<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968</id><updated>2011-07-02T00:38:20.240+01:00</updated><category term='Meat is Murder'/><category term='Well I Wonder'/><category term='The Hand That Rocks The Cradle'/><category term='Death Of A Disco Dancer'/><category term='Suffer Little Children'/><category term='Hand in Glove'/><category term='Miserable Lie'/><category term='Madrid'/><category term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><category term='Irvine'/><category term='Album: The Smiths'/><category term='I Know It&apos;s Over'/><category term='Cemetry Gates'/><category term='Girlfriend In A Coma'/><category term='Bigmouth Strikes Again'/><category term='London'/><category term='I Don&apos;t Owe You Anything'/><category term='Heaven Knows I&apos;m Miserable Now'/><category term='Pretty Girls Make Graves'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='What Difference Does It Make?'/><category term='The Smiths'/><category term='Live'/><category term='How Soon is Now?'/><category term='There Is A Light That Never Goes Out'/><category term='I Started Something I Couldn&apos;t Finish'/><category term='You&apos;ve Got Everything Now'/><category term='Nowhere Fast'/><category term='Never Had No One Ever'/><category term='Singles'/><category term='Rusholme Ruffians'/><category term='What She Said'/><category term='That Joke isn&apos;t Funny Anymore'/><category term='Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others'/><category term='A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours'/><category term='Reel Around the Fountain'/><category term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category term='Manchester'/><category term='This Charming Man'/><category term='Tube'/><category term='Barbarism Begins at Home'/><category term='with Craig Gannon'/><category term='Vicar In A Tutu'/><category term='I Want The One I Can&apos;t Have'/><category term='Album: Strangeways Here We Come'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='The Queen Is Dead'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='The Boy With The Thorn In His Side'/><category term='Still Ill'/><category term='The Headmaster Ritual'/><title type='text'>The Smiths - Videos &amp; Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog about the english rock band active from 1982 to 1987, The Smiths: Videos &amp; Lyrics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-3651808736931360905</id><published>2008-03-09T10:39:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:55:50.369Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend In A Coma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Strangeways Here We Come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Girlfriend In A Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tdF6ziim7E&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2tdF6ziim7E&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's serious&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know-it's really serious&lt;br /&gt;there were times when I could&lt;br /&gt;have "murdered" her&lt;br /&gt;(But, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend in a coma, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's serious&lt;br /&gt;there were times when I could&lt;br /&gt;have "strangled" her&lt;br /&gt;(but, you know, I would hate&lt;br /&gt;Anything to happen to her)&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SEE HER !&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think&lt;br /&gt;she'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;Let me whisper my last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - IT'S SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175692946028044322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Girlfriend In A Coma" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R9PBT_p_ICI/AAAAAAAACPI/rM-_rpRGqJM/s200/Girlfriend+in+a+Coma.gif" border="0" /&gt;"Girlfriend in a Coma" is a song by The Smiths. It was released as a single in August 1987, reaching #13 in the UK Singles Chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first of three singles from the band's last studio album Strangeways, Here We Come. As such, it was the last single to include newly recorded material on the b-side. It holds the distinction of containing the last recorded Smiths song, "I Keep Mine Hidden". Also included — and recorded at the same session — is a cover version of a Cilla Black song, "Work Is a Four-Letter Word". Morrissey's insistence on recording this song incurred the wrath of Johnny Marr who left the band not long afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single itself is a tongue-in-cheek, music hall inflected song that clocks in at a mere two minutes and two seconds. Though seemingly "lightweight" and catchy, the song features acidic, ambiguous lyrics. The song also contains peak guitar work by Johnny Marr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video, which featured clips from the film "The Leather Boys" (starring Rita Tushingham), was directed by Tim Broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover features playwright Shelagh Delaney from a 1961 edition of "A Taste of Honey". The photo was tinted grey for 7"s in all countries except in Australia where it was tinted green as for the 12"s. This was the second time Delaney appeared on a Smiths cover; she appeared as the cover star on the recently released Louder Than Bombs album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girlfriend_in_a_Coma_(song)" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-3651808736931360905?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3651808736931360905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3651808736931360905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-girlfriend-in-coma.html' title='The Smiths: Girlfriend In A Coma'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4612578699683504356</id><published>2008-03-08T09:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:48:22.162Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Of A Disco Dancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Strangeways Here We Come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Death Of A Disco Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbCu49lH2Q&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvbCu49lH2Q&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Death Of A Disco Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of a disco dancer &lt;br /&gt;well, it happens a lot 'round here &lt;br /&gt;and if you think Peace &lt;br /&gt;is a common goal &lt;br /&gt;well, that goes to show &lt;br /&gt;just how little you know &lt;br /&gt;The death of a disco dancer &lt;br /&gt;well, I'd rather not get involved &lt;br /&gt;I never talk to my neighbour &lt;br /&gt;I'd just rather not get involved&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace and harmony? &lt;br /&gt;Love, peace and harmony? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;very nice &lt;br /&gt;...but maybe in the next world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-4612578699683504356?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4612578699683504356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4612578699683504356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-death-of-disco-dancer.html' title='The Smiths: Death Of A Disco Dancer'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8324233032442499620</id><published>2008-03-07T18:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:20:38.145Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Started Something I Couldn&apos;t Finish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Strangeways Here We Come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: I Started Something I Couldn't Finish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: I Started Something I Couldn't Finish&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn't Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ajlmKAG-2g&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ajlmKAG-2g&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn't Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lanes were silent&lt;br /&gt;with nothing or no one around for miles&lt;br /&gt;I doused our friendly venture&lt;br /&gt;with a hard-faced&lt;br /&gt;three-word gesture&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;I forced you into a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;... and now I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed you by the guilded beams&lt;br /&gt;that's what Tradition means&lt;br /&gt;and I doused another venture&lt;br /&gt;with a gesture&lt;br /&gt;that was... absolutely vile&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;forced you to a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;... and now I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed you by the guilded beams&lt;br /&gt;that's what Tradition means&lt;br /&gt;and now eighteen months' hard-labour&lt;br /&gt;seems... fair enough&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;forced you to a zone&lt;br /&gt;and you were clearly&lt;br /&gt;never meant to go&lt;br /&gt;hair brushed and parted&lt;br /&gt;typical me, typical me&lt;br /&gt;Typical me&lt;br /&gt;I started something&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175064910140219410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="I Started Something I Couldn't Finish" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R9GGHfp_IBI/AAAAAAAACPA/0yWA50fJEsU/s200/I+started.gif" border="0" /&gt;"I Started Something I Couldn't Finish" is a song by The Smiths. It was released as a single in November 1987, reaching #23 in the UK Singles Chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second of three UK singles from the band's last studio album Strangeways, Here We Come, and was released after the band had announced their split. The record company had originally intended to release "Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before" as a single in the UK but felt this would be inappropriate following the Hungerford massacre (the lyrics contain a reference to "mass murder").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop Me..." was still released as a single in other countries, but its promotional video - which featured Morrissey plus a large number of Morrissey lookalikes - was used in the UK to promote "I Started Something I Couldn't Finish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover of the single features actress Avril Angers in a film still from the 1966 film The Family Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Started_Something_I_Couldn't_Finish" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-8324233032442499620?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8324233032442499620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8324233032442499620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-i-started-something-i-couldnt.html' title='The Smiths: I Started Something I Couldn&apos;t Finish'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5774327138424089692</id><published>2008-03-06T11:06:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:23:21.814Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Strangeways Here We Come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174585069020108738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Strangeways, Here We Come" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s200/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Johnny Marr, Morrissey and Stephen Street&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: A Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - A Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY7BPJeh30M&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY7BPJeh30M&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - A Rush and a Push and the Land is Ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;I am the ghost of Troubled Joe&lt;br /&gt;hung by his pretty white neck&lt;br /&gt;some eighteen months ago&lt;br /&gt;I travelled to a mystical time zone&lt;br /&gt;but I missed my bed&lt;br /&gt;so I soon came home&lt;br /&gt;they said:&lt;br /&gt;"there's too much caffeine&lt;br /&gt;in your bloodstream&lt;br /&gt;and a lack of real spice&lt;br /&gt;in your life"&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;"leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;because I'm alright, dad&lt;br /&gt;just surprised to still&lt;br /&gt;be on my own..."