The Plagiarist's Corner, Vol. 4: Late Night, Maudlin Street
Late Night, Maudlin Street
By Morrissey
Winter Coming, Winter
Push on, push on
Oh, winter push on
Winter is so long
Winter moves on
The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, goodbye stairs
I was born here
and I was raised here,
And I took some stick here
Love at first sight
It may sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list every detail of
everything you ever wore or said
Or how you stood, the day as
we spent the last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, forever
I never stole a happy hour
...around here...
Where the world's ugliest boy
became what you see
Here I am; the ugliest man
Oh, the last night on Maudlin Street
Truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you
When I sleep
With that picture of you
framed beside my bed
Oh it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room by the bed
Yes, I told you it was silly
And I know
I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh, truly I do love you
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But you know, no one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches
all around my head
Oh the last bus I missed
To Maudlin Street
So, he drove me home in the van
Complaining, "Women only like me for my mind"
Don't leave your torch behind
A powercut ahead
1972, you know
And so we crept through the park
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline
For you
But you, without clothes
Oh, I could not keep a straight face
Me, without clothes
Well, a NATION turns its back and GAGS!
I'm packed.
I'm moving, house
A half-life disappears today
And every hag waves me on,
secretly wishing me gone
Well, I will be soon
I will be soon
There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away
in a Police Car
Inspector, don't you know?
Don't you care?
Don't you know?? About love?
Your gran died
And your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain. And ashamed.
With never time to say
Those special things...
I took the key from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar!
Oh, truly I love you
Wherever you are...
Wherever you are...
I hope you're singing now.
By Morrissey
Winter Coming, Winter
Push on, push on
Oh, winter push on
Winter is so long
Winter moves on
The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, goodbye stairs
I was born here
and I was raised here,
And I took some stick here
Love at first sight
It may sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list every detail of
everything you ever wore or said
Or how you stood, the day as
we spent the last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, forever
I never stole a happy hour
...around here...
Where the world's ugliest boy
became what you see
Here I am; the ugliest man
Oh, the last night on Maudlin Street
Truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you
When I sleep
With that picture of you
framed beside my bed
Oh it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room by the bed
Yes, I told you it was silly
And I know
I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh, truly I do love you
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But you know, no one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches
all around my head
Oh the last bus I missed
To Maudlin Street
So, he drove me home in the van
Complaining, "Women only like me for my mind"
Don't leave your torch behind
A powercut ahead
1972, you know
And so we crept through the park
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline
For you
But you, without clothes
Oh, I could not keep a straight face
Me, without clothes
Well, a NATION turns its back and GAGS!
I'm packed.
I'm moving, house
A half-life disappears today
And every hag waves me on,
secretly wishing me gone
Well, I will be soon
I will be soon
There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away
in a Police Car
Inspector, don't you know?
Don't you care?
Don't you know?? About love?
Your gran died
And your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain. And ashamed.
With never time to say
Those special things...
I took the key from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar!
Oh, truly I love you
Wherever you are...
Wherever you are...
I hope you're singing now.
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