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Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On aroma and clothes
Fabric and dyes
Christian Dior
You wasted your life
On grandeur and style
Making the poor rich smile
You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even write their own name
Christian Dior
You wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve.
You could have run wild
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell their own name
Oh, Christian Dior
Oh, Christian Dior
When you look at me
Failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian Dior
I could've run loudly and proudly
Or forcible entry
Morally bankrupt
And never non-violent
And drawn to what scares me
And scared of what bores me
Years alone will never be returned.
Christian Dior
Lyonise maverick, ah
Design if you can, ah
The way to just be a man, ah
To just be a man, ah
Christian Dior...
You wasted your life
On aroma and clothes
Fabric and dyes
You wasted your life
On grandeur and style
Making the poor rich smile
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even write their own name
You wasted your life
Sensually stroking the weaves of a sleeve.
On the backstreets of Lyon or Marseille
Reckless and legless and stoned
Impregnating women
Or kissing mad street boys from Napoli
Who couldn't even spell their own name
Oh, Christian Dior
Failure is all that you see
I discipline my days just like Christian Dior
Or forcible entry
Morally bankrupt
And never non-violent
And drawn to what scares me
And scared of what bores me
Years alone will never be returned.
Lyonise maverick, ah
Design if you can, ah
The way to just be a man, ah
To just be a man, ah
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Ah, 'what a terrible mess I've made of my life... what a mess I've made of my life!'... It seemed a bit much when a 23 year old was saying that, but at 47, maybe he has a point???
That said, plenty of people would swap their wives and kids (or more interesting encounters with rent boys!!!) for being a rock star with a load of cash to spend on designer shirts he just tears off and throw for his adoring audience to devour... Moz, if you are feeling lonely, give me a bell ;)
I think this is Morrissey addressing a younger version of himself really, he's recently said that his celibate phase is well and truly over, but he regrets remaining celibate for so long and not sowing as many wild oats as it were, as he could have done. Basically, just encouraging of sexual freedom and experimentation.
He's saying that his obsession with his craft kept him from doing wilder crazier things. But he's not shallow or "morally bankrupt" anyway. He's saying that people like he and Christian Dior are freaks, but in a good way.