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Satan Rejected My Soul

Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind
He won't be dragged down
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem to be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it - please
It's free
You'll never see
You'll never see
All the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Call me in
Pull me in, call me in
Come on, come on, oh
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me in, pull me in
Call me in, haul me in, pull me in
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on
La la la la la
Oh ...


This song was actually written after an interview in 1996 in which he joked he had written a song called "Satan Spurned My Soul"; the interviewer took him seriously, so he decided to write this.
Morrissey carting his soul around on a wheelbarrow in a vain attempt to get someone to take it. The ultimate snub - he won't even be given an afterlife.
In Wuthering Heights, Catherine laments, "Heaven doesn't seem to be my home".


Album: Maladjusted
Year of Publication: 1997
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Boz Boorer

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Satana ha rifiutato la mia anima

Satana ha rifiutato la mia anima
Conosce quelli come me
Non vuole abbassarsi al mio livello
Ha visto l amia faccia in giro
Sa bene che il Paradiso non sembra essere il posto per me
Perciò devo trovare
qualche altro posto in cui andare
Perciò devo trovare
qualche altro posto in cui andare
Allora, per favore, prendila
E' gratis
Non vedrai mai
Non vedrai mai
Tutto il divertimento della vita è costoso per me
Satana ha rifiutato la mia anima
Per quanto finisca in basso
non potrà mai davvero finire così in basso
Ha visto la mia faccia in giro
Sa bene che il Paradiso non sembra essere il posto per me
Perciò devo trovare
qualche altro posto in cui andare
Perciò devo trovare
qualche altro posto in cui andare
Allora, per favore, prendila tu
E' davvero scaltra
Dai, forza, ah
Dai, dai, dai
Fammi entrare
Tirami dentro, fammi entrare
Dai, forza, oh
Dai, dai, dai
Tirami dentro, tirami dentro
Fammi entrare, tirami su, tirami dentro
Dai, forza, ah
dai, dai
La la la la la
Oh..




Sembra che il brano sia stato scritto dopo un'intervista del 1996 nella quale Morrissey affermava di aver scritto una canzone intitolata "Satan Purned My Soul". L'intervistatore lo prese sul serio e così Morrissey decise di scriverla davvero.
Morrissey che trascina la sua anima in giro con una carriola nel vano tentativo che qualcuno se la prenda. La definitiva mortificazione: non gli sarà concessa neppure una vita dopo quella terrena. In Cime Tempestose, Catherine si lamenta con le stesse parole usate da Morrissey: "Heaven doesn't seem to be my home".


Album: Maladjusted
Anno di pubblicazione: 1997
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Boz Boorer

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