And when you want to live, how do you start? Where do you go? Who do you need to know?
Behind the hatred there lies...
Must jam The Smiths before my jam becomes unstuck. Did that sound naughty? I was trying to be clever. Nevermind, I digress... Enjoy what appears to be a stoned Morrisey doing his thing. Whatever that thing may be, haha. :)
"How can they look into my eyes and still they don't believe me?" Writing #WicDiv. Entirely irrelevant to the issue, but just jumped out.
IMHO the Smiths best song - the perfect counterpoint between the misery of the Moz and the jangling joy of Marr - the last minute just makes you want to swing about with a daffodil.