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Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don't care,
I should like to see my
I don't bless them
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I said Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some nine-year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God
I swear, I never even knew what drugs were
Oh
So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said, "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about castration
Oh
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
Oh, these are the things that kill me
All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there
Past the pub who saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Past the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Put me on the train for London Town,
Take me anywhere,
Drop me anywhere,
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don't care,
I should like to see my
I don't bless them
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I said Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
Oh
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendant
Of some old queen or other
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Some nine-year old tough who peddles drugs
I swear to God
I swear, I never even knew what drugs were
Oh
So, I broke into the palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said, "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about castration
Oh
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty
Oh, these are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
Oh, these are the things that kill me
All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there
Past the pub who saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Past the pub that wrecks your body
And the church, all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
Track duration: 04:05
"The Queen Is Dead (Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty) [Medley]" as written by Steven Patrick/marr Morrissey
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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and talk about precious things
like love and law and poverty
these are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
and talk about precious things
but the rain that flattens my hair
these are the things that kill me"
The first I think would maybe be the guy talking about real stuff, love, law, and poverty, serious issues, while the girl, the queen or whoever it may be, is worrying about her hair, a very superficial issue, which shows how much she cares about the serious issues at hand.
Morrissey is anti-Monarchist, and I think this contributes to Morrissey's attack on modern Britain - the line about Charles appearing on the front of the Daily Mail - two things that are wrong with Britain in Morrissey's eyes. It's a very sarcastic, dry humoured line.
The line about Morrissey playing piano...not sure what that might mean but I get the feeling he's trying to say "well, it could be worse". The Queen think he isn't a good singer - things are bleak - but if you think that's bad, then look at it this way - at least he's not playing piano.
"Life is very long when you're lonely" - Probably a reference to how Morrissey feels alone in his views, he's looking from the outside in and it's taking a strain on him.
Anyway, a great song. Hypnotic rhythms, again some great guitar work from Marr and some fantastic stream-of-consciousness lyrics from Moz.
When I first heard the phrase "sponge and a rusty spanner" it made me think of sponge as a methaphor for female and spanner as male, but I've abandoned that idea.
making sure the royal line ends. He refers to the castration literally. I think the queen is murdered during the walk. He forces her outside "to have a chat". "Let's go for walk where it's quiet and dry", but it rains... (Also mocks his own vanity indeed.)
The more I think about it, the eerier the situation seems.
I would really love to hear Morrisey's opinion on the conspiracy.
So I broke into the Palace
with a sponge and a rusty spanner
she said: "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said: "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
over and over and over. (He actualy sang it better than the Smiths did, in my opinion) I really like this song because it is funny and humorou, but has a message, and the music is pretty cool.