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Will Never Marry

I'm writing this to say
In a gentle way
Thank you, but no
I will live my life as I
Will undoubtfully die - alone
I'm writing this to say
In a gentle way
Thank you..
I will live my life as I..
For whether you stay
Or you stray
An inbuilt guilt
That catches up with you
And as it comes around to your place
At 5 a.m. wakes you up
And it laughs in your face

A short extremely melancholic song, it provides a constrast with the mostly external story of November Spawned A Monster. Come the second verse, Morrissey hardly seems able to finish a sentence with the terrible loneliness of his plight, but soon returns with a damning personification of guilt, which is possibly a reference to the Roman Catholic religion's notion of Original Sin.
A charming and sweeping B-side, strangely cut short from the original version, which appeared as a track on the Everyday Is Like Sunday single.


Album: Bona Drag
Year of Publication: 1990
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Stephen Street

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Non mi sposerò mai

Scrivo queste parole per dire
In un modo gentile:
Grazie, ma no
Vivrò la mia vita come
Senza dubbio morirò: solo
Scrivo queste parole per dire
In un modo gentile:
Grazie..
Vivrò la mia vita da me..
Perché sia che tu rimanga
oppure decida di vagare
un senso di colpa latente
ti raggiungerà
e quando verrà a trovarti
alle 5 del mattino ti sveglierà
e ti riderà in faccia

Una canzone breve ed estremamente malinconica. Nel testo, l'autore sembra a stento capace di terminare una frase con la terribile solitudine della sua condizione, ma presto ritorna ad una malvagia personificazione della colpa, che forse è un riferimento all'idea di peccato originale della religione Cattolica.
Il brano compare nella versione originale non abbreviata nel singolo di "Everyday Is Like Sunday".


Album: Bona Drag
Anno di pubblicazione: 1990
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Stephen Street

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