#the smiths lyrics

[astrangerlately]

[lunixiscool]

I bet Todd Anderson knows how Joan of Arc felt

[holdy-caulfield]

To be honest lyrics to Cemetry Gates are kinda hilarious. Like, it begins pretty poetic and nice, paints a gothic picture of Morrissey with his date walking around the graves, thinking about life & death, so, it’s consistent, but then Morissey starts ranting about plagiarism.

[sk8thatsk8edaway]

and now I know how joan of arc felt

now I know how joan of arc felt

as the flames rose to her roman nose

and her walkman started to melt

References used-

*Translation at bottom: I am not afraid* (a quote from the real woman which lemme be real in all of the depictions and illustrations of her may not be accurate, but theyre all so pretty)

[jallentine]

I would love to go back to the old house,

but I never will.

I never will.

[lucalyrics]

[soapgraves]

I am the Son and Heir, of Nothing in Particular.

[gergelyoravecz]

The Smiths: What She Said What she said: "How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead and decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready!"

What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy

What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had

What she read, all heady books She'd sit and prophesise It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes

What she read, all heady books She'd sit and prophesise It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really, really open her eyes

What she said: "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said: "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an early death And I need to cling to something!" -> Instagram

[bambi-angelic]

I was looking for a job and then I found a job ☆꧂♱

ᯓ☆ and heaven knows I'm miserable now!!

[prettygirlmkegrqves]

the smiths – stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before 🩷🎂🎠🗝

[urban-swan]

“ℋℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓈 𝐼’𝓂 𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓌.”

[astrangerlately]

[daisysmagicalmysterymix]

Smiths - Hic Dulcis Vir [1984 CE]

Duo orbes punctione, In colle desolati, Naturane me virum faciet adhuc?

Cum in dulce carro, Hic dulcis vir…

Cur indulges ambagibus vitis, Cum corium leve sensum, In sedes viatoris est?

Domum hac nocte relinquam, Sed vestitum gerere non habeo, Hic dixit "Horribilis esse, Ut aliqui pulcherrimus provideat"

Ecce! Superbus puer in cella penaria, Qui numquam locum eius scivit, Dixit "Remitte anulo" Scit multum de his rebus, Scit multum de his rebus…

Domum hac nocte relinquam, Sed vestitum gerere non habeo, Hic dixit "Horribilis esse, Ut aliqui pulcherrimus provideat"

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, hic dulcis vir, Oh, na-na, na-na, na-na, hic dulcis vir…

Ecce! Superbus puer in cella penaria, Qui numquam locum eius scivit, Dixit "Remitte anulo" Scit multum de his rebus, Scit multum de his rebus, Scit multum de his rebus…

[belog-grada-crna-princeza]

And you even spoke to me, and said : "If you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight ? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very good-looking Why do you sleep alone tonight ? I know...

… 'Cause tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms..." It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind Over, over, over, over

… It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind Over, over Love is natural and real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is natural and real But not for such as you and I, my love

… Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

-I know it's over, The Smiths

[punhetamaistriste]

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me

I listen to the instrumental part with a fateful lyrical sequence with attention. I share with Morrissey the feeling. Tell me: how long before the right one?

I'm listening a lot Smiths recently. Have I told here before that Morrissey was my first celebrity crush and that I secretly defend that all Smiths fans are actually in love with him? No, don't mention love -- that's another song.

Yesterday I was at a party. Some of my college friends were there, but not the ones I wanted to kiss. I got home at the very end (the party was fun) and played Strangeways, Here We Come on my speakers the whole afternoon. I had things to do today. Go to church. Write on my diary. Flirt with someone. Didn't do shit.

My ex-girlfriend called me. Stop me if you think you've heard this one before. I said it'll pass, everyday she'll love me slightly less until there's nothing at all. Would I lie?

Last night I felt real arms around me. No hope, no harm, just another false alarm. I miss being loved by my mother in the safety of my home, being loved by my friends who got me up, loved by my partner, by my dogs. I miss being cared about. I feel so alone I want to scream. Tomorrow I start taking lithium, and I'll go from unloved to unlovable. Hand shaking and a metallic mouth taste. No more marijuana. I should've kissed people at this party of mine. Now it will be impossible. I'm terrified by my manic depression. Was it Van Gogh's insanity as well? I can't remember. I used to think it was kitsch. Now I think it's shit.

I think fucking Moz in the 80s would be my teenage dream. I'm glad I grew up.

[mimidiann]

oh and I meant to