&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don't mention love&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate the strain of the pain again&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;it has been before&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be again&lt;br /&gt;and people who are uglier than you and I&lt;br /&gt;they take what they need, and just leave&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don't mention love&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;it has been before&lt;br /&gt;so why can't it be now?&lt;br /&gt;and people who are weaker than you and I&lt;br /&gt;they take what they want from life&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, but don't mention love&lt;br /&gt;no-just don't mention love!&lt;br /&gt;a rush and a push and the land that&lt;br /&gt;we stand on is ours&lt;br /&gt;your youth may be gone&lt;br /&gt;but you're still a young man&lt;br /&gt;so phone me, phone me, phone me&lt;br /&gt;so phone me, phone me, phone me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Urrgh, I think I'm in lerv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours&lt;/em&gt; is a song by The Smiths, from their album Strangeways, Here We Come. It is the first song on the album, and is notable for not featuring Johnny Marr's guitarwork. The title comes from a poem by Oscar Wilde's mother. The phrase "A rush and a charge and the land is ours", which is a traditional Irish battle cry, is very likely to have influenced Morrissey during the writing of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Rush_and_a_Push_and_the_Land_Is_Ours" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-5774327138424089692?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5774327138424089692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5774327138424089692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-rush-and-push-and-land-is-ours.html' title='The Smiths: A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8_RtEL718I/AAAAAAAACO4/zRfOHHXEnoM/s72-c/Strangeways,+Here+We+Come.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-7095167803206250186</id><published>2008-03-05T10:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:50:10.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 10: Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiAjXPSSB7M&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiAjXPSSB7M&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the ice-age to the dole-age&lt;br /&gt;there is but one concern&lt;br /&gt;and I have just discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls mothers are bigger than&lt;br /&gt;other girls mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Anthony said to Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;as he opened a crate of ale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls are bigger than others&lt;br /&gt;some girls mothers are bigger than&lt;br /&gt;other girls mothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-7095167803206250186?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/7095167803206250186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/7095167803206250186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-some-girls-are-bigger-than.html' title='The Smiths: Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1554060377383311826</id><published>2008-03-04T12:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:54:06.409Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There Is A Light That Never Goes Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INgXzChwipY&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INgXzChwipY&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;where there's music and there's people&lt;br /&gt;who are young and alive&lt;br /&gt;driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;because I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;because I want to see people and I&lt;br /&gt;want to see &lt;em&gt;lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;oh please dont drop me home&lt;br /&gt;because it's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; home, it's &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, and Im welcome no more&lt;br /&gt;and if a double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;crashes into us&lt;br /&gt;to die by your side&lt;br /&gt;such a heavenly way to die&lt;br /&gt;and if a ten ton truck&lt;br /&gt;kills the both of us&lt;br /&gt;to die by your side&lt;br /&gt;the pleasure and the privilege is mine&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;oh take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;and in the darkened underpass&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;em&gt;Oh God, my chance has come at last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but then a strange fear gripped me and I&lt;br /&gt;just couldnt ask)&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight&lt;br /&gt;take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;just driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br /&gt;because I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;I havent got one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is a light and it never goes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" is a song by the English rock group The Smiths, written by Morrissey and Johnny Marr. It was originally featured on their 1986 album The Queen Is Dead, but despite its enduring popularity it was not released as a single until 1992, after The Smiths split up. Morrissey re-released the song as a double A-side live single (with his cover of Patti Smith's "Redondo Beach") in 2005, which reached #11 in the UK singles chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song lyrically utilises a first-person narrative concerning yearning, anxiety, and implied romance. Morrissey assumes the role of a person who has, one could infer from the lyrics, been kicked out of home, so seeks solace and company in the form of the person the song addresses - the car's driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, the song begins with a staccato bridge similar to that heard on "Hitch Hike" by Marvin Gaye and "There She Goes Again" by The Velvet Underground, which recurs as a musical motif throughout the song. With synthesized strings, a balladesque arrangement and yearning lyrics, many listeners have viewed "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" as a straightforward love song despite some ambiguity in the lyrics themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/There_Is_a_Light_That_Never_Goes_Out" target="_new"&gt;Wikipédia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-1554060377383311826?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1554060377383311826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1554060377383311826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-there-is-light-that-never-goes.html' title='The Smiths: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8540830891896373751</id><published>2008-03-03T10:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:01:23.204Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with Craig Gannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicar In A Tutu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Vicar In A Tutu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 8: Vicar In A Tutu&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu&lt;br /&gt;With Craig Gannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5kxUSrYngo&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5kxUSrYngo&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Vicar In A Tutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was minding my business &lt;br /&gt;lifting some lead off &lt;br /&gt;the roof of the Holy Name church &lt;br /&gt;it was worthwhile living a laughable life &lt;br /&gt;just to set my eyes on the blistering sight &lt;br /&gt;of a vicar in a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;he's not strange &lt;br /&gt;he just wants to live his life this way &lt;br /&gt;A scanty bit of a thing &lt;br /&gt;with a decorative ring &lt;br /&gt;that wouldnt cover the head of a child &lt;br /&gt;as Rose collects the money in a cannister &lt;br /&gt;who comes sliding down the bannister&lt;br /&gt;the vicar in a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;he's not strange &lt;br /&gt;he just wants to live his life this way &lt;br /&gt;The monkish monsignor &lt;br /&gt;with a head full of plaster &lt;br /&gt;said : "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned"&lt;br /&gt;as Rose counts the money in the cannister &lt;br /&gt;as natural as Rain &lt;br /&gt;he dances again  &lt;br /&gt;vicar in a tu-tu&lt;br /&gt;The next day in the pulpit &lt;br /&gt;with Freedom and Ease &lt;br /&gt;combatting ignorance, dust, and disease&lt;br /&gt;as Rose counts the money in the cannister &lt;br /&gt;as natural as Rain &lt;br /&gt;he dances again&lt;br /&gt;the fabric of a tu-tu &lt;br /&gt;any man could get used to &lt;br /&gt;And I am a living sign &lt;br /&gt;And I'm a living sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-8540830891896373751?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8540830891896373751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8540830891896373751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-vicar-in-tutu.html' title='The Smiths: Vicar In A Tutu'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4824730348073607422</id><published>2008-03-02T09:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:29:11.257Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boy With The Thorn In His Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 7: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYp2LGKOF_M&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYp2LGKOF_M&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the thorn in his side&lt;br /&gt;behind the hatred there lies&lt;br /&gt;a murderous desire for love&lt;br /&gt;how can they look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe me?&lt;br /&gt;how can they hear me say those words&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe me?&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe me now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe me now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the thorn in his side&lt;br /&gt;behind the hatred there lies&lt;br /&gt;a plundering desire for love&lt;br /&gt;how can they see the Love in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;and still they dont believe us?&lt;br /&gt;and after all this time&lt;br /&gt;they dont want to believe us&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont believe us now&lt;br /&gt;will they ever believe us?&lt;br /&gt;and when you want to Live&lt;br /&gt;how do you start?&lt;br /&gt;where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;who do you need to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173073100649040834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Boy with the Thorn in His Side - Single" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8pyk7FQi8I/AAAAAAAACOw/WLcI9YhRK8U/s200/The+Boy+with+the+Thorn+in+His+Side.gif" border="0" /&gt;"The Boy with the Thorn in His Side" is a song by The Smiths. It appears on their third album The Queen Is Dead but was released as a single (albeit in a different mix) several months before the album, reaching #23 in the UK Singles Chart in Autumn 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Smiths single to be accompanied by a promotional video, something the band had previously resisted. Some of the Smiths' more purist fans at the time derided this as a sell-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, the New Musical Express greeted the news that the band had signed a contract with EMI with the headline "The Boy With The Thorn-EMI On His Side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jumping man on the cover of the single release is a young Truman Capote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was covered by Scottish band Bis on the tribute album The Smiths is dead. Music reviewer, Stephen Thomas Erlewine, trashed the cover, stating: "In particular, the Bis utterly disembowel 'The Boy with the Thorn in His Side' with a single-minded stupidity that is just bewildering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has also been covered by Jeff Buckley, Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian and Dinosaur Jr's J Mascis in live performances. This song also shares its name with a book written by Pete Wentz, bassist of the band Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was featured in the third episode of the British drama musical series Blackpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margi Clarke asked Morrissey if this song was inspired by Oscar Wilde and Morrissey replied: "No that's not true. The thorn is the music industry and all those people who never believed anything I said, tried to get rid of me and wouldn't play the records. So I think we've reached a stage where we feel: if they don't believe me now, will they ever believe me? What more can a poor boy do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Boy_with_the_Thorn_in_His_Side_%28song%29" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-4824730348073607422?