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This site and all of the work made to keep it updated during the last 26 years are dedicated to my beloved friend MaCa65 who suddenly left this lonely planet
and me without words. Throughout the short stretch of time that we have been given to spend together as close friends, we shared many things,
thoughts, afternoons, views, passions and some bits of Life. Back in 1983, together we discovered a band called The Smiths and together since then, we followed Morrissey's career
as one of the most influential and inspiring singer/artist/poet of our age. Maca65 has always been a strong supporter since when I first launched WoM,
so this is and will always be entirely for you, my friend. -- David

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The Secret Of Music

I am out of tune
Violin, the state I'm in
I've lived through many Junes
I am out of tune
The center hole is overgrown
I'm listening face down
Birds sound around
Like a sudden spell of bells
Or orchestrated swells
I am out of tune
Play the flute
For love or loot
That's really up to you
How it clings
Like pinging strings of mandolins
That pluck to your good luck
No trombone
Or glockenspiel could ever feel
The way I feel tonight

Bum, bum, bum, the drum
Cymbals symbolize your mind
I think that you should cry
Classical guitar
Lover new, oh yes, you are
Pan pipes save a life
No angelic flute
Can F hold
A harping soul?
Each song ends with a gong

Fat bassoon
Clears the room
But nothing now can take away my gloom
Triangle
Fiddle Stradivarius
I'd like to cause a fuss

Boo, boo


 


Album: I Am Not A Dog On A Chain
Year of Publication: 2020
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Mando Lopez

last update: 03/06/2025

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Il segreto della musica

Sono stonato
Violino, lo stato in cui mi trovo
Ho vissuto molte Giugni
Sono stonato
Il buco centrale è troppo grande
Sto ascoltando a faccia in giù
Gli uccelli suonano intorno
Come un improvviso incantesimo di campane
Oppure onde di orchestrazione
Sono stonato
Suono il flauto
Per amore o per bottino
Dipende da te
Come si aggrappa
Come le corde tintinnanti dei mandolini
Che pizzicano la tua fortuna
Nessun trombone
O Glockenspiel potrebbe mai sentirsi
Come mi sento io stasera

Bum, bum, bum, il tamburo
I piatti simboleggiano la tua mente
Penso che dovresti piangere
Chitarra classica
Nuovo amante, oh sì, lo sei
Le canne di Pan salvano una vita
Nessun flauto angelico
Può contenere
Un'anima che arpeggia?
Ogni canzone termina con un gong

Fagotto grasso
Fa svuotare la stanza
Ma niente ora può togliermi la tristezza
Triangolo
Violino Stradivari
Vorrei provocare un po' di confusione

Boo, boo


 


Album: I Am Not A Dog On A Chain
Anno di pubblicazione: 2020
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Mando Lopez

ultimo agg.: 03/06/2025

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