OUR FRANK

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Give me a cigarette
God give me patience
Just no more conversation

Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colours blend

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They just bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you ?
Now will you just give over ?
The world may be ending
But look, I'm only human

So, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
All over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the two colours blend, my friend
Won't somebody help ?

Won't somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
About everything
Oh, somebody
From thinking all the time
So deeply, so bleakly ?
So bleakly all the time
About everything ? (Who I am, how I ever got here)
Somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
So bleakly, so bleakly
So bleakly all the time


    Morrissey begins one of his most criticised albums in fine lyrical form with this whimsical tale of tiring of endless introspection. The theme seems to purposefully go against the grain of the whole Morrissey ethos - his petulantly impatient "Give it a rest, won't you ?" rankles against his endless self-obsessive communications of old. The closing verse soon reveals the truth, however. Morrissey is in fact still in the same situation he always was; introspective to the point of self-destruction. His bravado in the first parts of the song, where he seemingly hedonistically demands drink and cigarettes, totally out of character, quickly disappears through his navel.
    The last verse is particularly cleverly constructed. It could be considered that he saying several different things: Won't somebody stop me ?, Won't somebody stop me from thinking ?, Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time ?, Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything ?, and Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything so bleakly ?
    This layered approach to the final verse provides an interesting contradiction to the poppy musical approach of the song.

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