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4824730348073607422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4824730348073607422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-boy-with-thorn-in-his-side.html' title='The Smiths: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1622664114117570552</id><published>2008-03-01T14:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:03:15.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with Craig Gannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bigmouth Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Bigmouth Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Bigmouth Strikes Again&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esO74T_Ywr8&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esO74T_Ywr8&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Bigmouth Strikes Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking &lt;br /&gt;when I said Id like to smash every tooth &lt;br /&gt;in your head &lt;br /&gt;Sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking &lt;br /&gt;when I said by rights you should be &lt;br /&gt;bludgeoned in your bed &lt;br /&gt;and now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;as the flames rose to her roman nose &lt;br /&gt;and her Walkman started to melt&lt;br /&gt;Bigmouth, bigmouth&lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth, bigmouth &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race &lt;br /&gt;and now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;now I know how Joan of Arc felt &lt;br /&gt;as the flames rose to her roman nose &lt;br /&gt;and her hearing aid started to melt &lt;br /&gt;Bigmouth, bigmouth &lt;br /&gt;bigmouth strikes again &lt;br /&gt;and Ive got no right to take my place &lt;br /&gt;with the Human race&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-1622664114117570552?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1622664114117570552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1622664114117570552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/03/smiths-bigmouth-strikes-again.html' title='The Smiths: Bigmouth Strikes Again'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-871762593341482891</id><published>2008-02-29T16:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:06:57.140Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with Craig Gannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cemetry Gates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Cemetry Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: Cemetry Gates&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Cemetry Gates&lt;br /&gt;Wolverhampton 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaNYCEhlPN4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaNYCEhlPN4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Cemetry Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;a dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;while Wilde is on mine&lt;br /&gt;So we go inside and we gravely read the stones&lt;br /&gt;all those &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; all those &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;with loves, and hates&lt;br /&gt;and passions just like mine&lt;br /&gt;they were born&lt;br /&gt;and then they lived&lt;br /&gt;and then they died&lt;br /&gt;which seems so unfair&lt;br /&gt;and I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;You say: "ere thrice the sun done&lt;br /&gt;salutation to the dawn"&lt;br /&gt;and you claim these words as your own&lt;br /&gt;but Im well-read, have heard them said&lt;br /&gt;a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)&lt;br /&gt;if you must write prose/poems&lt;br /&gt;the words you use should be your own&lt;br /&gt;dont plagiarise or take "on loan"&lt;br /&gt;there's always someone, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;with a big nose, who knows&lt;br /&gt;and who trips you up and laughs&lt;br /&gt;when you fall&lt;br /&gt;who'll trip you up and laugh&lt;br /&gt;when you fall&lt;br /&gt;You say: "ere long done do does did"&lt;br /&gt;words which could only be your own&lt;br /&gt;you then produce the text&lt;br /&gt;from whence was ripped&lt;br /&gt;(some dizzy whore, 1804)&lt;br /&gt;A dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so let's go where we're happy&lt;br /&gt;and I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;a dreaded sunny day&lt;br /&gt;so let's go where we're wanted&lt;br /&gt;and I meet you at the cemetry gates&lt;br /&gt;Keats and Yeats are on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Wilde is on mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-871762593341482891?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/871762593341482891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/871762593341482891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-cemetry-gates.html' title='The Smiths: Cemetry Gates'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-2899272249471971262</id><published>2008-02-28T10:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:07:20.445Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with Craig Gannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Had No One Ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Never Had No One Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1pktKDuZYs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1pktKDuZYs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk without ease &lt;br /&gt;on these &lt;br /&gt;the very streets where you were raised &lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad dream &lt;br /&gt;it lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days &lt;br /&gt;Never had no one ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Queen Is Dead (record)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Never Had No One Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk without ease &lt;br /&gt;On these &lt;br /&gt;Streets where you were raised &lt;br /&gt;I had a really bad dream &lt;br /&gt;It lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days &lt;br /&gt;I never, I'm alone, and I &lt;br /&gt;Never, ever oh ... had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm outside your house &lt;br /&gt;I'm alone &lt;br /&gt;And I'm outside your house &lt;br /&gt;I hate to intrude ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Alone, I'm Alone, I'm Alone, I'm Alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm Alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm Alone &lt;br /&gt;And I never, never ... oh ... had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;I never had no one ever &lt;br /&gt;I never had no, no one ever &lt;br /&gt;Had no one never &lt;br /&gt;Never ... no ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-2899272249471971262?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/2899272249471971262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/2899272249471971262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-never-had-no-one-ever.html' title='The Smiths: Never Had No One Ever'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5525746246870578558</id><published>2008-02-27T12:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:52:20.523Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with Craig Gannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Know It&apos;s Over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: I Know It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: I Know It's Over &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Know It's Over &lt;br /&gt;(live London palladium) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV-ykAlUA3Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV-ykAlUA3Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Know It's Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;and as I climb into an empty bed &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's over - still I cling &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where else I can go  &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;see, the sea wants to take me &lt;br /&gt;the knife wants to cut me &lt;br /&gt;do you think you can help me? &lt;br /&gt;Sad veiled bride, please be happy &lt;br /&gt;handsome groom, give her room &lt;br /&gt;loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly &lt;br /&gt;(although she needs you &lt;br /&gt;more than she loves you) &lt;br /&gt;and I know it's over - still I cling &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where else I can go &lt;br /&gt;I know it's over &lt;br /&gt;and it never really began &lt;br /&gt;but in my heart it was so real&lt;br /&gt;and you even spoke to me, and said: &lt;br /&gt;"If you're so funny &lt;br /&gt;then why are you on your own tonight? &lt;br /&gt;and if you're so clever &lt;br /&gt;why are you on your own tonight? &lt;br /&gt;if you're so very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;why are you on your own tonight?&lt;br /&gt;if you're so terribly good-looking&lt;br /&gt;then why do you sleep alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;because tonight it's just like any other night &lt;br /&gt;that's why you're on your own tonight &lt;br /&gt;with your triumphs and your charms &lt;br /&gt;while they are in each other's arms..."&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to laugh &lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to hate &lt;br /&gt;it takes strength to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to laugh &lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to hate &lt;br /&gt;it takes guts to be gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;love is Natural and Real &lt;br /&gt;but not for you, my love &lt;br /&gt;not tonight, my love &lt;br /&gt;love is Natural and Real &lt;br /&gt;but not for such as you and I, my love &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head &lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The first vocal take Morrissey recorded for the song ended up as the one used for the album. (Wikipedia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-5525746246870578558?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5525746246870578558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5525746246870578558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-i-know-its-over.html' title='The Smiths: I Know It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6968497750385646673</id><published>2008-02-26T10:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:20:24.269Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irvine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Frankly, Mr Shankly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;Live Irvine 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-O665wmJhQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-O665wmJhQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Frankly, Mr Shankly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position Ive held&lt;br /&gt;it pays my way, and it &lt;em&gt;corrodes&lt;/em&gt; my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave, you will not miss me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go down in musical history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, Im a sickening wreck&lt;br /&gt;Ive got the 21st century breathing down my neck&lt;br /&gt;I must move fast, you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go down in celluloid history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame, Fame, fatal Fame&lt;br /&gt;it can play hideous tricks on the brain&lt;br /&gt;but still Id rather be Famous&lt;br /&gt;than righteous or holy, any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes Id feel more fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;making Christmas cards with the mentally ill&lt;br /&gt;I want to Live and I want to Love&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position Ive held&lt;br /&gt;it pays my way and it corrodes my soul&lt;br /&gt;oh, I didnt realise that you wrote poetry&lt;br /&gt;(I didnt realise you wrote such &lt;em&gt;bloody awful&lt;/em&gt; poetry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask&lt;br /&gt;you are a flatulent pain in the arse&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to be so rude&lt;br /&gt;but still, I must speak &lt;em&gt;frankly, Mr. Shankly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-6968497750385646673?