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I Know It's Over

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well, enough said..
I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
though she needs you more than she loves you
And I know it's over, still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me and said:
"If you're so funny
then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms.."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Probably the most poetic lyric in his career, along with Suffer Little Children. This song really does bring home quite how much The Smiths as a band had improved in the four years they had been together. This sensitive and intelligent song brings out fine performances from all four members: Joyce's perfectly subdued rhythmic crests and dips, Rourke's meaty yet delicate bass part, Johnny Marr's fine arrangement, and, of course, the absolutely beautiful lyrics welded to the tune by Morrissey, displaying a vocal more expressive than any song previously in their career.
For a song about the end of a fictitious relationship, the lyrics are suitably image-laden. The morbid protagonist seems to equate his forthcoming death with a feeling of utter helplessness - the image of a half-living corpse in a grave is quickly qualified by his contemplation of suicide. We are given the impression that suicide is not really an option for the troubled author, as he is even scared of death itself.
Notably, this is immediately followed by the image of a couple on their wedding day. Perceiving all such permanent promises as ultimately pointless, the protagonist sides with the "sad-veiled bride", while only harbouring hostility for the "loud loutish lover". Cynically viewing the marriage as merely half-hearted, there is an underlying implication that the sad-veiled bride is indeed the object of his attentions, or, at least, serving as a reminder of her.
Only while repeatedly musing on the end of the relationship does he let it slip that, indeed, "it never really began". The author even takes solace in her accusations of loneliness and solitude.
Much has been said about the couplet "With your triumphs and your charms/While they're in each other's arms". You'll notice that I have included it as part of what the amour says to the author, implying that the triumphs and charms are in each other's arms, in a metaphorical sense. Judging from her cynical speech preceding these lines, I would say she is pointing out he has neither any triumphs nor charms. John O'Neal has this to say :
"As far as the "with your triumphs and your charms/while they're in each others' arms" couplet, i would have to say that the speaker is kind of just giving the knife a final twist, it's like the icing on the cake. in the lines coming before that, she is destroying his most precious attributes one by one (if you're so clever, etc) and the conclusion reached is that he is simply on his own and its his own bloody fault because he's kind of deluded about himself.
His only companionship is his false self-exalting nonsense which was just stripped from him (that's why you're on your own tonight/with your triumphs and your charms). and then on the other hand the sad-veiled bride and the loud loutish lover are seemingly tickled pink (while they're in each others' arms)."

Outside of her speech, though, the lines could take on a different tone. The "they" mentioned could be referring to the nuptial couple on their honeymoon, while the protagonist can only look upon past victories.
The song is brilliantly framed by the line "Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head". Set up like this, it's almost as if the middle section of the song explains and jusitifies the opening line, as we are reminded at the end, many times, of the original imagery.
An incredibly beautiful song that proves unlistenable for many fans due its almost unbearable emotional intensity.


Album: The Queen Is Dead
Year: 1986
Music: Johnny Marr

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So che è finita

Oh madre, sento la terra che mi cade sulla testa
E mentre mi arrampico su un letto vuoto
Oh va bene.. ho detto abbastanza
Io so che è finita, eppure non desisto
Non so cos'altro fare
Oh madre, sento la terra che mi cade sulla testa
Guarda, il mare vuole impadronirsi di me
Il coltello penetrarmi
Pensi di potermi aiutare?
Triste sposa velata, sii felice
Bel consorte, dalle il suo spazio
Amante chiassoso e villano, trattala con gentilezza
Sebbene lei abbia bisogno di te più di quanto ti ami
Ed io so che è finita, eppure non desisto
Non so cos'altro fare
So che è finita
Ed in realtà non è neppure mai cominciata
Ma dentro di me era tutto così reale
E tu addirittura ti sei rivolto a me dicendo:
"Se sei un tipo così divertente
Allora perché te ne stai da solo stasera?
E se sei un tipo così sveglio
Allora perché te ne stai da solo stasera?
Se sei tanto simpatico
Allora perché te ne stai da solo stasera?
Se sei tanto affascinante
Perché dormi solo stanotte?
Lo so perché..
Perché questa è una sera come tutte le altre
Ecco perché te ne stai da solo stasera
Con i tuoi trionfi ed il tuo fascino
Mentre loro sono l'una nelle braccia dell'altro.."
é così facile ridere
é così facile odiare
Ci vuole del coraggio per essere buoni e gentili
é così facile ridere
é così facile odiare
Ci vuole del fegato per essere buoni e gentili
L'amore è Naturale e Vero
Ma non per te, amor mio
Non stasera, amor mio
L'amore è Naturale e Vero
Ma non per quelli come noi, amor mio

Oh madre, sento la terra che mi cade sulla testa




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

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