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I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means (of slender means)
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town

And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean
And when a train goes by

01-William, It Was Really Nothing
02-Nowhere Fast
03-What She Said
04-Hand In Glove
05-How Soon Is Now?
06-Stretch Out And Wait
07-That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore
08-Shakespeare's Sister

[Intro]
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home

HELLO
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
hung by his pretty white neck
some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
but I missed my bed
so I soon came home
they said:

Everyday you must say:
"So how do I feel about my life?"
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself?
I am sick and I am dull and I am plain
How dearly I'd love to get carried away
Oh but dreams have a knack of just not coming true

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You'd like to

Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone

I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many
Bad memories
Too many memories
There ...

BACK TO THE OLD HOUSE
(Morrissey and Marr)

I would rather not go
back to the old house
I would rather not go
back to the old house
there's too many

BARBARISM BEGINS AT HOME
(Morrissey & Marr)

Unruly boys
who will not grow up
must be taken in hand
Unruly girls
who will not settle down

Sweetness, sweetness i was only joking
When i said i'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, i was only joking
When i said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed

CEMETRY GATES
(Morrissey and Marr)

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates

CEMETRY GATES
(Morrissey and Marr)

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates

Ooh Glenn
don't come to the house tonight
Ooh Glenn
Ooh Glenn
don't come to the house tonight
Ooh Glenn
because there's somebody here
who really really loves you

The death of a disco dancer
Well, it happens a lot 'round here
And if you think Peace
Is a common goal
That goes to show
How little you know

The death of a disco dancer

Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position Ive held
it pays my way, but it corrodes my soul
I want to leave you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr Shankly, Im a sickening wreck
Ive got the 21st Century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me

GIRL AFRAID
(Morrissey and Marr)

Girl afraid
where do his intentions lay?
Or does he even have any?
She says:
"He never really looks at me

За пять лет существования The Smiths записали четыре полноценных альбома, 17 синглов и около 70 песен. На сцене и в студии они были безупречны; но в жизни плыли из одного кризиса в другой. По каким-то своим причинам у них не было постоянного менеджера, и все ложилось на плечи Джонни Марра; и когда постоянно приходится отрываться от создания шедевров, чтобы обсудить аренду фургона, это может привести к странному состоянию духа. К тому же Моррисси отказывался разговаривать с кем-либо, кроме Марра.
"Эта группа изначально была странной, на этом все и держалось" - говорит Марр; - "отношения между людьми были необычнее некуда. Всё, что происходило, было сверхинтенсивно и это придавало интенсивность музыке. Будь это не так, мы бы так не звучали".
Моррисси никогда не репетировал новые песни с группой. "Он просто сидел в студии и слушал, как мы играем. Если ему нравилось, он кивал головой и улыбался; если нет - вставал и уходил. Если ему совсем не нравилось, что делают бас с барабанами, он брал Джонни и выходил с ним из комнаты, а потом Джонни возращался и говорил с нами. Проблема в общении? Полная. Игра в угадайку - как сделать так, чтобы Моррисси был счастлив.
Мы записывали всю ритм-секцию и гитары, не имея представления - что он будет петь. И это было страшно интересно - что же он споет. И когда он в конце концов начинал петь, большую часть времени мы валялись на полу от хохота. Таков уж Моррисси - либо хохочешь, либо плачешь, его песни - либо комедия, либо трагедия; а чаще всего - либо и то, и другое одновременно".

GOLDEN LIGHTS
(Twinkle)

Golden lights displaying your name
golden lights it's a terrible shame
but oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE?
Boy in a million, idol, a big star

Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six long years
On your trail
Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us

Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon

All streets are crammed with things
eager to be held
I know what hands are four
and I'd like to help myself
you ask me the time
but I sense something more
and I would like to give you
what I think you are asking for

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but heaven knows I'm miserable now
I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
and heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
why do I give valuable time

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

I am the son and the heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth

Bought on stolen wine
A nod was the first step
You knew very well
What was coming next

Bought on stolen wine
A nod was the first step
You knew very well

Hate, love and war
Force emotions to the fore
But not for me, of course
Of course
I keep mine hidden
Oh ...

I keep mine hidden

The lanes were silent
With nothing or no one around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced
Three-word gesture
I started something
I forced you into a zone
And you were clearly

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology

Come round ...
'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face

I won't share you, no
I won't share you
With the drive
And ambition
The zeal I feel
This is my time

The note I wrote

JEANE
(Morrissey and Marr)

Jeane
the low-life has lost its appeal
and I'm tired of walking these streets
to a room with its cupboard bare

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope - but no harm
Just another false alarm
Last night I felt
Real arms around me
No hope - no harm
Just another false alarm

Heifer whines could be human cries
closer comes the screaming knife
this beautiful creature must die
this beautiful creature must die
a death for no reason
and death for reason is MURDER
and the flesh you so fancifully fry
is not succulent, tasty or nice

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I'll stay with mine

There's something against us
It's not time
It's not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