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6968497750385646673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6968497750385646673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-frankly-mr-shankly.html' title='The Smiths: Frankly, Mr Shankly'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-668700117886987813</id><published>2008-02-25T10:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:20:38.176Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Queen Is Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s200/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170864289699869602" /&gt;Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Morrissey and Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iMeyKEOvBI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iMeyKEOvBI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to this lands cheerless marshes &lt;br /&gt;hemmed in like a boar between arches &lt;br /&gt;her very Lowness with a head in a sling &lt;br /&gt;Im truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing &lt;br /&gt;dear Charles, don't you ever crave &lt;br /&gt;to appear on the front of the Daily Mail &lt;br /&gt;dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? &lt;br /&gt;So, I checked all the registered historical facts &lt;br /&gt;and I was shocked into shame to discover &lt;br /&gt;how Im the 18th pale descendent &lt;br /&gt;of some old queen or other &lt;br /&gt;has the world changed, or have I changed? &lt;br /&gt;has the world changed, or have I changed? &lt;br /&gt;as some 9-year old tough peddles drugs &lt;br /&gt;(I never even knew what drugs were)&lt;br /&gt;And so, I broke into the Palace &lt;br /&gt;with a sponge and a rusty spanner &lt;br /&gt;she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"&lt;br /&gt;I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano"&lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;but when you're tied to your Mother's apron&lt;br /&gt;No one talks about castration &lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;like love and law and poverty &lt;br /&gt;these are the things that kill me &lt;br /&gt;We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry &lt;br /&gt;and talk about precious things &lt;br /&gt;but the rain that flattens my hair&lt;br /&gt;these are the things that kill me &lt;br /&gt;Passed the Pub that saps your body &lt;br /&gt;and the church who'll snatch your money &lt;br /&gt;the Queen is dead, boys &lt;br /&gt;and it's so lonely on a limb &lt;br /&gt;Passed the Pub that wrecks your body &lt;br /&gt;and the church - all they want is your money &lt;br /&gt;the Queen is dead, boys &lt;br /&gt;you can trust me, boys&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;life is very long, when you're lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-668700117886987813?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/668700117886987813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/668700117886987813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-queen-is-dead.html' title='The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8KZrNFQM6I/AAAAAAAACOY/HaiZIvggAvY/s72-c/The+Queen+is+Dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6700228575277525643</id><published>2008-02-24T10:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:45:28.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Soon is Now?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: How Soon is Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170495558167573394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: How Soon is Now?" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8FKUNFQM5I/AAAAAAAACOQ/VZZ_vFbVyBg/s200/How+Soon+is+Now.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Single: How Soon is Now? (1984/1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Soon Is Now?" is a 1984 song written by Morrissey and Johnny Marr and first released by their band The Smiths. Sire Records chief Seymour Stein called it "the 'Stairway to Heaven' of the Eighties", while co-writer Johnny Marr described it as "possibly our most enduring record. It's most people's favourite, I think.". Despite its prominent place in The Smiths' repertoire, however, it is not generally considered to be representative of the band's style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally a B-side with "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" on the 12" single version of "William, It Was Really Nothing" in 1984, the song was subsequently featured on the compilation album Hatful of Hollow and on US, Australian and Warner UK editions of Meat Is Murder. It was belatedly released as an A-side in the UK in 1985, reaching #24 on the singles chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a club favourite, "How Soon Is Now" did not chart as well as writers Morrissey and Marr had expected. Most commentators put this down to the fact that the song had been out on vinyl in a number of forms before being released as a single in its own right. The original track ran for nearly 7 minutes; however, the 7" single edit cut the length down to under four minutes. The complete version is generally used on compilations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Soon_Is_Now%3F" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Soon_Is_Now%3F" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - How Soon is Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2NrIALcNOw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2NrIALcNOw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - How Soon is Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son&lt;br /&gt;and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;br /&gt;I am the son and the heir&lt;br /&gt;Of nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;I go about things the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a club, if you'd like to go&lt;br /&gt;You could meet somebody who really loves you&lt;br /&gt;So you go, and you stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you leave on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you go home&lt;br /&gt;And you cry&lt;br /&gt;And you want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's gonna happen now,&lt;br /&gt;Well, when exactly do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;See I've already waited too long&lt;br /&gt;And all my hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Human And I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-6700228575277525643?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6700228575277525643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6700228575277525643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-how-soon-is-now.html' title='The Smiths: How Soon is Now?'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R8FKUNFQM5I/AAAAAAAACOQ/VZZ_vFbVyBg/s72-c/How+Soon+is+Now.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4131778350305183283</id><published>2008-02-23T09:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:02:15.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meat is Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Meat is Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: Meat is Murder&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Meat is Murder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pB18RcAW8c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pB18RcAW8c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Meat is Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heifer whines could be human cries &lt;br /&gt;closer comes the screaming knife &lt;br /&gt;this beautiful creature must die &lt;br /&gt;this beautiful creature must die &lt;br /&gt;a death for no reason &lt;br /&gt;and death for no reason is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the flesh you so fancifully fry &lt;br /&gt;is not succulent, tasty or nice&lt;br /&gt;it's death for no reason &lt;br /&gt;and death for no reason is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the calf that you carve with a smile &lt;br /&gt;is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;and the turkey you festively slice &lt;br /&gt;is MURDER &lt;br /&gt;do you know how animals die? &lt;br /&gt;kitchen aromas aren't very homely &lt;br /&gt;it's not "comforting", "cheery" or kind &lt;br /&gt;it's sizzling blood and the unholy stench &lt;br /&gt;of MURDER &lt;br /&gt;it's not "natural", "normal" or kind &lt;br /&gt;the flesh you so fancifully fry &lt;br /&gt;the meat in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;as you savour the flavour &lt;br /&gt;of MURDER &lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER &lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER &lt;br /&gt;who hears when animals cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-4131778350305183283?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4131778350305183283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4131778350305183283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-meat-is-murder.html' title='The Smiths: Meat is Murder'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-124651408651760982</id><published>2008-02-22T10:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:34:58.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbarism Begins at Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Barbarism Begins at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 8: Barbarism Begins at Home &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQrpuX6TMaM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQrpuX6TMaM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unruly boys &lt;br /&gt;who will not grow up &lt;br /&gt;must be taken in hand &lt;br /&gt;Unruly girls &lt;br /&gt;who will not settle down &lt;br /&gt;they must be taken in hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crack on the head &lt;br /&gt;is what you get for not asking &lt;br /&gt;and a crack on the head &lt;br /&gt;is what you get for asking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-124651408651760982?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/124651408651760982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/124651408651760982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-barbarism-begins-at-home.html' title='The Smiths: Barbarism Begins at Home'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-4349224178111514530</id><published>2008-02-21T15:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:46:30.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Well I Wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Well I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 7: Well I Wonder &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Well I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbPUednxVAw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbPUednxVAw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Well I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me when you sleep ? &lt;br /&gt;I hoarsely cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me when we pass ? &lt;br /&gt;I half die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;please keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping - but somehow still alive&lt;br /&gt;This is the fierce last stand of all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping - dying - but somehow still alive&lt;br /&gt;This is the final stand of all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-4349224178111514530?