Cover di You Are the Quarry

You Are the Quarry
Album - 17 maggio 2004 - Debaser id 124690

di Morrissey

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Irish Blood, English Heart (02:37)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
Irish blood, English heart
This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me

I've been dreaming of a time when
to be English is not to be baneful
to be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful
racist or partial

Irish blood, English heart
this I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied

I've been dreaming of a time when
the English are sick to death
of Labour, and Tories
and spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
and denounce this royal line that still salute him
and will salute him
Forever...
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I Have Forgiven Jesus (03:41)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
I was a good kid
I wouldn't do you no harm
I was a nice kid
With a nice paper round

Forgive me any pain
I may have brung to you
With God's help I know
I'll always be near to you

But Jesus hurt me
When he deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
For all the desire
He placed in me when there's nothing
I can do with this desire

I was a good kid
Through hail and snow
I'd go just to moon you
I carried my heart in my hand
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

But Jesus hurt me
When He deserted me, but
I have forgiven Jesus
For all of the love
He placed in me when there's no one
I can turn to with this love

Monday - humiliation
Tuesday - suffocation
Wednesday - condescension
Thursday - is pathetic
By Friday life has killed me
By Friday life has killed me

Oh pretty one
Oh pretty one

Why did you give me so much desire
When there is nowhere I can go to offload this desire?
And why did you give me so much love in a loveless world
When there is no one I can turn to
To unlock all this love?
And why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?
Jesus do you hate me?
Why did you stick me in self deprecating bones and skin?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
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Come Back to Camden (04:14)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
There is something I wanted to tell you,
It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around,
And I remember that I am alone,
Alone.
For evermore

The tile yard all along the railings,
Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you'll find, despair and I,
Calling to you with what's left of my heart,
My heart, For evermore

Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames,
Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I,
And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart.
For evermore,
Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky,
Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours,
Yours,
For evermore

Your leg came to rest against mine,
Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew,
We just knew, For evermore

Where taxi drivers never stop talking,
Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I,
And still we say come back, Come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be good,
I'll be good, I'll be good
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First of the Gang to Die (03:38)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
You have never been in love
Until you've seen the stars
Reflect in the reservoirs

And you have never been in love
Until you've seen the dawn rise
Behind the Home for the Blind

We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the
First of the gang with a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my

Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die, oh my

You have never been in love
Until you've seen the sunlight thrown
Over smashed human bones

We are the pretty petty thieves
And you're standing on our streets
Where Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And the first to do time
The first of the gang to die
Such a silly boy

Hector was the first of the gang
With a gun in his hand
And a bullet in his gullet
And the first lost lad
To go under the sod

And he stole from the rich and the poor
And the not very rich and the very poor
And he stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
He stole all hearts away
Away...
He stole all hearts away
Away...
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Let Me Kiss You (03:30)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
There's a place in the sun for anyone
Who has the will
To chase one and I think I've found mine
Yes, I do believe I have found mine

So, close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh
Let me kiss you, oh

I zig-zagged all over America
And I cannot find a safety haven
Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder
I've heard that you'll try anything twice

Close your eyes
And think of someone you physically admire
And let me kiss you, oh
Let me kiss you, oh

But then you open your eyes
And you see someone that you physically despise
But my heart is open
My heart is open to you
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All the Lazy Dykes (03:31)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
All the lazy dykes
Cross-armed at the Palms
Then legs astride their bikes
Indigo burns on their arms

One sweet day
An emotional whirl
You will be good to yourself
And you'll come and join the girls

All the lazy dykes
They pity how you live
Just "somebody's wife"
You give, and you give,
And you give, and you give
Give, and you give
And one sweet day
An emotional whirl
You will be good to yourself
And you'll come and join the girls

Touch me, squeeze me
Hold me too tightly
And when you look at me you actually see me
And I've never felt so alive
In the whole of my life
In the whole of my life

