Viva Hate es un álbum de Morrissey, publicado en 1988 por His Master's Voice. El disco incluye 13 canciones, entre ellas «Alsatian Cousin», «Little Man, What Now?», «Everyday Is Like Sunday» y «Bengali In Platforms».
Sobre el álbum
El esperado debut en solitario del artista, Viva Hate, llegó en 1988 bajo una inmensa presión y expectación. Tras la traumática ruptura de The Smiths, el mundo se preguntaba si su carismático líder podría mantener el nivel de excelencia. El resultado fue un álbum triunfante que no solo disipó todas las dudas, sino que también estableció a Morrissey como una fuerza creativa por derecho propio.
Para esta crucial empresa, se alió con el productor Stephen Street, arquitecto del sonido de los últimos álbumes de su anterior banda, y con el virtuoso guitarrista Vini Reilly de The Durutti Column. El sonido del álbum es distintivo; aunque mantiene la sensibilidad pop de su etapa anterior, las guitarras de Reilly, a menudo atmosféricas y complejas, le otorgan una textura única.
El disco está repleto de clásicos imperecederos. Por ejemplo, el primer sencillo, "Suedehead", es una pieza de pop perfecta, con una melodía irresistible y una letra llena de anhelo y despecho. La ya mencionada "Everyday Is Like Sunday" se convirtió en uno de sus himnos más reconocibles. El álbum también muestra su lado más mordaz en temas como "Margaret on the Guillotine", una feroz crítica a la entonces primera ministra británica. Indudablemente, "Viva Hate" es un debut audaz y brillante.
Listado de Canciones
- Alsatian Cousin3:12
Letra
Were you and he Lovers? And would you say so if you were? On a forecourt On a Friday Passing my way Oh... Were you and he Lovers? And if you were, then say that you were! On a groundsheet Under canvas With your tent-flap Open wide A note upon his desk "P.S. Bring Me Home And Have Me!" Leather elbows on a tweed coat -Oh! Is THAT the best you can do? So came his reply "But on the desk is where I want you!" So I ask (even though I know) Were you and he Lovers? - Little Man, What Now?1:48
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An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were Very polite to you Oh, but I remembered you Friday nights, 1969 ATV - you murdered every line Too old to be a child star Too young to take leads Four seasons passed And they AXED you Nervous juvenile (WON'T SMILE!) What became of you ? Did that swift eclipse Torture you ? A star at eighteen And then - suddenly gone Down to a few lines In the back page Of a faded annual Oh, but I remembered you I remembered you - Everyday Is Like Sunday3:36
Letra
Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench Where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon, come Armageddon Come, Armageddon, come! Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Hide on the promenade Etch a postcard How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town That they forgot to bomb Come, come, come, nuclear bomb! Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands And on your face On your face On your face On your face Everyday is like Sunday "Win yourself a cheap tray" Share some greased tea with me Everyday is silent and grey - Bengali In Platforms3:55
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Bengali, Bengali Bengali, Bengali No no no He does not want to depress you Oh no no no no no He only wants to impress you Oh.. Bengali in platforms He only wants to embrace your culture And to be your friend forever Forever Bengali, Bengali Bengali, Bengali Oh, shelve your Western plans And understand That life is hard enough when you belong here A silver-studded rim that glistens And an ankle-star that ... blinds me A lemon sole so very high Which only reminds me; to tell you Break the news gently Break the news to him gently "Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them" Bengali, Bengali It's the touchy march of time that binds you Don't blame me Don't hate me Just because I'm the one to tell you That life is hard enough when you belong here That life is hard enough when you belong here Oh... Shelve your Western plans Oh... Shelve your Western plans 'Cause life is hard enough when you belong Life is hard enough when you belong here Oh... Shelve your Western plans Oh... Shelve your best friends 'Cause life is hard when you belong here Oh... Life is hard enough when you belong - Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together1:40
Letra
Angel, Angel Don't take your life tonight I know they take And that they take in turn And they give you nothing real For yourself in return But when they've used you And they've broken you And they've wasted all your money And cast your shell aside And when they've bought you And they've sold you And they've billed you for the pleasure And they've made your parents cry I will be here OH, BELIEVE ME I will be here ...believe me Angel, don't take your life Some people have got no pride They do not understand The Urgency of life But I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life I love you more than life - Late Night, Maudlin Street7:41
