Morrissey: World Peace Is None Of Your Business

[Eldritch]

Gosh, I love these titles.


1 WORLD PEACE IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS (4:21)
2 NEAL CASSADY DROPS DEAD (4:02)
3 ISTANBUL (4:40)
4 I'M NOT A MAN (7:50)
5 EARTH IS THE LONELIEST PLANET (3:38)
6 STAIRCASE AT THE UNIVERSITY (5:30)
7 THE BULLFIGHTER DIES (2:05)
8 KISS ME A LOT (4:03)
9 SMILER WITH KNIFE (5:13)
10 KICK THE BRIDE DOWN THE AISLE (5:18)
11 MOUNTJOY (5:08)
12 OBOE CONCERTO (4:07)

The album is out in July.

[Patrick Bateman]

I wonder if track 11 is about the stocky Welsh former snooker professional Doug Mountjoy.

[Eldritch]

I wonder if track 11 is about the stocky Welsh former snooker professional Doug Mountjoy.

As somebody in a Morrissey forum pointed out, this is a far more likely option:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountjoy_Prison

[Patrick Bateman]

As somebody in a Morrissey forum pointed out, this is a far more likely option:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountjoy_Prison

Well with Mozzer one can never be sure. But yeah, I lived close to Mountjoy for a couple of years.

[PoloPony]

He's got a brand new album coming out??

[Eldritch]

He's got a brand new album coming out??

No, he just released a bunch of song titles.

[PoloPony]

I don't understand if you're being sarcastic or not.

[alig]

Yawn! Morrissey is the perfect narcissist who touches himself in front of the mirror. He is also a t***.

[One of the crowd]

He's got a brand new album coming out??

No, he just released a bunch of song titles.

Not just song titles but track length times too it seems

[GalataPSB]

When he first cried
His mother died
I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young
The father searches for the son

In Istanbul
Give him back to me
Oh, Istanbul
Give me back my brown-eyed son

Moonlight jumping through the trees
Sunken eyes avoiding me
From dawn to dusk the hunt is on
The father searches for the son

In Istanbul
Give him back to me
In Istanbul
Give me back my brown-eyed son

On secret streets in disbelief
Little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes; stylish and glum
In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?

Rolling breathless off the tongue
The vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine
Identify the kid as mine

Istanbul
Istanbul