Today's song is this Morrissey/Street composition, a B-side from "The Last of the Famous International Playboys".
What do we think of this one?
Don't compare Morrissey to the Cure! Thats terrible!A beautiful song, with echoes of The Cure in the arrangement. Very sinister, too, helped by the electric guitar winding its way around the acoustics. The lyrics, while spare, illustrate a disturbing picture of the titular objects, and increase the cold, detached feeling of the overall composition. It seems of a piece with the first version of “Jack The Ripper” (I.e. the b-side version), and, like that later track, doesn’t really place anywhere clearly in his discography.
A unique piece, then.
The Michael Collins one doesn't feel accurate - I think it was asserted via Hoffman that he died at Béal na Bláth "sports ground", but the historical evidence doesn't refer to it as a sports ground.
Michael Hogan however (Bloody Sunday victim), died literally on a football field - so is a candidate.
That said, Hungerford was only about 15 months old when the single appeared (about 12 months when recorded) - not convinced about that though.
So, yes, ambiguity reigns.
Let's check out another track off it, this is "Michaels Bones".
Ah yes. It's probably too sad for me to tell you what it's really about but, uh... there he lay.
None of the people this song is supposed to be about really fit the lyrics. I would like to hear anything he has had to say about this song. I like it a lot just as it is with the meaning left open. The "Mister policeman" line reminds me of "Dear inspector, don't you know?"
It's a very Morrissey song.