Here’s an activity to do with friends. Have a contest to see who can come up with the most depressing lyric from The Smiths. It’s remarkably easy as all their lyrics pretty much want to make you take a knife to your throat. A serrated one, so you can slowly saw through your jugular while you contemplate the misery of the world.
But seriously, what’s there to be so sad about, Morrissey? You’re an effing rock star! rejoice! But no, instead:
“Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had would make a good man bad
So for once in my life let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time”
Not depressing enough for ya? Try this one on for size:
“Surly you're happy
It should be this way?
I said "No"
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink”
And my personal favorite:
“I think about life and I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me”
Endless fun, I tell you.
What reminded me of Morissey and The Smiths? Two blogs I read regularly: Dooce and my friend’s friend Jim. Which begs the question:
In my life, why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?
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"i wear black on the outside because black is how i feel on the inside."
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