GLAMOROUS GLUE

First day with the jar
You find
Everyone lies
First day with the jar
You find
Everyone lies, nobody minds

Everyone lies
Where is the man you respect ?
And where is the woman you love ?
Where's the woman you love ?

Third week with the jar
You find
Everything dies
We won't vote Conservative
Because we never have

Everyone lies, everyone lies
Where is the man you respect ?
And where is the woman you love ?
Where's the woman you love ?

Everything of worth
On Earth
Is there
To share

I used to dream, and I used to vow
I wouldn't dream of it now
We look to Los Angeles
For the language we use
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
Now I'm too much in love
I'm too much in love

I know
I'll go
Empty hand
From the land


Morrissey in glam-rock mode, with the influence of the late Mick Ronson in full evidence. Morrissey's theme of the decayed British empire is continued in the next track, but here the savagery is from Moz himself as he bewails the death of English language and culture in the post-empire years. His bitterness towards the lack of anyone worth respect where "everyone lies" and (tellingly) "everything dies" culminates in a sharp attack on his own love of a mythical England. Finally he concludes with the admission that this country can do nothing for him now.
Here I take "jar" to mean the UK colloquialism, referring to a pint of beer as a "jar". Others suggest the word may be "joy"; it's hard to tell.

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