Our song for today is this Morrissey/Nevin composition from the Kill Uncle album.
(What) do we think of this one?
Yes, completely agree about the lyrics. Looked at like that, they are insanely Morrissey (and hence wonderful). A reminder of where/when he had more in common with certain poets than with other pop stars.Morrissey has arrived not just to ruin his own life but to make null and void all that came before him. I think this is one of his best songs just it's so Morrissey. I can't imagine anyone else writing this.
While it is in some ways not his strongest work, these lyrics are classic and I'm going to give this a 10/10.
Sometimes someone somewhere can express what you want to write better. Thank you Moz and CJM. One of his iconic songs.If Morrissey alluded in 1988 that he would never settle down to the mundane every day in Will Never Marry, three years later he clarified his position beyond doubt; even (gasp!) out of wedlock – having children would be out of the question. (I’m) The End Of The Family Line is a gentle and touching little plod; Morrissey so simply, so poetically, reveals, aged 31 and in under 4 minutes, what so many people spend years trying to ham-fistedly reveal to their partner… How many relationships have failed, and how many unwanted children have been born, because people fear and fail to express themselves as succinctly, sublimely and definitively as Morrissey manages here?
Your post confirms to me how personal the appreciation is: I think the opposite as Kill Uncle is typically the album I listen to in full or not at all, because I appreciate it a lot as a whole, but the songs taken separately sound much weaker.This song is one where the bizarre, hard to explain and define experiment that is Kill Uncle works well. While I'm usually a bit harsh on KU, as I look at the original track listing I like 7/10 songs... which by almost any standard is a good/great album (8/11 if you include "Tony the Pony"). Yet, there is something messy and unfinished about the execution of it as an album for me. I know, no one asked, so I'll stop waxing nostalgic.