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Queue Up Here To Kill Yourself: or Don't Listen To The New Morrissey Album Without Suicide Hotline Supervision

I don't know why I do it....

I keep going back to extremely sad and depressing music, like a moth to a flame. I adore the new album but have become perturbed by his constant twanging on the sad-strings that run in my core. If it's not soaring songs about love won and lost and never regained, it's Irish nationalism.

Is it odd that both subjects effect me the same way?

Ugh. No more cry-cryiness for me tonight. Let's all just get very drunk and then hopefully we'll not remember, come morning.

Lyrics which helped Nicole write this:



I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But "take me to the haven of your bed"
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I


Reel Around The Fountain