Альбом Morrissey

We're really missing you
We're really missing you
Oh, and you've only just gone

Oh, well, you punched and fell
Then you felt embarrassed
My heart goes out to you
So I offered love
And it was not required
Oh, what else can I do ?
What else can I do ?

We're really missing you
We're really missing you
And you've only just gone

So, Sunny, send at least one thoughtful letter
My heart goes out to you
Tell us all how things are so much better
My heart, it left with you
What else can I do ?

Oh, they're not forgiving you
And you're not even wrong

Oh, with your jean belt wrapped around your arm
Oh, Sunny, my heart goes out to you
And with a needle pressed onto tight skin
Sunny, I cry when I see where it's taken you

Aah ...
I'm here, I won't move
Aah ...
I'm here, I won't move
Aah ...
I'm here, I will not move

I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Where the men and the women
Are acquainted quite well

And the drunkards keep on drinking
And oh, my room is cold
I'm disputing the bill
I will sleep in my clothes

And you, my invalid friend
You slam the receiver when you say
"If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away"

I'm calling you from the foyer
Of this awful hotel
Where the slime and the grime
Gel

And I cannot - or, I do not
And oh, my room is cold
And I'm envying you never having to choose

And you, my invalid friend
You slam the receiver when you say
"If I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away"

I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
It's not low-life, it's just people
Having a good time
And oh, my invalid friend
Oh, my invalid friend
In our different ways we are

I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was ... oh
I was dancing when I was ... oh
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon ?
Is it strange to dance so soon ?

Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man ?
What's it like to be a loon ?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh ...

I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon ?
Is it strange to dance so soon ?

Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man ?
What's it like to be a loon ?
I liken it to a balloon

Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake

All in all, imagine this :
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face

Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress won't make much difference to us

Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless

Oh ...
I have been smashed again
With the men from the
Old Valhalla Road Crematorium
Boring men with the same old patter

I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
And I don't know why I held out
So long for me and you

Until he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew

Then I was wrecked again
With the men full of bluff and ardour
From a well-known funeral parlour

I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
Older and wiser
Never applies to me

And so he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew

Aah ...
Oh ...

You have been telling me
That I have been
Acting childish
Foolish, ghoulish and childish
Oh, I know, I know, I know !
I know, I know, I know
But I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind

Ah ...
I don't mind

All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow
And I can see through everybo...
With no reason
To hide these words I feel
And no reason
To talk about the books I read
But still I do

That's 'cause I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town

Along this way
Outside the prison gates
I love the romance of crime
And I wonder
Does anybody feel the way I do ?
And is evil just something you are
Or something you do ?

Sister I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town

All over this town
They pull over
In their Citroen vans
Not to shake your hand
With meths on their breaths
And you with youth on your side
A plastic bag stranded at the lights
This once was me ...

But now I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town ...
Oh, oh, oh
All over this town
All over this town
Oh ...

Black-eyed Susan
You make us nervous
Because we're very aware that you do not care

Oh, Black-eyed Susan
What don't you believe in ?
"No is always easier than Yes"
Whoo !

Black-eyed Susan
You must insist :
You are a born-again atheist, oh

Oh, heavy-rings on
Bitten fingers
Black-eyed Susan sometimes
Shakes to break
So, watch it

Oh ...
Black-eyed Susan
Rest and do nothing
'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan
Rest and do nothing
'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan
Rest and do nothing
'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan
Please remember
We were the first
We were the first

Michael's bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
Oh ...

He was just somebody's luckless son
Oh, but now look what he's done
Oh, look what he's done

Your gentle hands are frozen
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless
And no one was mad about you

Michael's bones
Were very young
But they were never to know
Oh ...
Impetuous fun
Mr. Policeman
I don't know where you get such notions from

His gentle hands are frozen
And his unkissed lips are blue
But his eyes still cry

And now you've turned the last bend
And see - are we all judged the same at the end?
Tell me, tell me

Oh, you lucky thing
You are too brave
And I'm ashamed of myself
As usual

Again
I lay awake
and I cried because of waste

I'd love to
(But only with you
Only with you)

Oh, time is gonna wipe us out
There, I've said it loud and clear
So that you will hear
There's no one in view
Just you
Just you
And time will never wipe you out

Now I've had enough
I've had more than could be
My rightful share
Of nights I can't bear
How can it be fair ?
Time must wipe them out

So, again, I lay awake
In a trance
Oh, I just want my chance
But only with you
Only with you
That's all
That's all

You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side
Reader, meet Author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says "No-one ever sees me when I cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away, because you're that type
And the year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?

So safely with your software, miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things

Pashernate love
In any form
Whether real or a dream

Pashernate love
Could make your system erupt
Into wild blisters and boils

Oh, as for me
It still doesn't understand me
It wouldn't lay one single finger on me

Pashernate love
Could make your Grandmother zoom
Roller-skating back from the grave

Pashernate love
Could make your old Daddy feel
Like he may have a reason to live

Oh, as for me
It still doesn't understand me
And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me

I'm always there
It's always elsewhere

Whoah, Pashernate love
Oh, where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?
Where are you ?

How many times have I been around ?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well, she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
Without my contribution

So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Page after page of sniping rage
An English singe or an American tinge
"There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year"
(It's never in this year)

I do think this, but I can't admit it
To the Girl Least Likely To
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong ...
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as I am again

And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of Those Least Likely To
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29

And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
To the Girl Least Likely To
Oh, one more song about The Queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
"But somebody's got to make it !" she screams
"So why why can't it be me ?"
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt

So how many times will I shed a tear ?
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing I can say
So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
On everything (except their own life)
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation - it drains me
If only there could be a way

There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and I'll meet you ?
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
Oh darling, it's all for you...
Darling, it's all for you ...
Oh darling, it's all for you ...

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 presume 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

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

I'm standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart
I've changed my plea
I've changed my plea to guilty
Because freedom is wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game

Outside there is a pain
Emotional air raids exhausted my heart
And it's safer to be inside
So, I'm changing my plea
And no one can dissuade me
Because freedom was wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game

Something I have learned
If there is one thing in life I've observed
It's that everybody's got somebody
Ooh no, not me
So I've changed my plea to guilty
And reason and freedom is a waste

He's just too good-natured and
He's got too much money and
He's got too many girlfriends
I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends
He thinks he owns this city
He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
Stood at the urinal
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
And I'm gonna ... kill him !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh ....

Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking, and
And, and ...
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh

Losing in front of your home crowd
You wish the ground
Would open up and take you down
And will time never pass ?
Will time never pass for us ?

Your weary wife is walking away
Your nephew is true
Well, he thinks the world of you
And I have to close my eyes
Oh ...

Losing in front of your home town
The crowd call your name
They love you all the same
The sound, the smell, and the spray
You will take them all away
And they'll stay
Till the grave

Your weary wife is walking away
Your nephew, is true
Well, he thinks the world of you
And I have to close my eyes
Oh ...

Losing in your home town
Hell is the bell
That will not ring again
You will return one day
Because of all the things that you see
When your eyes close

Your weary wife - walking away
Your nephew, it's true
He still thinks the world of you
And I have to dry my eyes