A rather straightforward, slice-of-life narrative from Morrissey here. One line sums it up: "Someone falls in love/and someone's beaten up/and the senses being dulled are mine"
Which incidentally must be the most delayed rhyme I can think of in any pop song, "mine" going all the way back to "dulling wine"
In a way, this feels--to me--all of a piece with "How Soon is Now?" Steven--when he still called himself that--is watching other people fall in love, but it's not happening for him. Going to funfairs (or clubs) hoping to meet someone. At this age he hasn't yet given up on love, but given time he looks at the world and decides the balance leans toward cruelty instead, all too often. No, there is not "something horribly wrong with" you, Morrissey...it's merely that your eyes are too keen.
A rather straightforward, slice-of-life narrative from Morrissey here. One line sums it up: "Someone falls in love/and someone's beaten up/and the senses being dulled are mine"
Which incidentally must be the most delayed rhyme I can think of in any pop song, "mine" going all the way back to "dulling wine"
In a way, this feels--to me--all of a piece with "How Soon is Now?" Steven--when he still called himself that--is watching other people fall in love, but it's not happening for him. Going to funfairs (or clubs) hoping to meet someone. At this age he hasn't yet given up on love, but given time he looks at the world and decides the balance leans toward cruelty instead, all too often. No, there is not "something horribly wrong with" you, Morrissey...it's merely that your eyes are too keen.