Álbum Viva Hate de Morrissey - Canciones

Viva Hate

1988 |

Sello | His Master's Voice

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Alsatian CousinVer letra 3:12

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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?Ver letra 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 SundayVer letra 3:36

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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 PlatformsVer letra 3:55

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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 TogetherVer letra 1:40

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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 StreetVer letra 7:41

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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
SuedeheadVer letra 3:54

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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 FamilyVer letra 3:55

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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 FireVer letra 3:51

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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 BoysVer letra 3:10

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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 Me 3:18
Dial-A-ClichéVer letra 2:28

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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 GuillotineVer letra 3:41

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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