Festive 50 1988 Number 22

[millionreasons]

This isn't the best song, musically, on Viva Hate with its stompy drums, meagre accoustic guitar and Morissey's almost yodel over the top of it all. Lyrically though, it's an epic poem, a 7 minute 41 paean to love and loss and leaving and Salford. The importance of moving on.

How that line struck a chord: "I could list the details of everything you wore or said, or how you stood that day," before I got old enough to realise that love isn't obsessional and secretive. But I did use the line "Love at first sight may sound trite, but it's true you know," on someone, once, long ago.

Oh, winter push on, Winter is so long, Winter moves on.

Comments

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Used to really dislike this song but it's now grown on me (as nostalgia usually does).