Everything I write lately sounds like I'm back in 9th grade, poorly imitating Morrissey with a load of pitiful self-absorption. I kinda envy the people who can laugh at Moz/The Smiths and say, "Ah, yes, I remember them." Because, amusingly, I listen to the old fart and think, "Crap. I still identify intensely with an uncomfortably high proportion of his sentiments." I'll get through it, but I think getting through it requires actually going through it.
And on that note, I think it's possible to sum up failed relationships in five Smiths/Morrissey songs or fewer:
"This Charming Man"
"Now My Heart Is Full"
"Little Man, What Now?"
"Will Never Marry"
"Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before"
And on that note, I think it's possible to sum up failed relationships in five Smiths/Morrissey songs or fewer:
"This Charming Man"
"Now My Heart Is Full"
"Little Man, What Now?"
"Will Never Marry"
"Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before"
Labels: regression to adolescence
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