Wor(l)d of Morrissey
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This site and all of the work made to update it are dedicated to my beloved friend MaCa65 who suddenly left this lonely planet
and me without words. Throughout the short stretch of time that we have been given to spend together as close friends, we shared many things,
thoughts and passions. Back in 1983, together we discovered a band called The Smiths and together since then, we followed Morrissey's career
as one of most influential and inspiring singer/artist/poet of our age. Maca65 has been a strong supporter when I first launched WoM,
so this is and will always be entirely for you, my friend. -- David

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24/10/2006
The explanation on this board is rubbish! The song is written by a man (Moz) who actually wants once again to be proud to stand up and say he is English. At present he hates what it is to be English today and laments for the past when nobility and education were true English core values. He feels, that the English monarchy should be utterly ashamed of tyrants like Oliver Cromwell, who murdered innocent Irish people in the name of the crown. His hatred of governement and all things political is obvious. He just wants to be English without the associated prejudices that this can represent today. This is not an Irish Rebel song as is so often thought but a pro English song where the author dearly wants to be proud of his 'English-ness' but obviously can't be. BTW Both of Morrissey's parents were born in Dublin.
Peter Smith (Dublin, Ireland)

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