Free yourself, be yourself
Come to the Palms and see yourself
And at last your life begins
At last your life begins
At last your life begins
At last your life begins
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Don't Make Fun of Daddy's Voice (02:53)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
Long ago when he was young and restless
Suddenly, Daddy saw the beckoning finger of fate

Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

When you are young you crave affection
And it can come from the strangest direction

Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat
Don't make fun of Daddy's voice
Because he can't help it
When he was a teenage boy
Something got stuck in his throat

No te divertes con pappy
No te divertes con pappy
No te divertes con pappy
No te divertes con pappy
No te divertes con pappy, no
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It's Hard to Walk Tall When You're Small (03:31)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
I can kill standing still
It’s easy
I can scare with a stare
It’s easy

Hey Ringo, It’s sad though
Because it’s hard to walk tall
When you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style
Nevermind
When you’re small
You walk as if you’re falling

I attack from the back
Because it’s easy
And I can assail
While wearing very nice jewellery

Oh hey Ringo, It’s sad though
Because it’s hard to walk tall
When you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style
Nevermind
When you’re small
You spend your life crawling

I burst into public bars
And I throw my weight around
And no one can even see me
No one can even see me
Nobody can see me
No one can see me

Success is just a mess, Oh

Hey gringo, It’s sad though
Because it’s hard to walk tall
When you’re small
Whether dressed in disciplined style
Nevermind
When you’re small
You’re bound to look appalling

So compadre please do this for me
Compadre please weep for me
Compadre, compadre
Please weep for me
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Teenage Dad on His Estate (04:08)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
You chase in the rat-race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely

But still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news

And still you look down on the teenage dad on
On his estate
He's happy so leave him alone
With his baby
And his modest home
He's happy so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone
With his methadone
He's happy so leave him alone
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Friday Mourning (04:08)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
Friday mourning, I'm dressed in black
Douse the house lights, I'm not coming back
For years, I warned you
Through tears, I told you
Friday mourning, there comes a time
Before that breaks this very smug mug of mine

This dawn raid soon put paid to
All the things I'd whispered to you
At night time
And I will never stand naked in front of you
Or if I do, it won't be for a long time

Look once to me, look once to me
Then look away
Look once to me, then look away

And when they haul me down the hall
And when they kick me down the stairs
I see the faces all lined up before me
Of teachers and of parents and bosses
Who all share a point of view
"You are a loser"
"You are a loser"

Friday, friday mourning
Dressed in black
I won't be coming back

(Friday...)
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The Never-Played Symphonies (03:03)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
Reflecting from my deathbed
I'm balancing life's riches
against the ditches
and the flat gray years in-between
all I can see are the never-laid
that's the never played symphonies

I can't see those who tried to love me
or those who felt they understood me
and I can't see those who
very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never-laid
or the never played symphonies

You were one, you meant to be one
and you jumped into my face
and laughed and kissed me on the cheek
and then were gone forever
not quite

Black sky in the daytime
and I don't much mind dying
when there is nothing left to care for anymore
just the never layed
the never played symphonies

You were one, you knew you were one
and you slid right through my fingers
no not literally
but metaphorically
and now you're all I see
as the light fades
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Mexico (04:06)
Morrissey • You Are the Quarry
In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
the tranquil, cool, lover’s air
but I could taste a trace
of American chemical waste
And the small voice said
"What can we do?"

In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
the tranquil, cool, lover's air
but I could sense the hate
from the Lone Star state
And a small voice said
"What can we do?"

It seems if you’re rich and you’re white
you’ll be alright
I just don’t see why
this should be so
If you’re rich and you’re white
you’ll be alright
I just don’t see why
this should be so

In Mexico
I lay on the grass
and I cried my heart out
for want of my love
Oh, for want of my love
Oh, for want of my love

It seems if you’re rich and you’re white
you think you’re so right
I just don’t see why
this should be so
If you’re rich and you’re white
then you’ll be OK
I just don’t see why
this should be so

In Mexico
I lay on the grass
and I cried my heart out
for want of my love
For want of my love
For want of my love
For want of my love
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