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Saturday, February 12, 2011

It's time the tale were told of how Morrissey wrote a song and we made it our own. We made it our own.

Whether with The Smiths or solo, Morrissey has managed, over the last thirty years, to enchant me on a daily basis. My iPod is completely full of their catalog and even on shuffle, both The Smiths and the solo work comes up several times a day.



 That self-righteous homo makes me swoon, even still. Probably the nicest thing that Mr. Dustin has ever done for me (besides the whole making sure that we have a roof over our heads thing) was get tickets to see Morrissey when he came to Pittsburgh in 2009. Not only did I cry as soon as he walked on stage, but I also stood gape-mouthed during, "Death of a Disco Dancer," because I was positive that I had been taken back in time, and I was seeing a young, lithe, and maudlin Morrissey enchanting every person in the audience.

Whether it's the song that he personally sings about me, "You're the one for me, Fatty," or even the craptastic, "How Soon is Now?," Morrissey manages to make a private concert for me every day.

"Don't talk to me, no, about people who are nice. 'Cause I have spent my whole life in ruins because of people who are nice."

"So I ignore all the codes of the day. Let your juvenile impulses sway. This way and that way. God how sex implores you, to let yourself lose yourself."

"I was driving my car. I crashed and broke my spine. So yes, there are things worse in life than never being someone's sweetie."

"They who wish to hurt you work within the law. This world is so full of crashing bores."



When Dustin and I were dating or living together or whatever stage of our relationship we were in, we often talked about what song was "our song," and I feel like we've chosen a zillion.  

We connected very early with our mutual love for The Smiths. He is, of course, going to be super-embarassed for everyone to know that during our first makeout session you could hear "Strangeways, Here We Come."

It only seems fitting that a Smiths' song would stand out among the rest of "our songs."


There is a Light that Never Goes Out 
S. Morrissey and J. Marr

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

Take me home tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me home tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me home tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out

Happy Valentine's Day to my grumpiest Valentine...all the way ovah in the desert. xo.



P.S. I totally stole this from some genius on flickr.
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2 comments:

  1. Do you wear black on the outside 'cause black is how you feeeeel on the inside?

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  2. Super-embarassed? Nah. Just don't going blogging about our incident with David Lee Roth.

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