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Excellent Choice Lyrics
Excellent choice!
Morgan moves back to the familiar charms of his fiery days when Morgan still felt something.
No longer
Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four.
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love.
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed,
Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets.
Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees.
Excellent!
He doesn't sleep much on account of a terrible pain in his head.
And sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children's stories.
Now listen
Well I'm not trying to question your decision,
In my opinion
You've made an excellent choice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind.
In my head, well, you're just fine
Excellent choice.
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder, sagging eyelids & pocked cheeks,
Intelligent the television buzzes & crackles & preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery.
His taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife's cooking.
Morgan dreads the family meal, clenching one hand under the table.
The bland wall hangings nod at the food in recognition. They are far too familiar with one another.
Morgan's work for minimum wage is no comfort.
He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute.
A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts and dream-sapping commerce.
Any creative reserves once stored are long gone.
Morgan seethes at the realisation he has given his children too much of the little he has.
Morgan wishes his family dead.
Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion
I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head you're just fine.
Excellent Choice.
Well done sir.
Lacking imagination, and full of despair, Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word.
The door shuts compliantly as he moves outside.
Slips slightly on the spit-covered steps of his estate.
Morgan crunches down the path with regular, driven feet, pushing through the grey clouds escaping his mouth.
Approaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes.
No longer
Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four.
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love.
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed,
Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets.
Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees.
And sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children's stories.
Well I'm not trying to question your decision,
In my opinion
You've made an excellent choice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind.
In my head, well, you're just fine
Excellent choice.
Intelligent the television buzzes & crackles & preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery.
His taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife's cooking.
Morgan dreads the family meal, clenching one hand under the table.
The bland wall hangings nod at the food in recognition. They are far too familiar with one another.
Morgan's work for minimum wage is no comfort.
He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute.
A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts and dream-sapping commerce.
Any creative reserves once stored are long gone.
Morgan seethes at the realisation he has given his children too much of the little he has.
Morgan wishes his family dead.
I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head you're just fine.
Excellent Choice.
Well done sir.
The door shuts compliantly as he moves outside.
Slips slightly on the spit-covered steps of his estate.
Morgan crunches down the path with regular, driven feet, pushing through the grey clouds escaping his mouth.
Approaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes.
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Submitted by
biffta On Feb 19, 2007
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The song is about a man (morgan who is struggling through life. his family takes his values,his property,his life,and everything he worked for.So one day he decides to make an "excellent choice" leave his family, lye on the tracks, and sadly wait to his life is over;which is when the train comes.
ANYONE KNOWS WHO SINGS/TALKS THE POEM/MORGAN POEM PART, I HAVE AN ABSTRACTION THAT IT MIGHT BE COFFIN JOE.
My favourite lyric in this song is: "He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute." Just because of the fact it is very, very true...
i'm sure i've heard a version of this without the "morgan" story. quite like it with though, it would be a bit bare without it. i love the sarcasm in faris' voice, its class. whoever's speaking (not sure who) has a very sexy voice. best song on the album, no question.
The beautiful voice is Spider Webb also known as Rhys xx
This song reminds me of the book 1984 by George Orwell... i mean think of it, his wife could be members of the anti-sex thingymejigger... i haven't finished reading the book yet but i ain't too sure Winston dies at the end, but meh, that's all that sprang to mind.
I think the chorus is comments on the story told in the verse, very sarcastic, mocking a person's choices, and one big choice in particular. And that "Morgan wishes his family dead, awwww" bit shows he has no sympathy for him.
The original version with the other story is found on The Horrors [EP]
we met faris backstage in leeds and he told us in his words that "tom did it"
so tomethy furse reads the morgan poem, not spider webb :x
Jessikat, I really want to tell you what happens in '1984'!
The story about Morgan is that he is depressed with his life. So he Kills himself.
"Approaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes. "
He lies on a railway line and waits for a train to come.