An eerie piano ramble to kick off their final album. Another Seventies glam homage, nicking the T. An anthem for every pretentious famewhore poseur who ever decided it was time to quit the day job and become a legend.
One of those classic Morrissey did-he-really-say-that? In the fall of , this single was a turning point, a warning that these handsome devils were about to blow through the roof. Morrissey confessed that behind all his hatred, there was a plundering desire for love. And behind that, more hatred. They included it on The Queen Is Dead , even though it was already eight months old — it was just too good to leave out.
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And what a proto-Taylor-Swiftian hook it is. More stealing, more lying. Hand it over! Pictorial Press Ltd. Share on Facebook Share on Twitter. Load Previous. An acoustic lament for childhood innocence, wearing out its welcome within 30 seconds.
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The whole day is long enough, but the evening is longer. It is not here like it was in your house opposite, when your father and mother talked so cheerfully together, while you and all the dear children made such a delightful noise. Do you think he gets any kisses? Do you think he ever has friendly looks, or a Christmas tree?
He will have nothing now but the grave.
Oh, I cannot bear it. Then the old man came back with a pleasant face; and brought with him beautiful preserved fruits, as well as apples and nuts; and the little boy thought no more of the tin soldier. How happy and delighted the little boy was; and after he returned home, and while days and weeks passed, a great deal of nodding took place from one house to the other, and then the little boy went to pay another visit.
There is the little boy. Let me go to the wars, and lose an arm or a leg, that would be some change; I cannot bear it. I have had visits from mine, and you may believe me it is not altogether pleasant.
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I was very nearly jumping from the shelf. I saw you all in your house opposite, as if you were really present. It was Sunday morning, and you children stood round the table, singing the hymn that you sing every morning. You were standing quietly, with your hands folded, and your father and mother. You were standing quietly, with your hands folded, and your father and mother were looking just as serious, when the door opened, and your little sister Maria, who is not two years old, was brought into the room.
You know she always dances when she hears music and singing of any sort; so she began to dance immediately, although she ought not to have done so, but she could not get into the right time because the tune was so slow; so she stood first on one leg and then on the other, and bent her head very low, but it would not suit the music. You all stood looking very grave, although it was very difficult to do so, but I laughed so to myself that I fell down from the table, and got a bruise, which is there still; I know it was not right to laugh. So all this, and everything else that I have seen, keeps running in my head, and these must be the old recollections that bring so many thoughts with them.
Tell me whether you still sing on Sundays, and tell me about your little sister Maria, and how my old comrade is, the other tin soldier. Ah, really he must be very happy; I cannot endure this life. Rouge-pots, scent-boxes, and old cards, so large and so richly gilded, that none are ever seen like them in these days. And there were smaller boxes to look at, and the piano was opened, and inside the lid were painted landscapes. But when the old man played, the piano sounded quite out of tune. I will go to the wars!
Where could he have fallen? The old man searched, and the little boy searched, but he was gone, and could not be found.