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1. Something is squeezing my skull
2. Mama lay softly on the riverbed
3. Black cloud
4. I’m throwing my arms around Paris
5. All you need is me
6. When last I spoke to Carol
7. That’s how people grow up
8. One day goodbye will be farewell
9. It’s not your birthday anymore
10. You were good in your time
11. Sorry doesn’t help12. I’m OK by myself
Something is squeezing my skull
I’m doing very well
I can block out the present and the past now
I know by now you think I should have straightened
myself out
thank you, drop dead
something is squeezing my skull
something I can barely describe
there is no love in modern life
I’m doing very well
it’s a miracle I even made it this far
the motion of taxis excites me
will you peel it back and bite me?
something is squeezing my skull
something I can barely describe
there is no hope in modern life
something is squeezing my skull something I can’t fi ght
no true friends in modern life
diazepam (that’s valium)
tamazepam … lithium
… hrt, ect
how long must I stay on this stuff ?
don’t gimmie anymore, don’t gimmie anymore, don’t
gimmie anymore, don’t gimmie anymore, PLEASE
DON’T gimmie anymore
you swore you would not gimmie anymore, don’t gimmie
anymore ….
please don’t gimmie anymore
oh you swore
you swore!
you swore!
you swore you would not gimmie anymore
Mama lay softly on the riverbed
Mama, why did you do it?
Mama, who drove you to it?
was it the pigs in grey suits
persecuting you?
uncivil servants unconcerned at how they frighten you
Life is nothing much to lose
it’s just so lonely here without you
Mama, why did you do it?
Mama, who drove you to it?
spare priggish money-men who scared the life out of you
bailiff s with bad-breath
I will slit their throats for you
Life is nothing much to lose
it’s just so lonely here
without you, Mama
Life is nothing much to lose
it’s just so lonely here without you, so
we’re gonna run to you
we’re gonna come to you
we’re gonna lie down
beside you, Mama
we’re gonna be with you
we’re gonna join you
we’re gonna lie down
beside you, Mama
and we will be safe and sheltered in our graves
we’ll come before you
and we will kiss you
by way of one fi nal hug, Mama.
When last I spoke to Carol
When last I spoke to Carol I said:
“I can’t pretend it gets easier.”
she said:
“I’ve hung on, I have edged along this narrow ledge since
the day I was born in .”
When last I spoke to Carol I said:
“I can’t pretend I feel love for you.”
she said:
“I’ve hammered a smile across this pasty face of mine
since the day I was born in .”
When I said goodbye to Carol
black earth upon the casket fell
she had faded to
something I always knew
to the rescue
nobody ever comes.
All you need is me
You hiss and groan and you constantly moan but you
don’t ever go away and that’s because all you need is me
you roll you eyes up to the skies mock horrifi ed—but
you’re still here
because all you need is me
there’s so much destruction
all over the world
and all you can do is
complain about me
you bang your head against the wall and say you’re sick
of it all
yet you remain
’cause all you need is me
and then you off er your one-and-only
joke and you ask me what will I be
when I grow up to be a man
me? nothing ….
there’s a soft voice singing in your head
who can this be?
I do believe it’s me
there’s a naked man standing laughing in your dreams
you know who it is
but you don’t like what it means
Th ere’s so much destruction
all over the world
and all you can do is
complain about me
I was a small fat child in a welfare house, there was only
one thing I ever dreamed about and fate has just handed
it to me, whoopee
You don’t like me but you love me
either way, you’re wrong
you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
I’m throwing my arms around Paris
In the absence of your love
and in the absence of human touch
I have decided
I’m throwing my arms around
around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
In the absence of your smiling face
I travel all over the place
and I have decided
I’m throwing my arms around
around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
I’m throwing my arms around
around Paris because
only stone and steel
accept my love
I’m throwing my arms around
Paris because nobody wants my love
nobody wants my love
nobody needs my love
nobody wants my love
yes, you’ve made yourself plain
yes, you’ve made yourself very plain.
