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Our Frank

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you?
Give me a cigarette
God, give me patience
Just no more conversation
Oh, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the colours blend

Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They just bring me down, so
Give it a rest, won't you?
Now will you just give over?
The world may be ending
But look, I'm only human

So, give us a drink
And make it quick
Or else I'm gonna be sick
All over
Your frankly vulgar
Red pullover
Now see how the two colours blend, my friend

Won't somebody help?

Won't somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
About everything
Oh, somebody
From thinking all the time
So deeply, so bleakly
So bleakly all the time
About everything?
Who I am, how I ever got here
Somebody stop me
From thinking
From thinking all the time
So bleakly, so bleakly
So bleakly all the time

Morrissey begins one of his most criticised albums in fine lyrical form with this whimsical tale of tiring and endless introspection. The closing verse reveals the truth: Morrissey is in fact still in the same situation he always was; introspective to the point of self-destruction. His bravado in the first parts of the song, where he seemingly hedonistically demands drink and cigarettes, totally out of character, quickly disappears.

The last verse is particularly cleverly constructed. A sentence that completes itself verse after verse:
Won't somebody stop me?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything so bleakly?



Album: Kill Uncle
Year of Publication: 1991
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Mark E. Nevin

last update: 19.05.2006

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Il nostro Frank

Le nostre sincere ed aperte,
Profonde conversazioni
Non mi portano a nessuna conclusione,
Anzi mi deprimono, perciò
Piantala, vuoi?
Dammi una sigaretta
Dio, dammi la pazienza
Ma basta parlare
Oh servici da bere
E fa' alla svelta
Altrimenti mi sentirò male
Male dalla testa ai piedi
Il tuo pullover rosso
Francamente volgare
Ora vedi come i colori si accordino

Le nostre sincere ed aperte,
Profonde conversazioni
Non mi portano a nessuna conclusione,
Anzi riescono solo a deprimermi, perciò
Concedimi un po' di riposo, vuoi?
Non vuoi proprio rinunciarci?
Il mondo potrebbe stare per finire
Ma guardami, io sono solo un essere umano

Oh servici da bere
E fa' alla svelta
Altrimenti mi sentirò male
Male dalla testa ai piedi
Il tuo pullover rosso
Francamente volgare
Ora vedi come i due colori si accordino, amico mio

Che qualcuno mi aiuti...

Che qualcuno mi distolga
Dal pensare
Dal pensare tutto il tempo
Ad ogni cosa
Oh qualcuno
Dal pensare tutto il tempo
Così profondamente, così desolatamente
Così desolatamente tutto il tempo
Ad ogni cosa
Chi sono, come sono finito qui..
Qualcuno mi faccia smettere
dal pensare
dal pensare tutto il tempo
così desolatamente, così desolatamente
così desolatamente tutto il tempo


Morrissey inizia uno dei suoi album più criticati in una buona forma lirica con questa storia di introspezione senza fine ed annoiata. La parte finale del testo rivela la verità: il protagonista si trova nella stessa situazione di sempre: introspettivo fino all'autodistruzione. Le sue bravate iniziali, in cui chiede da bere e delle sigarette in modo apparentemente edonistico e totalmente fuori dal personaggio, scompaiono rapidamente lasciando il posto ad un irrefrenabile desiderio di pace e di oblìo.

L'ultima parte è abilmente costruita. Una frase che si completa verso dopo verso:
Won't somebody stop me?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything?
Won't somebody stop me from thinking all the time about everything so bleakly?



Album: Kill Uncle
Anno di pubblicazione: 1991
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Mark E. Nevin

ultimo agg.: 19.05.2006

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