Morrissey, 2019. He is oh so wrong:
Why do you come here?
And why, why do you hang around?
I’m so sorry, oh 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?
And why send me silly notes?
I’m so sorry, oh, I’m so sorry
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
Morrissey, he’s oh so wrong, 2019:
I still love this song (and this live performance in particular), but there is going to come a point soon when I hear it and think ‘Farage’, when I hear it and I think ‘Yaxley-Lennon’, when I hear it and I think “a boot stamping on a human face – for ever”, and I will no longer. Maybe I will still love it – after all, it is largely for the audience and the performance that I love it now. I certainly hope so. It is heartbreaking to have moments this special, so magical eroded so callously.
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