Black cloud
Th e one I love
is standing near
the one I love
is everywhere
I can woo you
I can amuse you
but there is nothing I can do to make you mine
black cloud, black cloud
Th e one I love
roosts in the mind
can snap this spell
or, increase hell
I can chase you
and I can catch you
but there is nothing I can do to make you mine
black cloud, black cloud
oh, black cloud
oh, black cloud
I play the game of Favourites now
I can I must I will I do
I can please you
or, I can freeze you out
but there is nothing I can do to make you mine
Black cloud, black cloud, black cloud
I can choke myself to please you and I can sink much
lower than usual
but there’s nothing I can do
to make you mine.
You were good in your time
Let the heart rest
lay back your head
you were good in your time
and we thank you
You made me feel less alone
you made me feel not quite so
deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked
Time takes all breath away
you were good in your time
and we thank you so
You said more in one day
than most people say
in a lifetime, it was our time
and we thank you
An end-of-the-ride sigh
your soft smile says:
“please understand, I must surrender.”
Th en you grip with your hand
now so small in mine
are you aware wherever you are
that you have just died?
It’s not your birthday anymore
Your voice it might say ‘no’
but the heart has a will of its own
your voice it might say ‘no’
but the heart has a heart of its own
It’s not your birthday anymore
there’s no need to be kind to you
and the will to see you smile and belong has now gone
It’s not your birthday anymore
did you really think we meant
all of those syrupy, sentimental things
that we said?
It cannot be given
and so it must be taken
it cannot be given
and so it must be taken
All of the gifts that they gave can’t compare in any way
to the love I am now giving to you right here right now
on the fl oor
all of the gifts that they gave can’t compare in any way
to the love I am now giving to you right here right now
on the fl oor
It’s not your birthday anymore
there’s no need to be kind to you
and the will to see you smile and belong has now gone
It’s not your birthday anymore
did you really think we meant
all of those syrupy, sentimental
things that we said yesterday?
One day goodbye will be farewell
Always be careful when you abuse the one you love
the hour or the day no one can tell
but one day “goodbye” will be “farewell”
and you will never see the one you love again
you will never see the one you love again
I have been thinking
(“what with?”)
my fi nal brain-cell
how Time grips you slyly in its spell
and, before you know, goodbye will be farewell
and you will never see the one you love again
and the smiling children tell you that you smell
well, just look at me—a savage beast—
I’ve got nothing to sell
and when I die I want to go to hell
and that’s when goodbye should be farewell
One day “goodbye” will be “farewell”
so grab me while we still have the time.
That’s how people grow up
I was wasting my time
trying to fall in love
disappointment came to me and booted me and bruised
and hurt me
But that’s how people grow up
that’s how people grow up
I was wasting my time
looking for love
someone must look at me and see their sunlit dream
I was wasting my time
praying for love
for a love that never comes from someone who does not
exist
But that’s how people grow up
that’s how people grow up
let me live before I die
….. not me, not I
I was wasting my life
always thinking about myself
someone on their death-bed said:
“there are other sorrows, too.”
I was driving my car
I crashed and broke my spine
so, yes, there are things worse in life than never being
someone’s sweetie
Th at’s how people grow up
that’s how people grow up
as for me, I’m OK
for now, anyway.
I’m OK by myself
Could this be an arm around my waist?
well, surely the hand contains a knife?
it’s been so all of my life
why change now? “it hasn’t!”
now this might surprise you, but
I fi nd I’m OK by myself
and I don’t need you
or your morality to save me
no, no, no, no, no
Th en came an arm around my shoulder
well surely the hand holds a revolver?
it’s been so all of my life
why change now? “it hasn’t!”
now this might disturb you, but
I fi nd I’m OK by myself
and I don’t need you
or your benevolence to make sense
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
Noooooooo!
