Moz

After an energetic morning, I embarked on a Morrissey listening marathon this afternoon. From his days with The Smiths to his occasionally mercurial solo career, the man is indisputably a musical genius (and "genius" is a term I do not toss about lightly). Whereas many artists lose a certain amount of the inspiration of "the hungry years" and drop into crevices of creature comfort and stability, even Morrissey's recent output shines as brightly as older classics like "Viva Hate," "Your Arsenal," and "Bona Drag." And few songwriters can turn a lyrical phrase quite as deftly as "The Moz"...

Ah, Morrissey, it's so good to still have you around.


You Have Killed Me

Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

Who am I that I come to be here...?

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you.

(From the album "Ringleader Of The Tormentors")