Morrissey school project, looking for help.

Sophie

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Hello.. I'm a 17 year old girl from Denmark, and i'm a huge fan of Morrissey, solo and smiths. I know this is my first thread but I really hope to get some response. I'm currently working on a projekt in school about Morrissey and his placement in British rock as well as in his environment and society. I'm going to mention his past in the Smiths and characterize his work by analysing his lyrics and music and the interplay between these two.
I don’t have the best conditions but I would be very happy if you would help me to pick out about three of his songs which in the best way can answer my problem. It would be great if the songs could touch subjects as immigration, subcultures, Thatcher, etc.
Thanks!
 
Hello.. I'm a 17 year old girl from Denmark, and i'm a huge fan of Morrissey, solo and smiths. I know this is my first thread but I really hope to get some response. I'm currently working on a projekt in school about Morrissey and his placement in British rock as well as in his environment and society. I'm going to mention his past in the Smiths and characterize his work by analysing his lyrics and music and the interplay between these two.
I don’t have the best conditions but I would be very happy if you would help me to pick out about three of his songs which in the best way can answer my problem. It would be great if the songs could touch subjects as immigration, subcultures, Thatcher, etc.
Thanks!

If I were you I would select
National Front Disco:
"David, the wind blows
The wind blows ...
Bits of your life away
Your friends all say ...
"Where is our boy ? Oh, we've lost our boy"
But they should know
Where you've gone
Because again and again you've explained that
You're going to ...

Oh, you're going to ...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
England for the English !
England for the English !

David, the winds blow
The winds blow ...
All of my dreams away
And I still say :
"Where is our boy ? Ah, we've lost our boy"
But I should know
Why you've gone
Because again and again you've explained
You've gone to the ...

National, ah ...
To the National ..
There's a country; you don't live there
But one day you would like to
And if you show them what you're made of
Oh, then you might do ...

But David, we wonder
We wonder if the thunder
Is ever really gonna begin
Begin, begin
Your mom says :
"I've lost my boy"
But she should know
Why you've gone
Because again and again you've explained
You've gone to the :

National
To the National
To the National Front Disco
Because you want the day to come sooner
You want the day to come sooner
You want the day to come sooner
When you've settled the score

Oh, the National
Oh, the National
Oh, the National
Oh, the National"


Margaret On The Guillotine
"The kind people
have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
because people like you
make me feel so tired
when will you die?
when will you die?
when will you die?
when will you die?
when will you die?
because people like you
make me feel so old inside
please die
and kind people
do not shelter this dream
make it real
make the dream real
make the dream real
make it real


We'll Let You Know:
"How sad are we ?
And how sad have we been ?
We'll let you know
We'll let you know
Oh, but only if - you're really interested

You wonder how
We've stayed alive 'till now
We'll let you know
We'll let you know
But only if - you're really interested

We're all smiles
Then, honest, I swear, it's the turnstiles
That make us hostile
Oh ...

We will descend
On anyone unable to defend
Themselves
Oh ...

And the songs we sing
They're not supposed to mean a thing
La, la, la, la ...

Oh ...
You're lonely
Oh ... you're lonely
Oh ...
GET OFF THE ROOF !
Oh ...

Your Arsenal !

We may seem cold, or
We may even be
The most depressing people you've ever known
At heart, what's left, we sadly know
That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know
We are the last truly British people you will ever know"


Love PTxx.
 
The above three all display those subjects considered controversial, especially in a contemporary British society and therefore in British music.

Pehaps you could impress by using the kind of rare B-Side:

This Is Not Your Country
Road blocks and fire
Barb wire upon barb wire
This is not your country

Armoured cars, corrugated scars
Grafitti scrawls:
"This is not your country"


Home sweet fortress
Gunshot - we hate your kind
Get back !
This is not your country


I need some air
And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned:
"Born and raised ?"
But this is not my country


We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
One child shot, but so what ?


Laid my son
In a box, three feet long
And I still don't know why


A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared
In my own country


We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
Everybody's under control
Of our surveillance globes


We're old news
All's well
And thirty years could be a thousand
And this Peugeot ad
Spins round in my head
British soldier pointing a gun
And I'm only trying to post a letter
A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared


Old news
All's well
BBC scum
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth


Love PTxx.
 
Thanks!
And #Practising Troublemaker, thank you very much for the filtered selection of lyrics. I had a few of them my list so it's nice to be confirmed by your opinions.
 
Bengali in Platforms

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
No no no
He does not want to depress you
Oh no no no no no
He only wants to impress you
Oh..