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4349224178111514530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/4349224178111514530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-well-i-wonder.html' title='The Smiths: Well I Wonder'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-554944997763208322</id><published>2008-02-20T21:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:15:55.104Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nowhere Fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Nowhere Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Nowhere Fast &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Nowhere Fast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzCdf3Myazw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzCdf3Myazw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Nowhere Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to drop my trousers to the world &lt;br /&gt;I am a man of means (of slender means) &lt;br /&gt;each household appliance &lt;br /&gt;is like a new science in my town &lt;br /&gt;and if the day came when I felt a &lt;br /&gt;natural emotion &lt;br /&gt;I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump &lt;br /&gt;in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;and when a train goes by &lt;br /&gt;it's such a sad sound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to drop my trousers to the Queen &lt;br /&gt;every sensible child will know what this means &lt;br /&gt;the poor and the needy &lt;br /&gt;are selfish and greedy on her terms &lt;br /&gt;and if the day came when I felt a &lt;br /&gt;natural emotion &lt;br /&gt;I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump &lt;br /&gt;in the ocean &lt;br /&gt;and when a train goes by &lt;br /&gt;it's such a sad sound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm lying in my bed &lt;br /&gt;I think about life &lt;br /&gt;and I think about death &lt;br /&gt;and neither one particularly appeals to me &lt;br /&gt;and if the day came when I felt a &lt;br /&gt;natural emotion &lt;br /&gt;I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie &lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the street and die &lt;br /&gt;I'd lie down and die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-554944997763208322?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/554944997763208322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/554944997763208322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-nowhere-fast.html' title='The Smiths: Nowhere Fast'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-3824152376061810282</id><published>2008-02-19T15:30:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:45:02.292Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Joke isn&apos;t Funny Anymore'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: That Joke isn't Funny Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: That Joke isn't Funny Anymore &lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - That Joke isn't Funny Anymore&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths live in Madrid - 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEmsjyUrslk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEmsjyUrslk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - That Joke isn't Funny Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park the car at the side of the road &lt;br /&gt;you should know &lt;br /&gt;time's tide will smother you &lt;br /&gt;and I will too &lt;br /&gt;when you laugh about people who feel so &lt;br /&gt;very lonely &lt;br /&gt;their only desire is to die &lt;br /&gt;well, I'm afraid &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make me smile &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could laugh &lt;br /&gt;but that joke isn't funny anymore &lt;br /&gt;it's too close to home &lt;br /&gt;and it's too near the bone &lt;br /&gt;it's too close to home &lt;br /&gt;and it's too near the bone &lt;br /&gt;more than you'll ever know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark as I drove the point home &lt;br /&gt;and on cold leather seats &lt;br /&gt;well, it suddenly struck me &lt;br /&gt;I just might die with a smile on my &lt;br /&gt;face after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this happen in other people's &lt;br /&gt;lives &lt;br /&gt;and now it's happening in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-3824152376061810282?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3824152376061810282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3824152376061810282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-that-joke-isnt-funny-anymore.html' title='The Smiths: That Joke isn&apos;t Funny Anymore'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6900241434949980189</id><published>2008-02-18T17:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:50:15.917Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What She Said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: What She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: What She Said&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - What She Said&lt;br /&gt;Nottingham 86 Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HEniWDa-70&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HEniWDa-70&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - What She Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;"How come someone hasn't noticed &lt;br /&gt;that I'm dead &lt;br /&gt;and decided to bury me &lt;br /&gt;God knows, I'm ready"&lt;br /&gt;What she said was sad &lt;br /&gt;but then, all the rejection she's had &lt;br /&gt;to pretend to be happy &lt;br /&gt;could only be idiocy &lt;br /&gt;What she said was not for the job or &lt;br /&gt;lover that she never had  &lt;br /&gt;What she read &lt;br /&gt;all heady books &lt;br /&gt;she'd sit and prophesise &lt;br /&gt;(It took a tattooed boy from &lt;br /&gt;Birkenhead &lt;br /&gt;to really really open her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;What she read &lt;br /&gt;all heady books &lt;br /&gt;she'd sit and prophesise &lt;br /&gt;(it took a tattooed boy from &lt;br /&gt;Birkenhead &lt;br /&gt;to really really open her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an &lt;br /&gt;early death &lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING!"&lt;br /&gt;What she said: &lt;br /&gt;"I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an &lt;br /&gt;early death &lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-6900241434949980189?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6900241434949980189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6900241434949980189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-what-she-said.html' title='The Smiths: What She Said'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-5287923631629339558</id><published>2008-02-17T14:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:42:08.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Want The One I Can&apos;t Have'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: I Want The One I Can't Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: I Want The One I Can't Have&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Want The One I Can't Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ1RsKMWXHc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ1RsKMWXHc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Want The One I Can't Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that your mentality&lt;br /&gt;Decides to try to catch up with your biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come round ...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want the one I can't have&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, all over, all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that your mentality&lt;br /&gt;Catches up with your biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the one I can't have&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, all over, all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double bed&lt;br /&gt;And a stalwart lover for sure&lt;br /&gt;These are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double bed&lt;br /&gt;And a stalwart lover for sure&lt;br /&gt;These are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want the one I can't have&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;It's all over, all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails&lt;br /&gt;Raised on Prisoner's Aid&lt;br /&gt;He killed a policeman when he was&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;And somehow that really impressed&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;And it's written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, these are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;These are the riches of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the one I can't have&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that your mentality&lt;br /&gt;Catches up with your biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need self-validation&lt;br /&gt;Just meet me in the alley by the&lt;br /&gt;Railway station&lt;br /&gt;It's all over my face&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-5287923631629339558?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5287923631629339558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/5287923631629339558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-i-want-one-i-cant-have.html' title='The Smiths: I Want The One I Can&apos;t Have'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-660491519553759580</id><published>2008-02-14T19:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:39:10.391Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusholme Ruffians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Rusholme Ruffians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: Rusholme Ruffians&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Rusholme Ruffians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIaURk_UKCs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIaURk_UKCs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Rusholme Ruffians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of the fair&lt;br /&gt;By the big wheel generator&lt;br /&gt;A boy is stabbed&lt;br /&gt;And his money is grabbed&lt;br /&gt;And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Famous&lt;br /&gt;She is Funny&lt;br /&gt;An engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;To a mind consumed by brass (money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;I might walk home alone ...&lt;br /&gt;...But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of the fair&lt;br /&gt;From a seat on a whirling waltzer&lt;br /&gt;Her skirt ascends for a watching eye&lt;br /&gt;It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)&lt;br /&gt;From a seat on a whirling waltzer&lt;br /&gt;Her skirt ascends for a watching eye&lt;br /&gt;It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;I might walk home alone ...&lt;br /&gt;...But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone falls in love&lt;br /&gt;And someone's beaten up&lt;br /&gt;Someone's beaten up&lt;br /&gt;And the senses being dulled are mine&lt;br /&gt;And someone falls in love&lt;br /&gt;And someone's beaten up&lt;br /&gt;And the senses being dulled are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;I might walk home alone ...&lt;br /&gt;...But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last night of the fair&lt;br /&gt;And the grease in the hair&lt;br /&gt;Of a speedway operator&lt;br /&gt;Is all a tremulous heart requires&lt;br /&gt;A schoolgirl is denied&lt;br /&gt;She said : "How quickly would I die&lt;br /&gt;If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"&lt;br /&gt;La ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last night of the fair&lt;br /&gt;And the grease in the hair&lt;br /&gt;Of a speedway operator&lt;br /&gt;Is all a tremulous heart requires&lt;br /&gt;A schoolgirl is denied&lt;br /&gt;She said : "How quickly would I die&lt;br /&gt;If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"&lt;br /&gt;La ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen&lt;br /&gt;(This means you really love me)&lt;br /&gt;Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen&lt;br /&gt;(This means you really love me)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;I just might walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;I might walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;I might walk home alone&lt;br /&gt;But my faith in love is still devout&lt;br /&gt;La ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Chord sequence in "Rusholme Ruffians" is identical to the Elvis classic '(Marie's The Name) of His Latest Flame'. Occasionally when playing live the band would incorporate both into a medley.&lt;br /&gt;-"Rusholme Ruffians" was inspired by an early comic song by Victoria Wood called "Fourteen Again" and has some lyrics in common (including "She is famous, she is funny"), giving the viewpoint of the boys in the Wood song.&lt;br /&gt;-"The Headmaster Ritual" was covered by Radiohead in a 2007 webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meat_Is_Murder"&gt;Wikipédia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-660491519553759580?