Probably my earworm for the next few days; also one of my faves in terms of Johnny Marr's guitar work.
Must jam The Smiths before my jam becomes unstuck. Did that sound naughty? I was trying to be clever. Nevermind, I digress... Enjoy what appears to be a stoned Morrisey doing his thing. Whatever that thing may be, haha. :)
Behind the hatred there lies...
IMHO the Smiths best song - the perfect counterpoint between the misery of the Moz and the jangling joy of Marr - the last minute just makes you want to swing about with a daffodil.
And when you want to live, how do you start? Where do you go? Who do you need to know?
"How can they look into my eyes and still they don't believe me?" Writing #WicDiv. Entirely irrelevant to the issue, but just jumped out.