Steven Morrissey
Steven Morrissey
Steven Patrick Morrissey, professionally known only as Morrissey, is an English singer, songwriter and author. He rose to prominence as the lead singer of the indie rock band The Smiths, which was active from 1982 to 1987. Since then, Morrissey has had a solo career, making the top ten of the UK Singles Chart on ten occasions...
racism common-sense our-society
Racism is beyond common sense and has no place in our society.
new-york listening movement
I didn't really see the British punk movement, if that's what it was, as wildly original, because I had been listening so intently to all the New York music since 1973, really.
thinking imagination want
I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.
church wrecks want
Pass the pub that wrecks your body And the church, all they want is your money
beautiful children brave
As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.
hands three singers
Whether it be Beyonce or Justin Bieber, we see singers who have absolutely nothing to offer anyone as they walk off stage clutching three Grammys in each hand.
grateful political risk
I first bought a Buffy Sainte-Marie record when I was 12, and her music has always remained with me. In the 1960s, as a political activist, Buffy's lyrics were fearless, and I'm very grateful for all the risks that she took.
artist years singing
I began to go to concerts when I was 12 years old. And I would stand there, the small imp that I was, and I would expect the world to be laid before me by these artists, and in some cases it was. So when I climbed onto the stage, I always imagined that I was singing to somebody who was similar to how I had been.
meat-industry earth violence
You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.
blessed play disco
Burn down the disco Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life
music book reason
With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.
mistake looks ends
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
unsaid wasteland
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
thinking fool rhyme
Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.