The most impassionate song to a lonely soul is so easily outgrown / But dont forget the songs that made you smile and the songs that made you cry / When you lay in awe on the bedroom floor

is probably my favourite pop song.

Probably changes most days. For today:

Song- What Difference Does It Make?
Lyric- 15 minutes with you, oh, I wouldn't say no

Song...

"Ask"

Lyric...

"Spending warm summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl
In Luxemburg"

http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/3606661#r3606778

for both

all leading up to "i've seen this happen in other people's lives, and now it's happening in mine".

amongst others, obviously.

friday night
i listened to there is a light about twenty times, and did not get sick of it.

i know its a cliche but anyone can identify with a cliche...x

I think about life and I think about death
and neither one particularly appeals to me

the song that starts with 'chugga-ugga-wugga-chugga-wugga-ugga-chugga-wugga' followed by 'nnwwweeeeeeooooooowwwwwww'

"But I've read well and I've heard them said 100 times, maybe less, maybe more."

Every time I hear that line, I think "That'd be much better if it was 'But I'm well-read and I've heard them said...' cos of the internal rhyme that would occur." But then I realise that I'm wrong, and Mozzer's right.

I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But take me to the haven of your bed
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I

Over twenty years since I first heard it and it still sounds amazing. "World tour, media whore, please the press in Belgium, this was your life and when it failed to recoup, well maybe, you just haven't earned it yet baby"

suck on that Hindley

sir leads the troops, jealous of youth
same old suit since 1962
he does the military two-step,
down the nape of my neck
i wanna go home,
i dont want to stay

i always mishear "sir leads the troops" as "sullies the truth" which i think is much better, but then im arguing with morrissey...

also the queen is dead is phenomenally evocative, absurd image after absurd image.

is so agonisingly perfect it hurts.

In particular this segment:

'Your face I can see
And it's desperately kind
But what's at the back of your mind?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile impulses sway'

Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !
Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)

Not exactly sure how much this was going on at the time but the future was predicted pretty well...

it's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind.