How many song titles can you spot?

nick

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See if you can guess how many Morrissey song titles are mentioned in this post. i will post the answer tomorrow.

"Try not to sound sound too disapointed everybody , but i have been out of the loop since the operation on my left shoulder in Mexico on November the 2nd of last year (which has been very difficult for a southpaw like myself) because certain people I know (who shall remain nameless) didn't keep me up to date with Morrissey news while I was gone and i feel totally lost but i'm not sorry becase i'm back now mostly because well, you know, i couldn't last another day without checking out Morrissey solo for the lastest news while sitting in front of my computer in my boxers. So, if anyone can oblige me, I'd love to know if Morrissey has any new songs out. And before you say "Why don't you find out for yourself?" you must please remember that i am a simple human being and my love life is in shambles so Morrissey solo is all I've got. That's entertainment to me - checking out the forums here. Goodnight and thank you.

Nick,
Redondo beach, CA
 
See if you can guess how many Morrissey song titles are mentioned in this post. i will post the answer tomorrow.

"Try not to sound sound too disapointed everybody , but i have been out of the loop since the operation on my left shoulder in Mexico on November the 2nd of last year (which has been very difficult for a southpaw like myself) because certain people I know (who shall remain nameless) didn't keep me up to date with Morrissey news while I was gone and i feel totally lost but i'm not sorry becase i'm back now mostly because well, you know, i couldn't last another day without checking out Morrissey solo for the lastest news while sitting in front of my computer in my boxers. So, if anyone can oblige me, I'd love to know if Morrissey has any new songs out. And before you say "Why don't you find out for yourself?" you must please remember that i am a simple human being and my love life is in shambles so Morrissey solo is all I've got. That's entertainment to me - checking out the forums here. Goodnight and thank you.

Nick,
Redondo beach, CA

1 got 16
 
17 - you left out you must please remember


EDIT: nevermind, scarlet ibis beat me to it and found another

There is a ginormous section of my brain devoted to all things Morrissey. It's taking up precious space that could have been used for memorizing impressive quotes, creating beautiful art or learning rocket science.
 
I got 18, have I missed any?

I don't want to say what I got in case I ruin the game for anybody else. By the way it was a very fun game to play :) My dad only got 15 which makes it even better !
 
18 so far
 
See if you can guess how many Morrissey song titles are mentioned in this post. i will post the answer tomorrow.

"Try not to sound sound too disapointed everybody , but i have been out of the loop since the operation on my left shoulder in Mexico on November the 2nd of last year (which has been very difficult for a southpaw like myself) because certain people I know (who shall remain nameless) didn't keep me up to date with Morrissey news while I was gone and i feel totally lost but i'm not sorry becase i'm back now mostly because well, you know, i couldn't last another day without checking out Morrissey solo for the lastest news while sitting in front of my computer in my boxers. So, if anyone can oblige me, I'd love to know if Morrissey has any new songs out. And before you say "Why don't you find out for yourself?" you must please remember that i am a simple human being and my love life is in shambles so Morrissey solo is all I've got. That's entertainment to me - checking out the forums here. Goodnight and thank you.

Nick,
Redondo beach, CA

there are 19
 
But wait...are "Human Being", "That's Entertainment", and "Redondo Beach" Morrissey song titles?
 
Pedantic Worm, pedantic :p
glad you said it first.

i got 18,
and this is great BTW... :D
 
Because I am bored and this thread reminded me of an old post, I dug this out of the archives. Don't flay me for quoting myself.





"I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. Irish blood, English heart. Raised on Prisoner's Aid on the high-rise estates. Captain of games, solid-framed, head in the clouds. I was a good kid, with a preference for making things worse-- in a belted coat I secretly knew I hadn't a clue. I was faceless, I was fawning, a child from those ugly new houses. Call me morbid, call me pale, a jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place. A twisted child on a swing...stop me if you think you've heard this one before. Something went wrong, and I know I'm not to blame!

Women. Emotional air-raids exhausted my heart. I lost my faith in womanhood. Ordinary girls, happy knowing nothing! Spineless bastards all. They said, "Would you like to marry me? And if you like you can buy the ring". An engagement ring doesn't mean a thing to a mind consumed by brass (money). Love is natural and real but most people keep their brains between their legs. (Me without clothes? I'm packed-- but you know, I keep mine hidden.) No, no, no, no, no, no. Love is just a miserable lie. If you don't know this, what do you know?

The pressure to change and move on was strange and very strong. If you're wondering why, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town. Whalley Range. Each household appliance is like a new science in my town. It's really laughable. With a soul full of loathing I left the North, I traveled South. I got confused and killed a horse (do you know how animals die?). London, giddy London, under slate gray Victorian skies, where taxi drivers never stop talking. The streets are crammed with things, eager to be held. There's music and there's people who are young and alive. I booked myself in at the YWCA. I said, "At last I am born".

There were bad times. Alcoholic afternoons, low-lights and long nights. The depths of the criminal world. I stole and I lied. I drank too much. My love life, the grime of the Earth: a tattooed boy from Birkenhead, a buck-toothed girl, accountants, taxmen, uniformed whores (Bunny I loved you!), a shy, bald Buddhist. So many illustrations...on the flesh rampage, 4:00 am, Northside Clapham Common. Behind the home for the blind. On cold leather seats, a friendship sadly lost. A strange dust, mammary glands, mouth full of pie (I ended up with sore lips). Under the iron bridge. That November, starved of mirth, I took strange pills all around Sloane Square, stoned to death. (Used to be a sweet boy-- hair brushed and parted, I never even knew what drugs were!)

I can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible.

Now it's twelve years on. Armed with wealth and the best of health I came back to my old city with fierce determination. Churchillian legs, hair barely there. There's a wild man in my head. I'm so glad to grow older, move away from those awful times. But I just can't find my place in this world. I haven't had a dream in a long time-- life is very long when you're lonely. I wear black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside. I don't dwell on what I'm missing. The woman of my dreams, well, there never was one. I will live my life as I will undoubtedly die, alone.

Yes, let the old dreams die: we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore. Dreams have a knack of just not coming true! Seems so unfair I want to cry.

This is true, and yet it's false. My faith in love is still devout. I can't help the way I feel. I'm only human, with powder kegs between my legs. I ask myself, "Nature is a language, can't you read"? I know it's gonna happen someday. To someone, somewhere, alma matters. I want to live, and I want to love. It's crap, I know-- my only mistake is I keep hoping-- and I'm ashamed of myself, as usual (that's the story of my life).

Deeper into the fog I fall, just like a moth to a light that never goes out. Jesus. I'll never learn."
 
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