Well, Morrissey's lyrics tend to be ambiguous and invite multiple readings, but I don't see these as "objectionable". I would say the "wretched outcast..." part is just the narrator explaining why he joined. The "I'm just a sweet little soldier" chorus is what he tells himself to justify his actions. Then the "call me anything" lines seem to be him beginning to realise the reality of war. I really like the way Morrissey directly addresses the listener here with "I haven't got a clue... have you?" - which implies nobody knows, of course. But anyway all readings are subjective.
At last, Morrissey exhibits insight. Yes, Steven, I have more than a 'clue'. Begin your belated military education with Sun Tzu 'The Art Of War'...but it might 'trigger' your pacifist-snowflake SJW alter, Moarrissey, as it's written by a 'sub-species' Chinaman.
ah, bollocks!....that's it....ZoZo is doing things with this keyboard directing me to do something else...so...
cheers to you all for being such fun sports, especially Moarrissey.....have a great Crimbo, a great 2018, enjoy the album, the shows and whatever else you do, don't take any of this personally. In time you'll find I've altered the contours of your mind in a rather interesting way...
Many thanks to DavidT for hosting all this. I'd love to stay longer but when the Automatic Writing shit kicks off i have to read the stuff in the text buffer and it's really 'farewell', not 'goodbye'.
I *might* do something as a Public Figure 'going forward' but it's unlikely now as vast, oceanic opportunities and commitments have opened up before me, none of which require me ever to need to interact with the physical dimension beyond grocery shopping and doing the family/friends stuff.
Feel free to cast some Shade, babes...but I'm on another level to you all. I'm from a different dimension. Isn't that right, Sleveen-en? You always were full on Paddy numpty but....hope you escape the str8 jacket of fake-fame. Told you the 'monastery' was the path but you wouldn't listen. No judgement. No blame. Existence is only a game......& I'm not sorry...for the thing I've done...i'm not sorry for the things i've said...there's a wild man in my head...etcetera...etcetera...in the midst of life we are in death...
ps: keep this 'bit' under your hats, lads!
For the release of my first & last 45rpm single, I'm planning a 'spectacular' that will eclipse everything that's ever gone before. There will be a bonfire to cast human vanities upon. Pitch-forks. Torches as I'm marched to be burnt at the stake as a witch. As the flames rise, I'll pull a sheaf of papers from beneath my vegan-hemp garments, hold the pages up but not so the camera can capture anything more than a blizzard of randomised coding. Then I'll throw them onto the fire as the filming ends & I go get a beer.. Some will guess but be sure it's a jest. But when I'm dead, I'll leave in my will a forensic audit trail to retrospectively prove I incinerated £1 billion British pounds as a protest against......well, I'll leave that for you all to have some fun with. The minor surplus beyond that will be for the wife/kids. And for the animals....you think I'm spoofing? Place bets on it, then....cause there'll be a lottery draw in the run up with random Bitcoins when the score-balls produce a match....when I'm gone, I think you'll all think...now, that was some PR stunt.....it's the Peaky Blinder-BrummieBoy encoded inside me that I've been mining for nearly a decade....
best wishes to you all, including Morrissey...
A***E aka ZoZo