MISERABLE LIE

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I'll stay with mine

There's something against us
It's not time
It's not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I know I need hardly say
How much I love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And "love" is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once - twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once - twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means : I'd like to see your underwear
I recognise that mystical air
It means : I'd like to seize your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
Just a rented room in Whalley Range
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
...Whalley Range !
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her ...

I need advice, I need advice
I need advice, I need advice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice

I'm just a country-mile behind
The world

I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...

I'm just a country-mile behind
The world

I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...

Take me when you go
Oh oh, oh...

Take me when you go
Oh oh, oh ...

I need advice, I need advice


Starting off with a lilting Marr-trademark guitar backing, this song quickly collapses into an unsuccessful rock-out. After a ranting speech, Morrissey finishes the final section of the song in a rather rusty falsetto. Although this track in particular was popular live, it just doesn't work on record, where the intensity of the song doesn't come across as it should.
The beginning section contains one of my favourite lyric snippets - the ambiguous wordplay of the line "There's something against us ... it's not time" is just wonderful. The way it discounts what apparently is the most likely opponent to "us" is perfect. The rest of the lyrics are less successful really, with the cringeworthy song title, the pantomime underwear puns, and the clumsy rhyming of "them" with "in".
By the way, Whalley Range is a particularly unpleasant area of South Manchester where Linder co-habited with Morrissey.

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