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(Winter coming Winter push on, push on Oh, winter push on Winter is so long Winter moves on) The last night on Maudlin Street Goodbye house, goodbye stairs I was born here And I was raised here, and ...I took some stick here Love at first sight It may sound trite But it's true, you know I could list the detail Of everything you ever wore or said Or how you stood the day As we spent the last night On Maudlin Street "Goodbye house, forever!" I never stole a happy hour Around here Where the world's ugliest boy Became what you see Here I am - the ugliest man Oh, the last night on Maudlin Street Truly I do love you Oh, truly I do love you When I sleep with that picture of you framed beside my bed Oh, it's childish and it's silly But I think it's you in my room, by the bed (Yes, I told you it was silly) And I know I took strange pills But I never meant to hurt you Oh, truly I love you Came home late one night Everyone had gone to bed But, you know No-one stays up for you I had sixteen stitches All around my head Oh, the last bus I missed to Maudlin Street So he drove me home in the Van Complaining "Women only like me for my mind" Don't leave your torch behind A powercut ahead; 1972, you know And so we crept through the park No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you But you ... without clothes Oh, I could not keep a straight face Me, without clothes ? Well, a nation turns its back and gags... I'm packed I am moving house A half-life disappears today With every hag waves me on (secretly wishing me gone) Well, I will be soon Ooh, I will be soon I will be soon I will be soon There were bad times on Maudlin Street They took you away in a police car Dear Inspector, don't you know ? Don't you care ? Don't you know about Love ? Your gran died And your mother died On Maudlin Street In pain, and ashamed With never time to say those special things I took the key from Maudlin Street Well, it's only bricks and mortar! Oh, oh, truly I love you Oh, wherever you are Wherever you are Wherever you are I hope you're singing now Oh, I do hope I hope you're singing now - Suedehead3:54
Letra
Why do you come here? And why do you hang around? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh Why do you come? Why do you telephone? And why send me silly notes? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me? When you know, oh Why do you come? You had to sneak into my room "Just" to read my diary It was just to see, just to see All the things you knew I'd written about you And so many illustrations I'm so very sickened Oh, I am so sickened now It was a good lay, good lay It was a good lay, good lay - Break Up The Family3:55
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The strange logic in your clumsiest line It stayed emblazoned on my mind You say, "break up the family And let's begin to live our lives" I want to see all my friends tonight It wasn't youth, it wasn't life Born old, sadly wise Resigned (well, we were) To ending our lives I'm so glad to grow older To move away from those awful times I want to see all my friends tonight Yes, you found love, but You weren't at peace with your life Home late, full of hate Despise the ties that bind I'm so glad to grow older To move away from those younger years I'm in love for the first time And I don't feel bad Let me see all my old friends Let me put my arms around them Cause I really do love them Now does that sound mad? Captain of games, solid framed I stood on the touchline Hailstones, driven home In a car - no brakes? I don't mind I'm so glad to grow older To move away from those darker years I'm in love for the first time And I don't feel bad So wish me luck, my friends Goodbye So wish me luck again Goodbye - Hairdresser on Fire3:51
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Here is London, giddy of London Is it home of the free Or what? Can you squeeze me Into an empty page of your diary And psychologically save me I've got faith in you I sense the power Within the fingers Within an hour the power Could totally destroy me (Or, it could save my life) Oh, here is London Home of the brash, outrageous and free You are repressed But you're remarkably dressed Is it Real? And you're always busy Really busy Busy, busy Oh, hairdresser on fire All around Sloane Square And you're just so busy Busy, busy Busy scissors Oh, hairdresser on fire Was a client, over-cautious He made you nervous And when he said I'm gonna sue you Oh, I really felt for you So can you squeeze me Into an empty page of your diary And supernaturally change me? Change me, change Oh, here in London Home of the brash, outrageous and free You are repressed But you're remarkably dressed Is it Real? And you're always busy Really busy Busy clippers Oh, hairdresser on fire All around Sloane Square And you're just too busy To see me Busy clippers Oh, hairdresser on fire - The Ordinary Boys3:10
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Ordinary boys Happy knowing nothing Happy being no-one But themselves Ordinary girls Supermarket clothes Who think it's very clever To be cruel to you For you were so different You stood all alone And you knew That it had to be so Avoiding Ordinary boys Happy going nowhere Just around here In their rattling cars Ordinary girls Never seeing further Than the cold, small streets That trap them But you were so different You had to say no When those empty fools Tried to change you, and claim you For the lair of their ordinary world Where they feel so lucky So lucky, so lucky With their lives laid out before them They are lucky So lucky, so lucky So lucky... - I Don't Mind If You Forget Me3:18
- Dial-A-Cliché2:28
Letra
Further into the fog I fall Well, I was just Following you! When you said Do as I do and scrap your fey ways Dial-a-cliché Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth! Dial-a-cliché Dial-a-cliché Dial-a-cliché But the person underneath Where does he go? Does he slide by the wayside? Or does he just die? And you find that you've organized Your feelings, for people Who didn't like you then And do not like you now But still you say Do as I do and scrap your fey ways Dial-a-cliché Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth! Dial-a-cliché The safe way is the only way! There's always time to change, son! I've changed But I'm in pain! Dial-a-cliché - Margaret on the Guillotine3:41
Letra
The kind people Have a wonderful dream Margaret On The Guillotine Cause people like you Make me feel so tired When will you die ? When will you die ? When will you die ? When will you die ? When will you die ? And people like you Make me feel so old inside Please die And kind people Do not shelter this dream Make it real Make the dream real Make the dream real Make it real Make the dream real Make it real