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The Smiths, foi uma banda de rock inglesa formada em Manchester em 1982, composta por Morrissey, Johnny Marr, Andy Rourke e Mike Joyce. Morrissey e Marr formaram a parceria de composição da banda. Os Smiths são considerados um dos mais importantes artistas da música independente britânica dos anos 1980.

Girlfriend in a Coma – The Smiths

Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know, it’s serious Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know, it’s really serious There were times when I could Have murdered her But you know, I would hate Anything to happen to her No, I don’t want to see her Do you really think She’ll pull through Do you really think She’ll pull through Do ooh ooh ooh Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know, it’s serious My, my, my, my, my, my baby, goodbye There were times when I could Have strangled her But you know, I would hate Anything […]

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Death of a Disco Dancer – The Smiths

The death of a disco dancer Well, it happens a lot ‘round here And if you think Peace Is a common goal That goes to show How little you know The death of a disco dancer Well, I’d rather not get involved I never talk to my neighbour I’d rather not get involved Oh Love, peace and harmony? Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice But maybe in the next world Love, peace and harmony? Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice Very nice But maybe in the […]

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I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish – The Smiths

The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced Three-word gesture I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go Hair brushed and parted Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I’m not too sure I grabbed you by the guilded beams Uh, that’s what tradition means And I doused another venture With a gesture That was absolutely vile I started something I forced you to a zone And you were clearly Never meant to go […]

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A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours – The Smiths

Oh hello I am the ghost of Troubled Joe Hung by his pretty white neck Some eighteen months ago I travelled to a mystical time zone And I missed my bed And I soon came home They said : “There’s too much caffeine In your bloodstream And a lack of real spice In your life” I said : “Leave me alone Because I’m alright, dad Surprised to still Be on my own…” Oh, but don’t mention love I’d hate the strain of the pain again A rush and a push and the land that We stand on is ours It […]

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Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others- The Smiths

Interplete: The Smiths Ano de Lançamento: 1986 Albúm: The Queen Is Dead Take me out tonight Where there’s music and there’s people And they’re young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I haven’t got one Anymore Take me out tonight Because I want to see people and I Want to see life Driving in your car Oh, please don’t drop me home Because it’s not my home, it’s their Home, and I’m welcome no more And if a double-decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Is such a heavenly […]

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There Is a Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths

Take me out tonight Where there’s music and there’s people And they’re young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home Because I haven’t got one Anymore Take me out tonight Because I want to see people and I Want to see life Driving in your car Oh, please don’t drop me home Because it’s not my home, it’s their Home, and I’m welcome no more And if a double-decker bus Crashes into us To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten-ton truck Kills the both of […]

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Vicar in a Tutu – The Smiths

I was minding my business Lifting some lead off The roof of the Holy Name church It was worthwhile living a laughable life To set my eyes on the blistering sight Of a Vicar in a tutu He’s not strange He just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thing With a decorative ring That wouldn’t cover the head of a goose As Rose collects the money in a canister Who comes sliding down the bannister ? The Vicar in a tutu He’s not strange He just wants to live his life this way The […]

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Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I’d like to smash every tooth In your head Oh…sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her Walkman started to melt Oh… Bigmouth, la…bigmouth, la… Bigmouth strikes again And I’ve got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh, bigmouth, la … bigmouth, la Bigmouth strikes again And I’ve got no […]

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Cemetry Gates – The Smiths

A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people, all those lives Where are they now? With loves, and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived And then they died It seems so unfair I want to cry You say : “‘Ere thrice the sun done salutation […]

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Never Had No One Ever – The Smiths

When you walk without ease On these Streets where you were raised I had a really bad dream It lasted twenty years, seven months, and twenty seven days I never, I’m alone, and I Never, ever oh, had no one ever Now I’m outside your house I’m alone And I’m outside your house I hate to intrude Oh, alone, I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone I’m alone I’m alone And I never, never, oh, had no one ever I never had no one ever I never had no, no one ever Had no one never Never, no Oh Compositores: Steven […]

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I Know It’s Over – The Smiths

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough said. I know it’s over – still I cling I don’t know where else I can go Oh… Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head See, the sea wants to take me The knife wants to slit me Do you think you can help me? Sad veiled bride, please be happy Handsome groom, give her room Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (Though she needs you More than she loves you) And I know […]

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Frankly, Mr. Shankly – The Smiths

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I’ve held It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I’m a sickening wreck I’ve got the twenty first century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly Fame, fame, fatal fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I’d rather be famous Than righteous or holy Any day, any day, any day But sometimes I feel more […]

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The Queen Is Dead – The Smiths

Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don’t care, I should like to see my… I don’t bless them Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I’m truly sorry – but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don’t you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother’s bridal veil? Oh… And so, I checked […]

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Meat Is Murder – The Smiths

Heifer whines could be human cries Closer comes the screaming knife This beautiful creature must die This beautiful creature must die A death for no reason And death for no reason is murder And the flesh you so fancifully fry Is not succulent, tasty or kind It’s death for no reason And death for no reason is murder And the calf that you carve with a smile Is murder And the turkey you festively slice Is murder Do you know how animals die? Kitchen aromas aren’t very homely It’s not “comforting”, cheery or kind It’s sizzling blood and the unholy […]

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Barbarism Begins at Home – The Smiths

Unruly boys Who will not grow up Must be taken in hand Unruly girls Who will not settle down They must be taken in hand A crack on the head Is what you get for not asking And a crack on the head Is what you get for asking Unruly boys Who will not grow up Must be taken in hand Unruly girls Who will not settle down They must be taken in hand A crack on the head Is what you get for not asking And a crack on the head Is what you get for asking No, a […]

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Well I Wonder – The Smiths

Well I wonder Do you hear me when you sleep ? I hoarsely cry Oh… Well I wonder Do you see me when we pass ? I half die… Oh… Please keep me in mind Please keep me in mind Gasping – but somehow still alive This is the fierce last stand of all I am Gasping – dying – but somehow still alive This is the final stand of all I am Please keep me in mind Well I wonder Well I wonder Please keep me in mind Keep me in mind Keep me in mind Compositores: Steven Morrissey […]

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Nowhere Fast – The Smiths

I’d like to drop my trousers to the world I am a man of means, of slender means Each household appliance Is like a new science in my town And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion I’d get such a shock I’d probably jump in the ocean And when a train goes by, it’s such a sad sound No, no, no, no, no It’s such a sad thing I’d like to drop my trousers to the Queen Every sensible child will know what this means The poor and the needy Are selfish and greedy on her […]

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That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore – The Smiths

Park the car at the side of the road You should know Time’s tide will smother you And I will too When you laugh about people who feel so Very lonely Their only desire is to die Well, I’m afraid It doesn’t make me smile I wish I could laugh But that joke isn’t funny anymore It’s too close to home And it’s too near the bone It’s too close to home And it’s too near the bone More than you’ll ever know … Kick them when they fall down Kick them when they fall down You kick them when […]

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What She Said – The Smiths

What she said : “How come someone hasn’t noticed That I’m dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I’m ready!” La-la-la… What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she’s had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la… What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had Oh… No no no… What she read All heady books She’d sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she read All heady books She’d sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy […]

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I Want the One I Can’t Have – The Smiths

On the day that your mentality Decides to try to catch up with your biology Come round … ‘Cause I want the one I can’t have And it’s driving me mad It’s all over, all over, all over my face On the day that your mentality Catches up with your biology I want the one I can’t have And it’s driving me mad It’s all over, all over, all over my face A double bed And a stalwart lover for sure These are the riches of the poor A double bed And a stalwart lover for sure These are the […]

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