…love is just a…

Came across this: Morrisey’s 10 Best Lyrics on Twitter for #worldpoetryday. Just ten? Really. So I’m just going to type out the lyrics to Miserable Lie from the album sleeve here. Of course, I suggest listening to it as well, if you want to see why this song is great. Remember taking walks in your crappy town, dragging your feet, remember when people’s “rooms” were somewhere safe? All that’s gone but this still happens.

Miserable Lie, The Smiths, 1984

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

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

I know I need hardly say
how much I love your casual way
but please put your tongue away
a little higher and we're well away
the dark nights are drawing in
and your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
and "love" is just a miserable lie
you have destroyed my flower-like life
not once -- but twice
you have corrupt my innocent mind
not once -- but twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
it means: I'd like to see your underwear
I recognize that mystical air
it means: I'd like to seize your underwear
what do we get for our trouble and pain?
just a rented room in the Whalley Range
into the depth of the criminal world
I followed her. . .

I need advice, I need advice
because nobody ever looks at me twice

I'm just a country-mile behind 
the world

so take me when you go.