Oh honey; I’ve got to go
Work hard and say it’s easy
The poetic ‘death’ of the dreamer who never fulfils his dream; the writer who never finds the words; the odd outsider who never finds a way in.
Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away
All human activity is fruitless when pitted against the girls and boys singing on pop television’, Morrissey has written of his youth, ‘for they have found the answer as the rest of us search for the question.’
There’s a boy I know – he’s the one I dream of
Trying to catch her eye
Let it ride
She, like our parents’ generation, belonged to a nation that despite its shortcomings – and there were many – had an identity and a confidence. ‘It is lack of confidence, more than anything else, that kills a civilisation’, the historian Kenneth Clark once said. ‘We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.’
Send her victorious
