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The whispering,
May hurt you,
But the printed word might kill you
The whispering,
May hurt you,
But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue,
The blue eyes fool you,
They're just gelignite,
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows,
You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home
The teenagers,
Who love you,
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers,
Who love you,
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue,
The blue eyes fool you,
They're just gelignite,
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows,
You know I couldn't last,
Someone please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and,
It weighs so heavy on my back,
Someone please take me home
The critics who,
Can't break you,
They somehow help to make you,
The critics who,
Can't break you,
Unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days,
Of the gold discs,
Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles,
You know I couldn't last,
Accountants rampant,
You know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism,
Thrown my way to stay,
And the northern leeches go on,
Removing, removing, removing
Then in the end,
Your royalties bring you luxuries,
Your royalties bring you luxuries,
Oh but
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind
May hurt you,
But the printed word might kill you
The whispering,
May hurt you,
But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue,
The blue eyes fool you,
They're just gelignite,
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows,
You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home
The teenagers,
Who love you,
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers,
Who love you,
They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue,
The blue eyes fool you,
They're just gelignite,
Loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows,
You know I couldn't last,
Someone please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and,
It weighs so heavy on my back,
Someone please take me home
The critics who,
Can't break you,
They somehow help to make you,
The critics who,
Can't break you,
Unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days,
Of the gold discs,
Creep up and mug you
With evil legal eagles,
You know I couldn't last,
Accountants rampant,
You know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism,
Thrown my way to stay,
And the northern leeches go on,
Removing, removing, removing
Then in the end,
Your royalties bring you luxuries,
Your royalties bring you luxuries,
Oh but
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind,
The squalor of the mind
Lyrics submitted by Brandnizzle2k4
Track duration: 05:51
"You Know I Couldn't Last" as written by Steven Patrick/whyte Morrissey
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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They somehow help to make you
The critics who, Can't break you, Unwittingly they make you
ilove this, & morrissey.
Clearly this is about the ills of becoming a famous musician. The song is full of familiar rock star complaints--the cruelty and fickleness of critics and fans, marketing and merchandise distractions, feuds over royalties. But they are presented in a fresh and witty way, as is to be expected from Morrissey. I like the lines "the teenagers who love you, they will wake up, yawn, and kill you" and "the critics who can't break you, unwittingly they make you."
Often people criticize stars who make such complaints about their fame, and I could see people dismissing this song in the same way-- "oh, Morrissey's too rich and famous now, boo hoo"-- but I think this is a genuine attempt by Morrissey to talk about the problems that he is dealing with now, just as writing about poverty and ennui in Manchester were genuine reactions to what his life was like at the time he wrote songs for The Smiths.