To qualify for inclusion in this occasional series, the song in question had to be the lead-off track on Side 1 of the LP (or track 1 on the CD), and NOT have been released as a single.My American readers may feel I'm cheating today as this was in fact given a US-only release as a single. I don't care.
It's my long held view that this is one of the finest tunes and lyrics that Morrissey has ever produced in his solo career that now stretches back some 20 years...
There's gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone I love in the house
Will recline on an analyst's couch quite soon
Your Father cracks a joke
And in the usual way
Empties the room
Tell all of my friends
I don't have too many
Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Rush to danger
Wind up nowhere
Patric Doonan - raised to wait
I'm tired again, I've tried again
And now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Every jammy Stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Underact - express depression
Ah, but Bunnie I loved you
I was tired again I've tried again,
And now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Will you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Oh ... Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So ... slow ...
It's those three lines about friends...and not having that many that bring a lump to my throat just about every time I play this song. I know many people think a lot of Morrissey's lyrics are autobiographical - and that may well be true. But in my mind, this song belongs to the same protagonist who just a decade earlier was crying out that he was human and needed to be loved in How Soon Is Now?
Remember how that protagonist had the club where he liked to go, where he stood on his own, and he left on his own and he went home and he cried and he wanted to die? Well...I reckon one day he just plucked up the courage to go to the club and actually meet the someone who really loves him. The problem is, that 10 years later, that the love is dying......slowly and painfully. And our protagonist is left with just a bunch of memories and reference points.....
Or maybe I'm just talking bollocks???
mp3 : Morrissey - Now My Heart Is Full
Happy Listening
6 comments:
pffft.....and i'm over here blabbing on about sex, silly me.
no, not too many friends, but you bloggers and other assorted interenet lovers are my puny brothers at times, ty for that...
so you see, the eyes are not the windows to the soul or whatever sort of rubbish that lovers say, it's music ... and sharing one's music is such a personal thing, you're very brave or very foolish, or maybe both of us are a bit of both! thank you again for making me care xoxoxox... (yeah Morrissey at 1:30 a.m. always gets me a bit sappy, sorry)
Excellent choice for this series. I've never really thought about connecting How Soon Is Now with Now My Heart is Full, but the way you argue it, I could believe it. My question has always been why he used characters from Brighton Rock in the lyrics. Is it because the protagonist wanted to be part of a gang of sorts, but was just as doomed as the boys in the book, or because he wanted to emphasize that he is also a ne'er-do-well like those in the book, or because he wished he was harder like Pinkie so he wouldn't be feeling the pain of unrequited love. I suppose I kind of answered my own question.
I've just popped in having earlier posted this. Blistering Blogger World Coincidences Batman! Agreed on that track BTW, it's bloody ace.
It's a belter of a song. My favourite Morrissey solo track without a doubt.
This album is by far the best thing Moz ever did, solo or with The Smiths. Don't forget the last track on this one. Opening with Now My Heart Is Full and closing with Speedway is about as perfect as it gets.
One of my favourites, though like Anglopunk, I always tried to puzzle out a reason for the Graham Greene stuff... beyond Moz's old habit of stealing from classic English writers whenever possible.
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