Oh, I can't help quoting you
Because everything that you said rings true
And now in my cell
(Well, I followed you)
And here's a list of who I slew

Reggie Kray - do you know my name ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) I am :

The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys
And in my cell
(Well, I loved you)
And every man with a job to do
Ronnie Kray - do you know my face ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) I am :

The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys

In our lifetime those who kill
The newsworld hands them stardom
And these are the ways
On which I was raised
These are the ways
On which I was raised

I never wanted to kill
I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL
Such things I do
Just to make myself
More attractive to you
HAVE I FAILED ?

Oh... .

Oh, the last of the famous
International playboys

. . .



The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You're wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You're wasting your time

I will be
In the bar
With my head
On the bar
I am now
A central part
Of your mind's landscape
Whether you care
Or do not
Yeah, I've made up your mind

The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You're wasting your time
The more you ignore me
The closer I get
You're wasting your time

Beware !
I bear more grudges
Than lonely high court judges
When you sleep
I will creep
Into your thoughts
Like a bad debt
That you can't pay
Take the easy way
And give in
Yeah, and let me in
Oh, let me in
Oh let me ...
Oh, let me in
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
IT'S WAR
WAR
WAR
WAR
WAR
Oh, let me in
Ah, the closer I get
Ah, you're asking for it
Ah, the closer I get

. . .


You hiss and groan
and you constantly moan
but you don't ever go away.
That's because all you need is me.

You roll your eyes
up to the skies
one more time
but you're still here
cos all you need is me

There's so much destruction
all over the world,
and all you can do is complain about me.

You bang your head against the wall
and say you're sick of it all
yet, you remain here
because all you need is me

and then you offer your
one and only joke
and ask me
"what will I be, when I grow up to be a man"?

NOTHING

There's a soft voice
singing in your head
Who could this be?
I do believe it's me

There's a naked man standing
laughing in your dreams.
You know who it is,
but you don't like what it means.

There's so much destruction
all over the world
and all you can do is complain about me.

I was a small fat child
in a council house
there was only one thing
I ever dreamed about
fate has just handed it to me

AT LAST

You don't like me but you love me;
either way you're wrong.
You're gonna miss me when i'm gone,
you're gonna miss me when i'm gone

You don't like me but you love me;
either way you're wrong.
You're gonna miss me when i'm gone,
you're gonna miss me when i'm gone

. . .



There's a place in the sun, For anyone who has the will to chase one
And I think I've found mine, Yes, I do believe I have found mine, so

Close your eyes, And think of someone, You physically admire
And let me kiss you, Let me kiss you

I've zig-zagged all over America, And I cannot find a safety haven
Say, would you let me cry, On your shoulder
I've heard that you'll will try anything twice

Close your eyes, And think of someone, You physically admire,
And let me kiss you, Let me kiss you

But then you open your eyes, And you see someone, That you physically despise
But my heart is open

. . .



I was a good kid, I wouldn't do you no harm, I was a nice kid, With a nice paper
round
Forgive me any pain, I may have brung to you, With God's help I know, I'll
always be near to you

But Jesus hurt me, When he deserted me, but, I have forgiven you Jesus
For all the desire, You placed in me when there's nothing I can do with this
desire

I was a good kid, Through hail and snow, I'd go just to moon you, I carried my
heart in my hand
Do you understand, Do you understand

But Jesus hurt me, When he deserted me, but, I have forgiven you Jesus
For all of the love, You placed in me when there's no one I can turn to with
this love

Monday - humiliation, Tuesday - suffocation, Wednesday - condescension, Thursday
- is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me, By Friday life has killed me, Oh pretty one, Oh
pretty one

Why did you give me so much desire, When there is nowhere I can go to offload
this desire?
And why did you give me so much love in a loveless world, When there is no one I
can turn to
To unlock all this love?
And why did you stick in self deprecating bones and skin?, Jesus do you hate me?
Why did you stick in self deprecating bones and skin?
Do you hate me?, Do you hate me?, Do you hate me?, Do you hate me?, Do you hate

. . .


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