Finally someone with a clear view on literature. The irony drips off the song.
Listen to the way he sings it, to the music. Ofcourse he's taking the piss out of self-complaint without any form of humour as in cough Robert Smith's lyrics and way of dressing. It's no secret that he hated Robert Smith and everything he did and was.
And Morrissey NEVER complains without a hint of irony. Even "How soon is now" : Going to a club to find someone who really loves you. Sorry I can't imagine him being so naive.
You go home AND you cry AND you want to die. That sentence isn't like anything near complaining about your own situation, a short summing up for such big feelings?
Robert Smith would write a fucking half booklet on how miserable he felt in that situation. Morrissey is clever enough to mock such a situation AND at the same time feeling sorry for shy people.
Finally someone with a clear view on literature. The irony drips off the song. Listen to the way he sings it, to the music. Ofcourse he's taking the piss out of self-complaint without any form of humour as in cough Robert Smith's lyrics and way of dressing. It's no secret that he hated Robert Smith and everything he did and was.
And Morrissey NEVER complains without a hint of irony. Even "How soon is now" : Going to a club to find someone who really loves you. Sorry I can't imagine him being so naive. You go home AND you cry AND you want to die. That sentence isn't like anything near complaining about your own situation, a short summing up for such big feelings? Robert Smith would write a fucking half booklet on how miserable he felt in that situation. Morrissey is clever enough to mock such a situation AND at the same time feeling sorry for shy people.