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/660491519553759580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/660491519553759580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-rusholme-ruffians.html' title='The Smiths: Rusholme Ruffians'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-2152666318337883332</id><published>2008-02-13T08:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:32:06.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Headmaster Ritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: Meat is Murder'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: The Headmaster Ritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166379480554418962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths: Meat is Murder" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s200/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: Meat is Murder (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: The Headmaster Ritual&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - The Headmaster Ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VI2m-EPZEJU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VI2m-EPZEJU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Headmaster Ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belligerent ghouls&lt;br /&gt;Run Manchester schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineless swines&lt;br /&gt;Cemented minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir leads the troops&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of youth&lt;br /&gt;Same old suit since 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does the military two-step&lt;br /&gt;Down the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;Give up education&lt;br /&gt;As a bad mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-week on the playing fields&lt;br /&gt;Sir thwacks you on the knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knees you in the groin&lt;br /&gt;Elbow in the face&lt;br /&gt;Bruises bigger than dinner plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-da-da ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belligerent ghouls&lt;br /&gt;Run Manchester schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineless bastards all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir leads the troops&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of youth&lt;br /&gt;Same old jokes since 1902&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does the military two-step&lt;br /&gt;Down the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Give up life&lt;br /&gt;As a bad mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me from gym&lt;br /&gt;I've got this terrible cold coming on&lt;br /&gt;He grabs and devours&lt;br /&gt;He kicks me in the showers&lt;br /&gt;Kicks me in the showers&lt;br /&gt;And he grabs and devours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da-da-da ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-2152666318337883332?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/2152666318337883332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/2152666318337883332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-headmaster-ritual.html' title='The Smiths: The Headmaster Ritual'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7Kqw9FQMxI/AAAAAAAACNQ/q0_kdJeljaY/s72-c/Capas+Meat+is+Murder.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-7258836133412529258</id><published>2008-02-12T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:21:19.522Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suffer Little Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Suffer Little Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 10: Suffer Little Children&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: The Smiths - Suffer Little Children&lt;br /&gt;Some information about the victims of the Moor Murders in 1960s Manchester, accompanied by "Suffer Little Children" by The Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bLJxoR1tH4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bLJxoR1tH4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Suffer Little Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the moor, take me to the moor &lt;br /&gt;Dig a shallow grave &lt;br /&gt;And I'll lay me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the moor, take me to the moor &lt;br /&gt;Dig a shallow grave &lt;br /&gt;And I'll lay me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads &lt;br /&gt;Oh John, you'll never be a man &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never see your home again &lt;br /&gt;Oh Manchester, so much to answer for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, see those alluring lights ? &lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be your very last night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman said : "I know my son is dead &lt;br /&gt;I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindley wakes and Hindley says : &lt;br /&gt;Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fresh lilaced moorland fields &lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide the stolid stench of death &lt;br /&gt;Fresh lilaced moorland fields &lt;br /&gt;Cannot hide the stolid stench of death &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindley wakes and says : &lt;br /&gt;Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is no easy ride &lt;br /&gt;For a child cries : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more &lt;br /&gt;We are on a sullen misty moor &lt;br /&gt;We may be dead and we may be gone &lt;br /&gt;But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side &lt;br /&gt;Until the day you die &lt;br /&gt;This is no easy ride &lt;br /&gt;We will haunt you when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;Yes, you could say we're a team &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you might sleep &lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Manchester, so much to answer for &lt;br /&gt;Oh Manchester, so much to answer for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, find me, find me ! &lt;br /&gt;Find me ! &lt;br /&gt;I'll haunt you when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh &lt;br /&gt;You might sleep &lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! &lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;Over the moors, I'm on the moor &lt;br /&gt;Oh, over the moor &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the child is on the moor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-7258836133412529258?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/7258836133412529258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/7258836133412529258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-suffer-little-children.html' title='The Smiths: Suffer Little Children'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1886627431425025416</id><published>2008-02-12T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:47:02.768Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Owe You Anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: I Don't Owe You Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: I Don't Owe You Anything&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - I Don't Owe You Anything&lt;br /&gt;Live at the Hacienda, Manchester, 6 July 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwoGg6cu-T8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwoGg6cu-T8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - I Don't Owe You Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought on stolen wine &lt;br /&gt;A nod was the first step &lt;br /&gt;You knew very well &lt;br /&gt;What was coming next &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought on stolen wine &lt;br /&gt;A nod was the first step &lt;br /&gt;You knew very well &lt;br /&gt;What was coming next &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really walk all this way &lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say : &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" ? &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but you will &lt;br /&gt;For you must &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't owe you anything, no &lt;br /&gt;But you owe me something &lt;br /&gt;Repay me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never go to them &lt;br /&gt;Let them come to you &lt;br /&gt;Just like I do &lt;br /&gt;Just like I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not go to them &lt;br /&gt;Let them come to you &lt;br /&gt;Just like I do &lt;br /&gt;Just like I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really walk all this way &lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say : &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" ?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want to go out tonight" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will &lt;br /&gt;For you must &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't owe you anything, no &lt;br /&gt;But you owe me something &lt;br /&gt;Repay me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too freely on your lips &lt;br /&gt;Words prematurely sad &lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never kind &lt;br /&gt;Life is never kind &lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-1886627431425025416?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1886627431425025416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1886627431425025416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-i-dont-owe-you-anything.html' title='The Smiths: I Don&apos;t Owe You Anything'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 8: What Difference Does It Make?&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make?&lt;br /&gt;Live at the Hacienda, Manchester, 6 July 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DXU5O-HMGbQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DXU5O-HMGbQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men have secrets and here is mine&lt;br /&gt;So let it be known&lt;br /&gt;We have been through hell and high tide&lt;br /&gt;I can surely rely on you ...&lt;br /&gt;And yet you start to recoil&lt;br /&gt;Heavy words are so lightly thrown&lt;br /&gt;But still i'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what difference does it make ?&lt;br /&gt;So, what difference does it make ?&lt;br /&gt;It makes none&lt;br /&gt;But now you have gone&lt;br /&gt;And you must be looking very old tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil will find work for idle hands to do&lt;br /&gt;I stole and i lied, and why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because you asked me to !&lt;br /&gt;But now you make me feel so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Because i've only got two hands&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what difference does it make ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what difference does it make ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it makes none&lt;br /&gt;But now you have gone&lt;br /&gt;And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do&lt;br /&gt;I stole, and then i lied&lt;br /&gt;Just because you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;But now you know the truth about me&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more apologies&lt;br /&gt;No more apology&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm too tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very tired&lt;br /&gt;And i'm feeling very sick and ill today&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my sacred one ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.lyricsfreak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-9076188030088955973?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/9076188030088955973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/9076188030088955973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-what-difference-does-it-make.html' title='The Smiths: What Difference Does It Make?'