...because I had read that 'The Hissing of Summer Lawns' is one of Morrissey's favourites. But I'm shocked. It's jazzy. Now I don't mind a bit of jazz (I own Chet Baker and Charlie Parker CDs) but this Joni Mitchell Jazz-folk-pop fusion is something I'd NEVER associate with Morrissey. I guess he's more interested in the lyrical content music than the music. Anyone else have this record?

Sometimes I just feel like
Quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough to steal from the real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Somethin ain't right
Hit the breaklights
In case of the stage fright
Draw on the blank light
(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl)
And I clam up (SMASH!)
I just slam shut
I just can't do it
My whole manhood's just been stripped
I've just been ripped
So I must been dipped
Or the bustin split
Man fuck this shit yo
I'm goin the fuck home
Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

(Chorus)
I'm a man
I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks man
I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Rd.)
And I'm gone
I don't like where I'm goin
Sorry mama I've grown
I must travel alone
Ain't no followin no footsteps
I'm makin my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.

Walkin these traintracks
Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
To the same plant
In the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move A.S.A.P.
Get a new plan
Mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister
She don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset
Cuz I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I aint growin two nuts yet
Don't gotta rap my step
Don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much man
I'm just tryin to do what's best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell a lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in a regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie
Wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dog
I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her
Kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby
I'm never too far
But yo, I gotta get out there
The only way I know
And I'ma do that for you
On the second that I blow
On everything I own
I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Rd.

(Chorus)

Ya gotta live it to feel it
If you didn't you wouldn't get it
We'll see what the big deal is
Why it wasn't, it still is
To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit
It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity
You'd never even see
But it's everything to me
It's my credibility
You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met an MC
Who's incredible and on the same pedistal as me
But check
Still unsigned
Havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes
Go to work
And servin MC's in the lunch line
But when it come's crunch time
Where do my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow?
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlit
I'm startin to doubt shit
I'm feelin a little scepticle
Of who I hang out with
I look like a bum
Yo my clothes ain't about shit
At the Salvation Army
Tryin to salvage an outfit
And it's cold
Tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up
And one thing I don't want
Is pity from no one
The city is no fun
There is no sun
And it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
Being torn in my limbs
By each one of my friends
Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
What I'm doin, I just blow
My head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
But I've learned
It's time for me to U-Turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
Ain't no fallin
No next time
I meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid
Or be immature
I've got every ingredient
All I need is the courage
Like I already got to beat
All I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly its a surge
Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders
Three in the third
I am no longer scared now
I'm free as a bird
And I turn and cross over
The median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.

(Chorus)

> Man fuck this shit yo

Hmm...can't say I've ever heard Morrissey THAT! lol Those are some really profound lyrics yo.

Alright, you got me there, but still, it's a great song, and at least it's saying *something.* No one says anything in their lyrics nowadays. "It's a certain significant certificate of authenticity."

> Hmm...can't say I've ever heard Morrissey THAT! lol Those are some really
> profound lyrics yo.

Did you get the email? Just curious.

I didn't put it on this board because I know 10,000,000 people will ask for a copy and I only have 1 extra.

PCP...the last song on the last good Manics album. Its so sad what happened to them...

> Did you get the email? Just curious.

> I didn't put it on this board because I know 10,000,000 people will ask
> for a copy and I only have 1 extra.

*snicker*

i completely don't mind if you give your exclusive DVD copy of Life With Morrissey to somebody else.

somebody else will get the extra one, then

wow... I thought that would settle everything... I was wrong

I wish you well

> somebody else will get the extra one, then

> wow... I thought that would settle everything... I was wrong

> I wish you well

think of it as preserving art for others.

you send it to me, i'd send it back in a salt shaker, finally granulated for flavoring your fries.

i don't have a DVD player. what else am i going to do with it?

If you are truly interested there is a way to do it

you have my email

> Sometimes I just feel like
> Quittin I still might
> Why do I put up this fight?
> Why do I still write?
> Sometimes it's hard enough to steal from the real life
> Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
> And show these people what my level of skill's like
> But I'm still white
> Sometimes I just hate life
> Somethin ain't right
> Hit the breaklights
> In case of the stage fright
> Draw on the blank light
> (Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides
> crawl)
> And I clam up (SMASH!)
> I just slam shut
> I just can't do it
> My whole manhood's just been stripped
> I've just been ripped
> So I must been dipped
> Or the bustin split
> Man fuck this shit yo
> I'm goin the fuck home
> Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road

> (Chorus)
> I'm a man
> I'ma make a new plan
> Time for me to stand up and travel new land
> Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands
> Once I'm over these tracks man
> I'ma never look back
> (8 Mile Rd.)
> And I'm gone
> I don't like where I'm goin
> Sorry mama I've grown
> I must travel alone
> Ain't no followin no footsteps
> I'm makin my own
> Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.

