Friday, February 20, 2009

Lets get lyrical, lyrical: Morrissey - Come Back To Camden

There is something I wanted to tell you,
It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around,

And I remember that I am alone, Alone.

For evermore

The tile yard all along the railings,

Up a discoloured dark brown staircase

Here you'll find, despair and I,

Calling to you with what's left of my heart,

My heart,

For evermore

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames,
Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I,

And here is the very last plea from my heart

My heart.

For evermore,

Where taxi drivers never stop talking

Under slate grey Victorian sky,

Here you will find, despair and I

And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours,

For evermore

Your leg came to rest against mine,

Then you lounged with knees up and apart

And me and my heart, we knew,

We just knew,

For evermore

Where taxi drivers never stop talking,

Under slate grey Victorian sky

Here you'll find, my heart and I,

And still we say come back,

Come back to Camden

And I'll be good,

I'll be good,

I'll be good,

I'll be good

Some people like Morrissey because he's a poet apparently, although in this song he just suggested we should drink tea that tastes like the Thames (which last I check is a taste likened to a cross between a sweaty fat man's armpit and a sweaty fat man's bung hole). Others like him because he's got the coolest haircut in this side of the music business (step1 - buy hair gel, step 2 - pour all gel on to head).

I like him because he obviously likes guns. Only a man that's willing to use one would pose with one on an album cover.

Morrissey - Come Back to Camden (from You Are The Quarry)

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