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-262661504110160868</id><published>2008-02-12T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:49:03.126Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hand in Glove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Hand in Glove</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 7: Hand in Glove&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;Remixed by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Hand in Glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/juSJ4OCWzjg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/juSJ4OCWzjg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Hand in Glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in glove &lt;br /&gt;The sun shines out of our behinds &lt;br /&gt;No, it's not like any other love &lt;br /&gt;This one is different - because it's us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in glove &lt;br /&gt;We can go wherever we please &lt;br /&gt;And everything depends upon &lt;br /&gt;How near you stand to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the people stare &lt;br /&gt;Then the people stare &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss My Shades &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in glove &lt;br /&gt;The Good People laugh &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may be hidden by rags &lt;br /&gt;But we've something they'll never have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in glove &lt;br /&gt;The sun shines out of our behinds &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may be hidden by rags &lt;br /&gt;But we've something they'll never have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the people stare &lt;br /&gt;Then the people stare &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss My Shades ... oh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hand in glove I stake my claim &lt;br /&gt;I'll fight to the last breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they dare touch a hair on your head &lt;br /&gt;I'll fight to the last breath &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Good Life is out there somewhere &lt;br /&gt;So stay on my arm, you little charmer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know my luck too well &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know my luck too well &lt;br /&gt;And I'll probably never see you again &lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never see you again &lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never see you again &lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-262661504110160868?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/262661504110160868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/262661504110160868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-hand-in-glove.html' title='The Smiths: Hand in Glove'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-613686865183864666</id><published>2008-02-12T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:48:32.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still Ill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Still Ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Still Ill&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Still Ill&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast live on the Tube 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxZo5UODCCg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxZo5UODCCg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Still Ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decree today that life &lt;br /&gt;Is simply taking and not giving &lt;br /&gt;England is mine - it owes me a living &lt;br /&gt;But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye &lt;br /&gt;Oh, ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye &lt;br /&gt;But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore &lt;br /&gt;No, we cannot cling to those dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the body rule the mind &lt;br /&gt;Or does the mind rule the body ? &lt;br /&gt;I don´t know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the iron bridge we kissed &lt;br /&gt;And although I ended up with sore lips &lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't like the old days anymore &lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't like those days &lt;br /&gt;Am I still ill ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;Am I still ill ? &lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the body rule the mind &lt;br /&gt;Or does the mind rule the body ? &lt;br /&gt;I don´t know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why, and I'll die &lt;br /&gt;Oh, ask me why, and I'll die &lt;br /&gt;And if you must, go to work - tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Well, if I were you I really wouldn't bother &lt;br /&gt;For there are brighter sides to life &lt;br /&gt;And I should know, because I've seen them &lt;br /&gt;But not very often ...&lt;br /&gt;Under the iron bridge we kissed &lt;br /&gt;And although I ended up with sore lips &lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't like the old days anymore &lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't like those days &lt;br /&gt;Am I still ill ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I still ill ? &lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-613686865183864666?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/613686865183864666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/613686865183864666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-still-ill.html' title='The Smiths: Still Ill'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8175847347469537998</id><published>2008-02-11T12:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:46:52.512Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hand That Rocks The Cradle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: The Hand That Rocks The Cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: The Hand That Rocks The Cradle&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: The Smiths - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gq19VsaqIZg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gq19VsaqIZg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;For the ghost and the storm outside&lt;br /&gt;Will not invade this sacred shrine&lt;br /&gt;Nor infiltrate your mind&lt;br /&gt;My life down I shall lie&lt;br /&gt;If the bogey-man should try&lt;br /&gt;To play tricks on your sacred mind&lt;br /&gt;To tease, torment, and tantalise&lt;br /&gt;Wavering shadows loom&lt;br /&gt;A piano plays in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight&lt;br /&gt;And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be by your side&lt;br /&gt;For you are all that matters&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you to till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;There never need be longing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine&lt;br /&gt;Ceiling shadows shimmy by&lt;br /&gt;And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey&lt;br /&gt;There's sadness in your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes&lt;br /&gt;My life down I shall lie&lt;br /&gt;Should restless spirits try&lt;br /&gt;To play tricks on your sacred mind&lt;br /&gt;I once had a child, and it saved my life&lt;br /&gt;And I never even asked his name&lt;br /&gt;I just looked into his wondrous eyes&lt;br /&gt;And said : "never never never again"&lt;br /&gt;And all too soon I did return&lt;br /&gt;Just like a moth to a flame&lt;br /&gt;So rattle my bones all over the stones&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns&lt;br /&gt;Oh, see how words as old as sin&lt;br /&gt;Fit me like a glove&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and here I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Together we lie, together we pray&lt;br /&gt;There never need be longing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine&lt;br /&gt;As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;br /&gt;Climb up on my knee, sonny boy&lt;br /&gt;Although you're only three, sonny boy&lt;br /&gt;You're - you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And your mother she just never knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your mother ...&lt;br /&gt;As long ... as long ... as long&lt;br /&gt;I did my best for her&lt;br /&gt;I did my best for her&lt;br /&gt;As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long&lt;br /&gt;I did my best for her&lt;br /&gt;I did my best for her&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-8175847347469537998?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8175847347469537998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8175847347469537998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-hand-that-rocks-cradle.html' title='The Smiths: The Hand That Rocks The Cradle'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8584692115350289607</id><published>2008-02-11T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:40:24.748Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Girls Make Graves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Pretty Girls Make Graves</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 4: Pretty Girls Make Graves&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves (12.07.83) Derby Assembly Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8D6ZgSWtJrI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8D6ZgSWtJrI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the sand, upon the bay &lt;br /&gt;"There is a quick and easy way" you say &lt;br /&gt;Before you illustrate &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather state : &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the man you think I am &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the man you think I am" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sorrow's native son &lt;br /&gt;He will not smile for anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pretty Girls Make Graves &lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the pier, end of the bay &lt;br /&gt;You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust, &lt;br /&gt;Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll &lt;br /&gt;Soon be dust ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not the man you think I am &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the man you think I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sorrow's native son &lt;br /&gt;He will not rise for anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pretty Girls Make Graves &lt;br /&gt;Oh really ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been wild and I could have &lt;br /&gt;Been free &lt;br /&gt;But Nature played this trick on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants it Now &lt;br /&gt;And she will not wait &lt;br /&gt;But she's too rough &lt;br /&gt;And I'm too delicate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the sand &lt;br /&gt;Another man, he takes her hand &lt;br /&gt;A smile lights up her stupid face &lt;br /&gt;(and well, it would) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith in Womanhood &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith in Womanhood &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith ... &lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.sing365.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-8584692115350289607?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8584692115350289607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8584692115350289607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-pretty-girls-make-graves.html' title='The Smiths: Pretty Girls Make Graves'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1493363844678014594</id><published>2008-02-11T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:40:03.330Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miserable Lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Miserable Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: Miserable Lie&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Miserable Lie (Paris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffqXd0n4PW8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffqXd0n4PW8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Miserable Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with your own kind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something against us&lt;br /&gt;It's not time&lt;br /&gt;It's not time&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need hardly say&lt;br /&gt;How much I love your casual way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but please put your tongue away&lt;br /&gt;A little higher and we're well away&lt;br /&gt;The dark nights are drawing in&lt;br /&gt;And your humour is as black as them&lt;br /&gt;I look at yours, you laugh at mine&lt;br /&gt;And "love" is just a miserable lie&lt;br /&gt;You have destroyed my flower-like life&lt;br /&gt;Not once - twice&lt;br /&gt;You have corrupt my innocent mind&lt;br /&gt;Not once - twice&lt;br /&gt;I know the wind-swept mystical air&lt;br /&gt;It means: I'd like to see your underwear&lt;br /&gt;I recognise that mystical air&lt;br /&gt;It means: I'd like to seize your underwear&lt;br /&gt;What do we get for our trouble and pain?