Morrissey the Snowman
to the tune of “Frosty the Snowman”
Morrissey the Snowman
Was a pale and morbid soul
He was made of snow
He read Wilde and Poe
And his repartee was droll.
Morrissey the Snowman
Loved to make the children cry
He would moan and sing,
“I can’t wait for spring
And the dreaded sunny day I die.”
The more the children loved him
His Eskimo blood would freeze
He’d sigh and say, “Why pamper
All of life’s complexities?”
Morrissey the Snowman
Finally got his chance to melt
But we heard him say
As he dripped away,
“Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.”
The Trials Of Oscar Wilde (1960) [123 Min]
A still of John Fraser from this film was at some point considered for the artwork of a “This Charming Man” re-release on compact disc by Rough Trade.
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sparklesandscars: These are my paintings for my first assignment for Illustration III. The assignment was to create portraits of a historical figure and a contemporary figure. I chose to portray Morrissey and Oscar Wilde. Please don’t steal!!
My Morrissey tattoo done by Chris Burnett at Art Junkies Tattoo in Hesperia, CA - http://rickyvee.tumblr.com/
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“Gavan Duffy’s sister-in-law and “Speranza” promptly took charge of The Nation, and the latter produced an article headed Jacta Alea Est, which was printed in the number for July 29th, 1848, calling upon the people to rise in their might and die for Ireland. “Oh! for a hundred thousand muskets glittering brightly in the light of heaven,” she cried, “and the monumental barricades stretching across each of our noble streets made desolate by England—circling round that doomed Castle, where the foreign tyrant has held his council of treason and iniquity against our people and our country for seven hundred years…One bold, one decisive move. One instant to take breath, and then a rising; a rush, a charge from north, south, east and west upon the English garrison, and the land is ours.” - Oscar Wilde, His Life and Wit by Hesketh Pearson published 1946