When you walk without ease
On these
Streets were you were raised
I had a really bad dream
It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days
I never, I'm alone, and I
Never, ever oh ... had no one ever

PAINT A VULGAR PICTURE
(Morrissey and Marr)

At the record company meeting
on their hands - a dead star
and ooh, the plans they weave
and ooh, the sickening greed

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But honey pie, you're not safe here

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want

Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state :
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"

And Sorrow's native son

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old

RUBBER RING
(Morrissey and Marr)

A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But don't forget the songs

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous, she is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing

Young bones groan, and the rocks below say
"Throw your skinny body down, son"
But I'm going to meet the one I love
So please don't stand in my way
Because I'm going to meet the one I love
No, mama, let me go
Young bones groan and the rocks below say
"Throw your white body down"

Is it wrong to want to live on your own?
No, it's not wrong, but I must know
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad?
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don't go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you

From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers

(Morrissey and Marr)

Recorded live at the National Ballroom, Kilburn in London, 23 October 1986

Morrissey — voice
Johnny Marr — guitars
Andy Rourke — the bass guitar
Mike Joyce — the drums

STOP ME IF YOU THINK YOU'VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE
(Morrissey and Marr)

Stop me, oh, stop me
stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
stop me, oh, stop me
stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
nothing's changed

STRETCH OUT AND WAIT
(Morrissey and Marr)

On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind?

Cabeça de Camurça

Por que você vem aqui?
E por que você fica rondando?
Eu sinto tanto
Eu sinto tanto
Por que você vem aqui
Quando sabe que isso torna as coisas difíceis para mim?

I decree today that life
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

SWEET AND TENDER HOOLIGAN
(Morrissey and Marr)

he was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
and he said that he'd never, never do it again
and of course he won't (oh, not until the next time)
he was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
and he swore that he'll never, never do it again

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me out tonight

Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Time's tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, I'm afraid
It doesn't make me smile

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me?
And if they don't believe me now

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE
(Morrissey - Marr)

Please don't cry
for the ghost and the storm outside
will not invade this sacred shrine
nor infiltrate your mind
my life down I shall lie

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

1. «The Queen Is Dead» 6:24
2. «Frankly, Mr. Shankly» 2:17
3. «I Know It's Over» 5:48
4. «Never Had No One Ever» 3:36
5. «Cemetry Gates» 2:39
6. «Bigmouth Strikes Again» 3:12
7. «The Boy with the Thorn in His Side» 3:15
8. «Vicar in a Tutu» 2:21

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
You took me behind a dis-used railway line
And said "I know a place where we can go
Where we are not known"
And then you gave me something that I won't forget too soon
But I can't believe that you'd ever care
And this is why you will never care
But these things take time

Punctured bicycle
on a hillside desolate
will Nature make a man of me yet?

When in this charming car
this charming man

Why pamper life's complexities

THIS NIGHT HAS OPENED MY EYES
(Morrissey and Marr)

In a river the colour of lead
immerse the baby's head
wrap her up in the News Of The World
dump her on a doorstep, girl
this night has opened my eyes

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)

I know I'm unloveable
You don't have to tell me
I don't have much in my life
But take it, it's yours
I don't have much in my life
But take it, it's yours

I know I'm unloveable

I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off
The roof of the Holy Name church
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
To set my eyes on the blistering sight
Of a vicar in a tutu
He's not strange
He just wants to live his life this way

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep ?
I hoarsely cry
Why ...

Well I wonder
Do you see me when we pass ?
I half die ...

All men have secrets and here is mine, so let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide, I think I can rely on you
And yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So, what difference does it make?
So, what difference does it make?
It makes none but now you have gone

What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed
That I'm dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, I'm ready !"
La-la-la ...

What she said was sad

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
this town has dragged you down
oh the rain falls hard on a humdrum town
this town has dragged you down

And everybody's got to live their life
and God knows I've got to live mine
God knows I've got to live mine

Here her head, she lay
Until she'd rise and say :
"I'm starved of mirth;
Let's go and trip a dwarf"

Oh, what to be done with her ?
Oh, what to be done with her ?
Oh ...

любовь к Вам сводит меня с ума.
люди говорят, что Вы родились для бездействия,
потому как однажды сказали Вы:
«дело – это только слово из четырёх букв».

так измените же свою жизнь!
есть так много всего, я знаю,
что мы могли бы сделать.

If you're wondering why
All the love that you long for eludes you
And the people are rude and cruel to you
I'll tell you why

You just haven't earned it yet, baby
You just haven't earned it, son
You just haven't earned it yet, baby

As merry as the days were long
I was right and you were wrong
Back at the old grey school
I would win and you would lose

But you've got everything now
You've got everything now
And what a terrible mess I've made of my life

1. Asleep
2. Bigmouth Strikes Again
3. Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
4. What Difference Does It Make
5. Rubber Ring
6. Well I Wonder
7. Pretty Girls Make Graves
8. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now