Morrissey will always wait to bushwhack you with some sort of maudlin as you go about your life. Out of all the musicians I listen to, I most empathize with disagreements on all points Morrissey. However, there's something wonderful in his stubborn refusal to be anything more than a 50 year old man in a seventeen year old's mind. That is a very smart, world weary, and spiteful teenager, mind you.
I do wish Morrissey was my androgynous, cynical, vegan, and creepy uncle. Imagine the possibilities at holidays.
What do you think about the chances this year for the Cubs? "Don't rake up my mistakes, I know exactly what they are." Sure, but how do you think they'll do? "The sanest days are mad." Interesting. Do you think they'll at least edge out the Pirates? "Long may it last. Why don't you find out for yourself? Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass." Yeah, Merry Christmas. "Sink down to my heart, that's just the way it goes." And a happy New Year.
Ugh, work starts in 5 hours.
Morrissey - Why Don't You Find Out for Yourself
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