Shakespeare’s sister
Shakespeare’s sister
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say :
“Throw your skinny body down, son !”
But I’m going to meet the one I love
So please don’t stand in my way
Because I’m going to meet the one I love
No, Mamma, let me go !
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say :
“Throw your white body down !”
But I’m going to meet the one I love
At last ! At last ! At last !
I’m going to meet the one I love
La-de-da, la-de-da
No, Mamma, let me go !
No …
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A Protest Singer
Oh, I can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, Mamma, let me go
No …
That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
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 they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine
Oh …
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now it’s happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now, now, now it’s happening in mine
(I’ve seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh… now, now
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now it’s happening in mine
(Happen)
Happening in mine
Oh …
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now, now, now it’s happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine
The boy with the thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don’t believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don’t believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh …
The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don’t believe us ?
And after all this time
They don’t want to believe us
And if they don’t believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to Live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?
Oh …
Oh no …
Oh …
Laa …
Bigmouth strikes again
Bigmouth strikes again
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, oh
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her Walkman started to melt
Oh …
Bigmouth, la … bigmouth, la …
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
In the Human race
Oh, bigmouth, ha ha … bigmouth, la
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
In the Human race
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, oh
As the flames rose to a roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt
Eek !
Oh, bigmouth, la … bigmouth, la …
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
With the Human race
Oh …
Bigmouth, oh … bigmouth, la …
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
In the Human race
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt, oh
As the flames rose to a roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt
Oh !
Oh, bigmouth, oh … bigmouth, la …
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
In the Human race
Oh …
Bigmouth, oh … bigmouth, la …
Bigmouth strikes again
I’ve got no right to take my place
In the Human race
Oh …
Bigmouth
Shoplifters of the world unite
Shoplifters of the world unite
Learn to love me
Assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
My only weakness is … well, never mind, never mind
Oh, shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over
Learn to love me
And assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow, and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
But last night the plans of a future war
Was all I saw on Channel Four
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over
A heartless hand on my shoulder
A push – and it’s over
Alabaster crashes down
(Six months is a long time)
Tried living in the real world
Instead of a shell
But before I began …
I was bored before I even began
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Take over
Shoplifters of the world Unite
Release date: 1987, January
UK Chart: 12
Cover: Elvis Presley, first official press photograph.
Etchings on the single’s matrix: A- ALF RAMSEY’S REVENGE
Listen to the song here
Poster Available Here
Shoplifters of the world unite
Learn to love me
Assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
My only weakness is … well, never mind, never mind
Oh, shoplifters of the world
Unite and take over
Shoplifters of the world
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over
Learn to love me
And assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow, and always
My only weakness is a listed crime
But last night the plans of a future war
Was all I saw on Channel Four
Ask
Ask
Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to
Shyness is nice and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
You’d like to
So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?
Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From saying all the things in
Life you’d like to
So, if there’s something you’d like to try
If there’s something you’d like to try
Ask me I wont say no, how could I?
Spending warm Summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buxom girl in Luxembourg
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
Nature is a language – can’t you read ?
Nature is a language – can’t you read ?
So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
If it’s not Love
Then it’s the bomb
Then it’s the bomb
That will bring us together
So, ask me, ask me, ask me,
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Oh, la…
Panic
Release date: 1986, July
UK Chart: 11
Cover star: Richard Bradford, Texas-born actor, star of the 1967 British series The Man in a Suitcase. The actor said he liked being on the cover because he was informed The Smiths were a good band but he never heard any of them. He was expecting to received a copy of the single but the record company sent hom the single without vinyl inside.
Etchings on the single’s matrix: B- I DREAMT ABOUT STEW LAST NIGHT
Listen to the song here
Posters Available Here
Panic
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you’re not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there’s Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog ’round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