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Bigmouth Strikes Again

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her walkman started to melt

Bigmouth.. bigmouth..
Bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
To the Human race

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her hearing-aid started to melt


A speeded-up Morrissey occasionally accompanies the vocal proper, giving an eerie effect (this is credited to Ann Coates in the "The Queen Is Dead" sleeve, a pun on an area of Manchester).
Morrissey marries the old with the new in these lyrics, mentioning Joan of Arc's Walkman, seeming to imply that the situation under discussion (i.e. the protagonist saying very much the wrong thing, like his thoughts of angered violence) has been going on forever and will go on forever. Of course, he is pointing out a similarity between him and Joan of Arc rather melodramatically, lending a quite comical tone to what could have been an empty vessel. Painting Joan of Arc's talk of God's communications as something that "just slipped out" is in stark contrast to his harsh sentence upon himself "I've got no right to take my place with the Human race".
The sleeve lyrics to this song provide one example of Morrissey's Wildean propensity to capitalise nouns such as Human and Love. His mention of Joan the Arc's hearing aid is surely a reference to the contraption he wore on Top of the Pops.

In "Live at Earl's Court", Morrissey modifies some lines of the lyrics making it more "up to date"...

Sweetness, sweetness I wasn't joking

As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her iPod started to melt

And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


Album: The Queen Is Dead
Year of Publication: 1986
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Johnny Marr

last update: 16.08.2005

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La Grande Bocca colpisce ancora

Dolcezza, dolcezza mia, stavo solo scherzando
Quando ho detto che mi piacerebbe romperti tutti i denti
Che hai in faccia
Dolcezza, dolcezza mia, stavo solo scherzando
Quando ho detto che se ci fosse giustizia dovresti essere
Presa a randellate nel tuo letto

Ed ora so come si sentiva Giovanna d'Arco
Ora so come si sentiva Giovanna d'Arco
Mentre le fiamme salivano al suo naso aquilino
Ed il suo walkman cominciava a fondere

La Grande Bocca..
La Grande Bocca colpisce ancora
Ed io non ho alcun diritto di prendere parte
Al genere umano

Ed ora so come si sentiva Giovanna d'Arco
Ora so come si sentiva Giovanna d'Arco
Mentre le fiamme salivano al suo naso aquilino
Ed il suo auricolare cominciava a fondere


La voce di Morrissey velocizzata su nastro accompagna il testo vero e proprio, con uno strano effetto. L'accompagnamento viene accreditato sulla copertina di "The Queen Is Dead" a tale Ann Coates, inesistente come la Hated Salford Ensemble, cui sono attribuite le parti strumentali (violini, etc.). Nel primo caso si tratta di un gioco di parole su una zona di Manchester chiamata Ancoats. La Hated Salford Ensemble uno pseudonimo di una orchestra inesistente dietro la quale si cela Johnny Marr ed un sintetizzatore.

In questo testo Morrissey accomuna il vecchio col nuovo, menzionando il walkman di Giovanna d'Arco. Come Giovanna d'Arco, Morrissey dipinge se stesso come un incompreso, ma anche uno che parla troppo (la Grande Bocca) e finisce per essere bruciato vivo dalla stampa e non solo. L'auricolare di Giovanna d'Arco un chiaro riferimento al vezzo che il Nostro ebbe all'inizio della carriera con gli Smiths di indossarne uno durante i concerti. Famosa la sua apparizione con l'auricolare bianco a Top of the Pops, popolarissima trasmissione musicale inglese (e non solo).

In "Live at Earl's Court", Morrissey modifica il testo rendendolo pi "attuale"...

Sweetness, sweetness I wasn't joking

As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her iPod started to melt

And I've got no right to take my place
With the Human race


Album: The Queen Is Dead
Anno di pubblicazione: 1986
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Johnny Marr

ultimo agg.: 16.08.2005

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