November Spawned A Monster
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Original Artist: Morrissey (Morrissey, Langer)
Album: Bona Drag
Album: Bona Drag
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Sleep on, and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor, twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster in the shape of this child
Who later cried
But Jesus made me so Jesus save me
From pity and sympathy, people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good all the bad that's been thrown?
Oh!
And if the lights were out
Would you even dare
To kiss her full on the mouth
Or anywhere?
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster in the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line
So sleep, and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Oh!
That November is a time which I must put out of my mind
One fine day, let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes
That she went out and chose for herself
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor, twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster in the shape of this child
Who later cried
But Jesus made me so Jesus save me
From pity and sympathy, people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good all the bad that's been thrown?
Oh!
And if the lights were out
Would you even dare
To kiss her full on the mouth
Or anywhere?
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster in the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness and the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the line
So sleep, and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will get to love
Oh!
That November is a time which I must put out of my mind
One fine day, let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets in the clothes
That she went out and chose for herself
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released March 10, 2021
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my stillborn dream Bodfish, California
Murdered by his mother at age 9, young Paul Berrer nevertheless managed to live on invisibly and learn the art of music- making. Darkwave discos became his hallowed haunting grounds implanting within him strange seeds of hope from which several alien species of weeds miraculously sprouted forth from beneath hardened, stony terra producing these 9 flowers of a delicate, sickly beauty. ... more
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Mar 2021