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His work with The Smiths hasn’t been equalled up ‘til now. That goes for the composition of the songs, the lyrics and the performance. What Johnny Marr and he did was fabulous, nobody can beat that. If I’d ever start a rockband, I’d want to approximate that level. I prefer working solo. Although my songs are created in many different ways, I am the constant factor. Morrissey needs a partner because he can’t play the guitar himself, but I can sing and play guitar.
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Jul 31, 2014 / 26 notes

Kick the bride down the aisle

and make no mistake It’s the best you can do for everyone’s sake

kick the bride down the aisle and treasure the day I know so much more than I’m willing to say

She just wants a slave to break his back in pursuit of a living wage so that she can laze and graze for the rest of her days write down every word I say

Kick the bride down the aisle in a mudslide of gloom she’ll order you to tidy your room

kick the bride down the aisle look at that cow in the field it knows more than your bride knows now

she just wants a slave to break his back in pursuit of a living wage so that she can laze and graze for the rest of her days Write down every word I say

You’re that stretch of the beach that the tide doesn’t reach no meaning, no reason the lonely season

Kick the bride down the aisle and treasure the day.

Jul 31, 2014 / 88 notes

you make me feel like Jimmy Dean, you make me feel like Morrissey

(via foolish-blood)

Jul 31, 2014 / 35 notes
Jul 27, 2014 / 129 notes
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Jul 26, 2014 / 68 notes
From The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer:
There saw I first the dark imaginingOf felony, and all the compassing;The cruel ire, as red as any glede,The picke-purse, and eke the pale dread;The smiler with the knife under the cloak,The shepen burning with the blacke smokeThe treason of the murd’ring in the bed,The open war, with woundes all be-bled;Conteke with bloody knife, and sharp menace.
Jul 25, 2014 / 4 notes

From The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer:

There saw I first the dark imagining
Of felony, and all the compassing;
The cruel ire, as red as any glede,
The picke-purse, and eke the pale dread;
The smiler with the knife under the cloak,
The shepen burning with the blacke smoke
The treason of the murd’ring in the bed,
The open war, with woundes all be-bled;
Conteke with bloody knife, and sharp menace.

Jul 25, 2014 / 18 notes
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Jul 25, 2014 / 115 notes
Jul 25, 2014 / 23 notes

The joy brings many things

It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave

You see we all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance

We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares

Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan’s laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, we all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose

Jul 25, 2014 / 93 notes

Following “Meat Is Murder”, as the violence was increasing, Morrissey said “I hope that the security don’t ruin your night too much, but I’m sure that they’ll do their best… never mind, they’re outnumbered…” He teased the struggling security by changing a line in “The Queen Is Dead” to “Life is very long, when you’re a bouncer”. When he returned to the stage for the first encore following the band-only instrumental “Money Changes Everything”, seeing how the security manhandled some fans, Morrissey exclaimed “Oh, God!” while Johnny added “Neanderthals, fucking idiots, these guys!”. Then one third into following song “I Know It’s Over”, Morrissey stopped singing to shout to a bouncer: "Jesus Christ! Don’t be so stupid! Leave him alone, you stupid idiot! Leave him!" He then resumed the song as if nothing had happened. A completely stunning moment. - PJLM

Jul 25, 2014 / 980 notes
froidsolaire:

Portrait of a prisoner in the Mountjoy Prison, Dublin, 1857.
Jul 22, 2014 / 17 notes

froidsolaire:

Portrait of a prisoner in the Mountjoy Prison, Dublin, 1857.