I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine - it owes me a living
But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye
Yet also tender...Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
This is without a doubt one of my favorite Smiths songs. The mix of sour and sweet, if you will, is exactly what made them so special. Johnny Marr's blissful music in contrast to Morrissey's bittersweetly reminiscent words...pure magic.
The Smiths - Still Ill
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1 comment:
yep. banger
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