Maladjusted es un álbum de Morrissey, publicado en 1997 por Island Records. El disco incluye 11 canciones, entre ellas «Maladjusted», «Alma Matters», «Ambitious Outsiders» y «Trouble Loves Me».
Sobre el álbum
El álbum Maladjusted de 1997 supuso un regreso a un formato de canción más convencional después de la experimentación de su predecesor. En este trabajo, Morrissey vuelve a centrarse en el pop-rock melódico, aunque con un tono general de amargura y resignación, como bien indica el título ("Inadaptado"). Es un disco de sonido clásico pero de ánimo sombrío.
El sencillo principal, "Alma Matters", es una de las canciones más destacadas, una pieza de pop guitarrero con un estribillo memorable. Temas como "Trouble Loves Me" o la propia "Maladjusted" son baladas melancólicas en las que el cantante explora sus temas recurrentes: la soledad, el desengaño y el sentimiento de no encajar en el mundo.
Pese a la calidad de varias de sus canciones, el álbum no tuvo el éxito esperado y recibió una tibia acogida. Tras su publicación, Morrissey entraría en un largo silencio discográfico de siete años, lo que convierte a "Maladjusted" en el cierre de la primera etapa de su carrera en solitario.
Listado de Canciones
- Maladjusted4:41
Letra
(On this glorious occasion Of the splendid defeat) I wanna start from before the beginning Loot wine: "Be mine And then let's stay out for the night" Ride via parkside, semi-perilous lives Jeer the lights in the windows of all safe and stable homes (But wondering then, well, what could peace of mind be like?) Anyway, do you want to hear our story or not? As the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night From a Stevenage overspill we'd kill to live around SW6 with someone like you Keep thieves' hours with someone like you ...As long as it slides You stalk the house In a low-cut blouse: "Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!" And the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night Well, I was fifteen What could I know? When the gulf between all the things I need And the things I receive Is an ancient ocean wide Wild, lost, uncrossed Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you You do all that you do because it's all you can do Well, I was fifteen Where could I go? With a soul full of loathing for stinging bureaucracy Making it anything other than easy For working girls like me With my hands on my head I flop on your bed With a head full of dread For all I've ever said Maladjusted Maladjusted Maladjusted Maladjusted Never to be trusted Oh, never to be trusted Oh, never to be trusted There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you There's nothing wrong with you - Alma Matters4:47
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So The choice I have made May seem strange to you But who asked you, anyway? It's my life To wreck My own way You see To someone Somewhere Oh yeah Alma matters in mind Body and soul In part and in whole Because to someone Somewhere Oh yeah Alma matters in mind Body and soul In part and in whole So, the life I have made May seem wrong to you But I've never been surer It's my life To ruin My own way You see To someone Somewhere Oh, yeah Alma matters in mind Body and soul In part and in whole Because to someone Somewhere Oh, yeah Alma matters in mind Body and soul In part and in whole To someone Somewhere Oh, yeah Alma matters in mind Body and soul In part and in whole So to someone Somewhere Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah - Ambitious Outsiders3:55
Letra
Bolt lock your doors Alarm your cars And still, we move in closer Every day Top of the list Is your smiling kiss But we'll be smiling too So, that's okay Oh, and by the way, thank you Because you're giving, giving, giving And we're receiving- no no, we're taking Keeping the population down Your tax is paid But police way-laid And we knows when the schoolbus comes and goes We're on your street But you don't see us Or if you do, you smile And say "hello" But don't underestimate us When you are giving, giving, giving And we're receiving- no no we're taking Just keeping the population down You're giving, giving, giving Well, it's your own fault for reproducing We're just keeping the population down - Trouble Loves Me4:39
Letra
Trouble loves me Trouble needs me Two things more than you do Or would attempt to So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance seems serene Trouble loves me Walks beside me To chide me, not to guide me It's still much more than you'll do So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everything's evened out And the balance seems serene See the fool I'll be Still running 'round On the flesh rampage Still running 'round Ready with ready-wit Still running 'round On the flesh rampage - at your age! Go to soho, oh Go to waste in the wrong arms Still running 'round Trouble loves me Seeks and finds me To charlatanize me Which is only as it should be Oh, please, fulfill me Otherwise, kill me Show me a barrel And watch me scrape it Faced with the music As always I'll face it In the half-light So english... Frowning Then at midnight I Can't get you out of my head A disenchanted taste Still running 'round A disenchanted taste Still running 'round - Papa Jack4:32
