“certain rare songs seem to have the ability to not just mentally but almost physically transport me into the time I first obsessively listened to them, and this is one of the worst.”
certain rare songs seem to have the ability to not just mentally but almost physically transport me into the time I first obsessively listened to them, and this is one of the worst.
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time?
(I really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time?
(I really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children?
Oh, I don't know
All I do know is we're here and it's now
been talking a lot about all those torrid '50s-early '60s melodramas i ate up in my youth, stuff like splendor in the grass and rebel without a cause and douglas sirk and miller- and albee- and o'neill- and williams-based adaptations (and not the same era mind, but picnic at hanging rock too). so of course, this is fitting. morrissey was obviously always affected by these things too (all those references to elizabeth smart's love affair memoirs! and shelagh delaney's adolescent pregnancy plays...).
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