Bengali in platforms
He only wants to embrace your culture
And to be your friend forever
Forever

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
Oh, shelve your Western plans
And understand
That life is hard enough when you belong here

A silver-studded rim that glistens
And an ankle-star that ... blinds me
A lemon sole so very high
Which only reminds me; to tell you
Break the news gently
Break the news to him gently
"Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them"

Bengali, Bengali
It's the touchy march of time that binds you
Don't blame me
Don't hate me
Just because I'm the one to tell you

That life is hard enough when you belong here
That life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
'Cause life is hard enough when you belong
Life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your Western plans
Oh...
Shelve your best friends
'Cause life is hard when you belong here
Oh...
 
Surprised this hasn't been posted yet!

IRISH BLOOD, ENGLISH HEART
Irish blood, English heart,
this I'm made of.
There is no one on earth
I'm afraid of,
and no regime
can buy or sell me.
--
I've been dreaming of a time when
to be English is not to be BANEFUL,
to be standing by the flag not feeling shameful,
racist or partial.
--
Irish blood, English heart,
this I'm made of.
There is no one on earth
I'm afraid of,
and I will die with both of my hands
untied.
--
I've been dreaming of a time when
the English are sick to DEATH of
Labour,
and Torries,
and SPIT upon the name
OLIVER CROMWELL,
and denounce this royal line which still
salutes him, and will salute him FOREVER.
--



GOOD LUCK AND WELCOME!
 
is it limited on his solo work? if not:

from the smiths days:

the queen is dead
Farewell to this land's cheerless marches
hemmed in like a boar between arches
her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I'm truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing

I say Charles don't you ever crave
to appear on the front of the Daily Mail
dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?

And so I checked all the registered historical facts
and I was shocked into shame to discover
how I'm the 18th pale descendent
of some old queen or other

Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
some nine year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were

So I broke into the Palace
with a sponge and a rusty spanner
she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano"

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
but when you are tied to your mother's apron
no-one talks about castration

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
like love and law and poverty
these are the things that kill me

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
but the rain that flattens my hair
these are the things that kill me

Passed the pub that saps your body
And the church - all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
and it's so lonely on a limb

Pass the pub that wrecks your body
and the church, all they want is your money
the Queen is dead, boys
and it's so lonely on a limb

Life is very long, when you're lonely
life is very long, when you're lonely
life is very long, when you're lonely
life is very long, when you're lonely

i would suggest if you go through the lyrics yourself which you think fitted the best ....
smiths and solo
http://www.oz.net/~moz/lyrics/lyricsin.htm
they also offer a review /interpretation of it-great site anyway

do you want only songs that touches subjects like immigration or do you also want songs that touches subject like unrejected love loneliness etc which is one of his fave subjects and leads to one of his best songs i want he one i cant have

amongst others of course?
 
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...This could go on forever couldn't it?

Asian Rut
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Ooh Asian boy
What are you on ?
Day oh so late
Strangely the sun still shone
Oh Asian boy
What are drugs are you on ?

Oh... strange


Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to take revenge
For the cruel, cold killing
Of his very best friend
Tooled-up Asian boy
Has come to avenge
The cruel, cold killing
Of his only friend


Ha! La, la, la, oh ...


There's peace through our school
It's so quiet in the hall
It's a strange sign for one
Of what's to come
Tough and cold and pale
Oh, they may just impale you on railings
Oh, English boys
It must be wrong
Three against one ?


Oh ...


Brakes slammed, and
His gun jammed, and
As far as I could tell
Brave Asian boy
Was dealt a blow and fell


I'm just passing through here
On my way to somewhere civilised
And maybe I'll even arrive
Maybe I'll even arrive

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One of the songs at the centre of the Morrissey-as-racist debate, probably on the basis of its title alone. Quite absurd, considering the violin player on this track, Nawazish Ali Khan. Morrissey's simple tale of racial hatred is a very strange target for accusations of racism - his careful and sympathetic story-telling is hardly NF material. Morrissey declaims all responsibility explicitly at the end of this song - "I'm just passing through here". The eerie instrumentation adds a chilling overtone to the song; the emphasis is clearly on the oddity of the situation (note the purposeful over-use of "strange").
The symbolism of the sun shining late in the day is not quite obvious; it could be a comment that, even in such a seemingly hopeless scenario such as this, there is always room for humanity to shine through (an idea backed up by the mock-hopeful "Maybe I'll even arrive" in the final verse).

(Thanks to LASID for info.)

Love PTxx.
 
Dont worry about pithy little subjects such as immigration, subcultures or Thatcher.

Concentrate your project around the most fundamental of Morrisseys' observations:

From the ice-age to the dole-age
There is but one concern
I have just discovered :

Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


As Anthony said to Cleopatra
As he opened a crate of ale :


Oh, I say :
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Some girls are bigger than others
Some girls are bigger than others
Some girl's mothers are bigger than
Other girl's mothers


Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
Send me the pillow ...
The one that you dream on ...
And I'll send you mine
 
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