LYRICS
作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK
作曲 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK
Paint A Vulgar Picture - The Smiths
At the record company meeting
On their hands - a dead star
And oh the plans they weave
And oh the sickening greed
At the record company party
On their hands - a dead star
The sycophantic slags all say :
"I knew him first and I knew him well"
Re-issue Re-package Re-package
Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)
A-list playlist
"Please them please them "
"Please them "
(sadly THIS was your life)
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have said no
If you'd wanted to
BPI MTV BBC
"Please them Please them "
(sadly this was your life)
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have walked away
Couldn't you
I touched you at the soundcheck
You had no real way of knowing
In my heart I begged "Take me with you
I don't care where you're going "
But to you I was faceless
I was fawning I was boring
Just a child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know
Who could never really know
Oh
Best of Most of
Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves
Buy both and feel deceived
Climber - new entry re-entry
World tour ("media whore")
"Please the Press in Belgium "
(THIS was your life )
And when it fails to recoup
Well maybe :
You just haven't earned it yet baby
I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
You're just the same as I am
What makes most people feel happy
Leads us headlong into harm
So in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses'
I danced my legs down to the knees
But me and my 'true love'
Will never meet again
At the record company meeting
On their hands - at last - a dead star
But they can never taint you in my eyes
No they can never touch you now
No they cannot hurt you my darling
They cannot touch you now
But me and my 'true love'
Will never meet again