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Seasick, Yet Still Docked

I am a poor, freezingly cold soul
So far from where I intended to go
Scavenging through life's very constant lulls
So far from where I'm determined to go

Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love
There is no way...
Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love
But you see, I've got no charm

Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold
Oh, this is very clear to you
And you can tell I have never really loved
You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day

And all of my life no-one gave me anything
No-one has ever given me anything
My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye
You must be such a fool to pass me by

A beautiful and refined song, stultifyingly introspective and poetic. The sparseness of the words manages to convey a huge amount of emotion. Morrissey paints himself here (and there can be no doubt this song is autobiographical) as desperate, horribly self-obsessed, and empty of hope.

The video to this song is available on the "Oye Esteban" DVD.

Album: Your Arsenal
Year of Publication: 1992
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Alain Whyte

last update: 12.06.2009

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Col mal di mare e ancora agli ormeggi

Sono un'anima povera e gelidamente fredda
molto lontana da dove intendevo andare
che fruga attraverso i momenti di tregua della vita
molto lontana da dove sono determinato ad andare

Vorrei poter sapere come raggiungere il mio amore
Non c'è modo...
Vorrei avere il fascino per attrarre il mio amore
Ma, come vedi, non ho alcun fascino

Stanotte ho consumato molto più di quanto possa sopportare
Oh, questo è molto chiaro per te
E tu puoi dire che non ho mai amato davvero
Tu puoi dire d'altronde che dormo tutto il giorno

E in tutta la mia vita nessuno mi ha mai dato nulla
Nessuno mai mi ha dato nulla
Il mio amore è acuminato come un ago nei tuoi occhi
Tu devi essere un tale pazzo per passarmi oltre

Una canzone raffinata e bella, introspettiva e poetica fino a stordire. La dispersione delle parole nella musica contribuisce a trasmettere una gran quantità di emozioni. Morrissey si dipinge qui (e non vi è dubbio sul fatto che il testo sia autobiografico) come disperato, orribilimente ossessionato da se stesso e privo di qualsiasi speranza.

Il video della canzone è disponibile sul DVD "Oye Esteban".

Album: Your Arsenal
Anno di pubblicazione: 1992
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Alain Whyte

ultimo agg.: 12.06.2009

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