> Walkin these traintracks
> Tryin to regain back the spirit I have
> 'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)
> To the same plant
> In the same pants
> Tryin to chase rap
> Gotta move A.S.A.P.
> Get a new plan
> Mama's got a new man
> Poor little baby sister
> She don't understand
> Sits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the pad
> And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
> While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
> Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
> Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
> But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad
> Sometimes I get upset
> Cuz I ain't blew up yet
> It's like I grew up, but I aint growin two nuts yet
> Don't gotta rap my step
> Don't got enough pep
> The pressure's too much man
> I'm just tryin to do what's best
> And I try
> Sit alone and I cry
> Yo I won't tell a lie
> Not a moment goes by
> That I don't pray to the sky
> Please I'm beggin you God
> Please don't let me be pigeon holed in a regular job
> Yo I hope you can hear me homie
> Wherever you are
> Yo I'm tellin you dog
> I'm bailin this trailor tomorrow
> Tell my mother I love her
> Kiss baby sister goodbye
> Say whenever you need me baby
> I'm never too far
> But yo, I gotta get out there
> The only way I know
> And I'ma do that for you
> On the second that I blow
> On everything I own
> I'll make it on my own
> Off to work I go
> Back to this 8 Mile Rd.

> (Chorus)

> Ya gotta live it to feel it
> If you didn't you wouldn't get it
> We'll see what the big deal is
> Why it wasn't, it still is
> To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit
> It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity
> You'd never even see
> But it's everything to me
> It's my credibility
> You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met an MC
> Who's incredible and on the same pedistal as me
> But check
> Still unsigned
> Havin a rough time
> Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes
> Go to work
> And servin MC's in the lunch line
> But when it come's crunch time
> Where do my punch lines go?
> Who must I show?
> To bust my flow?
> Where must I go?
> Who must I know?
> Or am I just another crab in the bucket
> Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it
> Maybe I need a new outlit
> I'm startin to doubt shit
> I'm feelin a little scepticle
> Of who I hang out with
> I look like a bum
> Yo my clothes ain't about shit
> At the Salvation Army
> Tryin to salvage an outfit
> And it's cold
> Tryin to travel this road
> Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode
> My defenses are so up
> And one thing I don't want
> Is pity from no one
> The city is no fun
> There is no sun
> And it's so dark
> Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
> Being torn in my limbs
> By each one of my friends
> Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin
> Sometimes I feel like a robot
> Sometimes I just know not
> What I'm doin, I just blow
> My head is a stove top
> I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
> Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
> But I've learned
> It's time for me to U-Turn
> Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
> Ain't no fallin
> No next time
> I meet a new girl
> I can no longer play stupid
> Or be immature
> I've got every ingredient
> All I need is the courage
> Like I already got to beat
> All I need is the words
> Got the urge
> Suddenly its a surge
> Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured
> Time to show these free world leaders
> Three in the third
> I am no longer scared now
> I'm free as a bird
> And I turn and cross over
> The median curb
> Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.

> (Chorus)
-----------Dont do this please shut up

> PCP...the last song on the last good Manics album.

Presumably, you rate the two preceeding albums more highly than Everything Must Go. Are you of the post-richie-manics-sold-out ilk or are you just deaf?

goodbye, mud.

and don't send that thing to me. period.

> think of it as preserving art for others. you send it to me, i'd send it >back in a salt shaker, finally granulated
> for flavoring your fries.

Suzanne rocks!

Just to play along- the latest Chili Peppers. The last couple albums I've bought are so horribly mainstream. I do like the "mature" Peppers though, and I think the album is "Best of the Year" material.

Tori Amos - 'Here In My Head'

if you send it to my work address as your email offered (thanks for researching the address of where i work by the way), i guarantee that because of what department i'm in, that even though it has my name on it, they'll see that its a tape, assume that its something for station use, and it will be opened by other people.

I think most Moz fans know that Morrissey would think Eminem a thug (not in the 'cool' way) and his music 'vile.'

The love of Wilde,

Pash

....and I'm Welsh, too...... Christ, between the Manic Street Screechers and the Stereochronics, Welsh music is in a terrible state. Thank God for the Super Furry Animals.

> Presumably, you rate the two preceeding albums more highly than Everything
> Must Go. Are you of the post-richie-manics-sold-out ilk or are you just
> deaf?