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Papa Jack Wants to turn Back the clock And reach out To the kids He once had Who have flown Papa Jack In decline Feels inclined To reach out To the kids He once had Who have flown But there was a time When the kids reached up And Papa Jack Just pushed them away Looking deep In his heart Papa Jack Doesn't like What he sees All the time on his hands The dying day The chilly sun Papa Jack All alone Seems slow Grieving and low But there was a time When the kids reached up Now you can't always have it your way - Ammunition3:37
Letra
I know these roads Each ridge And narrow bridge Each cheveron Enticing me on Each warning sign I take in my stride I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't dwell on things I'm missing I'm just pleased With the things I've found I know these roads An old hand understands Above all, I know what's Expected of me now Veering cliffwards I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't dwell on things I'm missing I'm just pleased With the things I've found With the things I've found With the things I've found I've found I've been crying It comes back on these salient days And it stays And it says: "We've never really been away" I don't need more ammunition I've got more than I can spend I don't think of who I'm missing I've got no space and no time In my life, anymore No space or time In my life, anymore For Revenge - Wide to Receive3:52
Letra
Download something Useful, or useless Because I'm lying here Wide to receive Almost anything You'd care to give And I don't Get along with myself And I'm not too keen On anyone else Turn on, plug in Then just walk away Unlock, process And then just go And I've never felt quite so alone As I do right now I'm lying here Wide to receive Almost anything You'd care to leave Wide, wide, wide Wide, wide, wide Wide, wide Wide, wide Wide, wide, wide, wide Wide, wide, wide, wide Wide, wide, wide, wide - Roy's Keen3:34
- He Cried3:19
Letra
I need you Simple words But words which had never been heard By the soul Stoned to death But still living And so he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried Ride our minds If you must But there's always a line you don't cross Time is short Don't be cruel Oh you don't know the power In what you're saying Oh And so he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried People where I come from They survive without feelings or blood I never could Was stoned to death But I'm still living So he froze where he stood And he looked to the ground And he cried He cried So he froze And he looked, and he looked To the ground And he cried He cried - Sorrow Will Come in the End2:51
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Legalized theft Leaves me bereft I get it straight in the neck (Somehow expecting no less) A court of justice With no use for Truth Lawyer ...liar Lawyer ...liar You pleaded and squealed And you think you've won But Sorrow will come To you in the end And as sure as my words are pure I praise the day that brings you pain Q.C.'s obsessed with sleaze Frantic for Fame They're all on the game They just use a different name You lied And you were believed By a J.P. senile and vile You pleaded and squealed And you think you've won But Sorrow will come To you in the end And as sure as my words are pure I praise the day that brings you pain So don't close your eyes Don't close your eyes A man who slits throats Has time on his hands And I'm gonna get you So don't close your eyes Don't ever close your eyes You think you've won OH NO - Satan Rejected My Soul2:56
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Satan rejected my soul He knows my kind He won't be dragged down He's seen my face around He knows heaven doesn't seem To be my home So I must find Somewhere else to go So I must find Somewhere else to go So, take it - please It's free You'll never see You'll never see All the fun in life it's cost me Satan rejected my soul As low as he goes He never quite goes this low He's seen my face around He knows heaven doesn't seem To be my home So I must find Somewhere else to go So I must find Somewhere else to go So, take it please It's really sly Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on, come on Take it please It's really sly Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on, come on Call me in Pull me in, call me in Come on, come on, oh Come on, come on, come on Pull me in, pull me in Call me in, haul me in, pull me in Come on, come on, ah Come on, come on La la la la la Oh ...