After all these years I fi nd I’m OK by myself
and I don’t need you
or your homespun philosophy
no, no, no, no
Th is might make you throw up in your bed:
I’M OK BY MYSELF!
and I don’t need you
and I never have, I never have
Nooooooooo!
Nooooooooo!
Nooooooooo!
Nooooooooo!
Sorry doesn’t help
Sorries pour out of you
All wide-eyed simple smiles
certain to see you through
like a QC full of fake humility
you say:
“Oh, please forgive ..”
you say:
“Oh, live and let live .. “
but sorry doesn’t help us
and sorry will not save us
and sorry will not bring my teen years back to me (any
time soon)
Forced back, it springs right out
seasoned, you have no doubts
you lied about the lies that you told
which is the full extent of what being you is all about
you say:
“Oh, please forgive .. “
you say:
“Oh, live and let live .. “
but sorry doesn’t help us
sorry will not save us
sorry will not bring my love into my arms (as far as I
know .. )
sorry doesn’t help us
sorry will not save us
sorry is just a word you fi nd so easy to say … so you say
it anyway
sorry doesn’t help us
sorry won’t protect us
sorry won’t undo all the good gone wrong.
Recorded at conway studios in los angeles 2008
Produced by Jerry fi nn
Engineered by Seth waldmann
Front photography of Morrissey with Sebastien pesel
browne was taken by Jake walters in los angeles 2008
Group photograph was taken by Travis shinn in
los angeles 2008
Inner bag: Bodegon con jarra de Vino, 1914 (oil on canvas),
fuentes, A. Photography by Arturo osorno / inba /
the Bridgeman art library
Sleeve art is by No allegiances for Stylorouge london
Morrissey is managed by Irving azoff , Andy gould,
Lil gary for Front line management group
Jeff beck plays guitar on track 3
piano and keyboards by the great Roger joseph manning jr.,
courtesy of the Oglio entertainment group
Mark isham plays trumpets on tracks 4, 6 � 8, courtesy
Earle-tones records
Kristopher pooley sings backing vocals on track 2, 6 � 8
Kristeen young provides additional voice on track 7
Moz posse is: Charlie browne, Eduardo mendoza,
Miro lagioia, Arturo hernandez, Damon anacreonte,
Max conwell, Milky, Oliver waring, Joseph joannides,
Jaeki hildisch, Richard coble, Lloyd tripp, Rocky robert,
Rich modica
travel by Debra copelan at Tzell travel in los angeles
very special thanks to Chrissie hynde, Joe mcgrath,
Jeff beck, Jennifer ivory, Roger manning,
Susan pesel browne, Peter ellis at Crawfords
watch PARMIGIANI
tracks 5, 11 � 12 written by Morrissey and Jesse tobias
tracks 3, 4, 7 � 8 written by Morrissey and Boz boorer
tracks 1, 2, 6, 9 � 10 written by Morrissey and
Alain whyte
Morrissey is published by Warner chappell music ltd.
Boz boorer is published by Universal music ltd.
Jesse tobias is published by 8 Stitches 9 lives music
(ascap)
Alain whyte published by Copyright control
Mastered by Bill inglot and Dan hersch at Digiprep
los angeles
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Matt walker
drummer
Boz boorer
guitarist
Jesse tobias
guitarist
Solomon walker
bassist
Something is squeezing my skullMama lay softly on the riverbedBlack cloudI’m throwing my arms around ParisAll you need is meWhen last I spoke to CarolThat’s how people grow upOne day goodbye will be farewellIt’s not your birthday anymoreYou were good in your timeSorry doesn’t helpI’m OK by myself
produced by jerry fi nn
recorded in los angeles
play very loud
All tracks P 2009 Morrissey except 5 & 7 P 2008 Morrissey. © 2009 Morrissey.
Licensed exclusively to Decca Music Group Limited, London, England by Morrissey.
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Suite 1100, Nashville, Tennessee 37219. Manufactured and distributed in the United
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