&lt;br /&gt;Just a rented room in Whalley Range&lt;br /&gt;What do we get for our trouble and pain?&lt;br /&gt;...Whalley Range!&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of the criminal world&lt;br /&gt;I followed her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever looks at me twice&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever looks at me twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The whole world&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The whole world&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.seeklyrics.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-1493363844678014594?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1493363844678014594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1493363844678014594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-miserable-lie.html' title='The Smiths: Miserable Lie'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-3604193103995663292</id><published>2008-02-10T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:39:03.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;ve Got Everything Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: You've Got Everything Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 2: You've Got Everything Now&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - You've Got Everything Now&lt;br /&gt;Live at the Hacienda, Manchester, 6 July 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqukPY7kasg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqukPY7kasg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - You've Got Everything Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As merry as the days were long&lt;br /&gt;"i am right and you are wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the old grey school&lt;br /&gt;I would win and you would lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've got everything now&lt;br /&gt;You've got everything now&lt;br /&gt;And what a terrible mess i've made of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a mess i've made of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i've never had a job&lt;br /&gt;Because i've never wanted one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you smile&lt;br /&gt;But i've never heard you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is rich and who is poor ?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say ... oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you are your mother's only son&lt;br /&gt;And you're a desperate one&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be seen ... oh ... in the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendship sadly lost ?&lt;br /&gt;Well this is true ... and yet, it's false&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did i ever tell you, by the way ?&lt;br /&gt;I never did like your face&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've got everything now&lt;br /&gt;You've got everything now&lt;br /&gt;And what a terrible mess i've made of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a mess i've made of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i've never had a job&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm too shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you smile&lt;br /&gt;But i've never really heard you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is rich and who is poor ?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say ... oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;You are your mother's only son&lt;br /&gt;And you're a desperate one&lt;br /&gt;Oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be tied ... oh ... to the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;To the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;To the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;To the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;The back of your car&lt;br /&gt;The back of your car&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... the back of your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.lyricsfreak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-3604193103995663292?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3604193103995663292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/3604193103995663292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-youve-got-everything-now.html' title='The Smiths: You&apos;ve Got Everything Now'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-8149606032842884766</id><published>2008-02-10T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:37:54.923Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reel Around the Fountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Reel Around the Fountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699776210023074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="The Smiths" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s200/Capas+The+Smiths.gif" border="0" /&gt;Album: The Smiths (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Length: 45:36&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 1: Reel Around the Fountain&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Reel Around the Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05wd1FJ6GCE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05wd1FJ6GCE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Reel Around the Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time the tale was told&lt;br /&gt;of how you took a child&lt;br /&gt;and you made him old&lt;br /&gt;Reel around the fountain&lt;br /&gt;slap me on the patio&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it now&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes with you&lt;br /&gt;well, I wouldn't say no&lt;br /&gt;people said that you were virtually dead&lt;br /&gt;and they were so wrong&lt;br /&gt;fifteen minutes with you&lt;br /&gt;well, i wouldn't say no&lt;br /&gt;people said that you were easily led&lt;br /&gt;and they were half-right&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about you last night&lt;br /&gt;and i fell out of bed twice&lt;br /&gt;you can pin and mount me like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;but take me to the haven of your bed&lt;br /&gt;was something that you never said&lt;br /&gt;two lumps, please&lt;br /&gt;you're the bee's knees&lt;br /&gt;but so am I&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the fountain&lt;br /&gt;shove me on the patio&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it slowly&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes with you&lt;br /&gt;oh I wouldn't say no&lt;br /&gt;people see no worth in you&lt;br /&gt;oh but I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.lyricsfreak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-8149606032842884766?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8149606032842884766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/8149606032842884766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-reel-around-fountain.html' title='The Smiths: Reel Around the Fountain'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BAk9FQMqI/AAAAAAAACMc/5tN0UCj84wM/s72-c/Capas+The+Smiths.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-1576219129104084868</id><published>2008-02-10T23:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:42:17.610Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven Knows I&apos;m Miserable Now'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7LIstFQMzI/AAAAAAAACNg/yRF4JMZJhi0/s200/Single+Heaven+Knows.gif" border="0" alt="The Smiths: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166412392888808242" /&gt;Single: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mfk9gKomZE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mfk9gKomZE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;But heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then i found a job&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Why do i give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't care if i live or die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers entwined pass me by&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a job, and then i found a job&lt;br /&gt;And heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do i give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;To people who don't care if i live or die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she asked of me at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Caligula would have blushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you've been in the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;And i (naturally) fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Why do i smile&lt;br /&gt;At people who i'd much rather kick in the eye ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour&lt;br /&gt;But heaven knows i'm miserable now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you've been in the house too long" she said&lt;br /&gt;And i (naturally) fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do i give valuable time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.lyricsfreak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-1576219129104084868?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1576219129104084868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/1576219129104084868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-heaven-knows-im-miserable-now.html' title='The Smiths: Heaven Knows I&apos;m Miserable Now'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7LIstFQMzI/AAAAAAAACNg/yRF4JMZJhi0/s72-c/Single+Heaven+Knows.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436446320173203968.post-6546391916682335047</id><published>2008-02-10T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:43:44.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Charming Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album: The Smiths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Smiths: This Charming Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166408574662882082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7LFOdFQMyI/AAAAAAAACNY/ingqwRIP9aU/s200/Single+This+Charming+Man.gif" border="0" /&gt;Single: This Charming Man (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Produced by John Porter&lt;br /&gt;Label: Rough Trade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Johnny Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: The Smiths - This Charming Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="410"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGnjrTkv1gs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGnjrTkv1gs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: The Smiths - This Charming Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctured bicycle&lt;br /&gt;On a hillside desolate&lt;br /&gt;Will nature make a man of me yet ?&lt;br /&gt;When in this charming car&lt;br /&gt;This charming man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pamper life's complexities&lt;br /&gt;When the leather runs smooth&lt;br /&gt;On the passenger seat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt;This man said "it's gruesome&lt;br /&gt;That someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumped-up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt;He said "return the rings"&lt;br /&gt;He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt;This man said "it's gruesome&lt;br /&gt;That someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, da-da, da-da, da-da, this charming man ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jumped-up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt;He said "return the ring"&lt;br /&gt;He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: www.lyricsfreak.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436446320173203968-6546391916682335047?l=thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6546391916682335047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436446320173203968/posts/default/6546391916682335047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesmiths-videos.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiths-this-charming-man.html' title='The Smiths: This Charming Man'/><author><name>Teorias</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7BcxdFQMsI/AAAAAAAACMo/seWATqQqvWA/S220/avatarpequeno.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tF8L0ZfPN0/R7LFOdFQMyI/AAAAAAAACNY/ingqwRIP9aU/s72-c/Single+This+Charming+Man.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
