Every so often I listen to all the versions I can find of Rusholme Ruffians, and I'm always amazed at how badass and different each version sounds. While I'm partial to the His Latest Flame medley versions, they are all badass :D
@@angelariley.9963 Don't use "gay" as a negative thing. Considering Morrissey was one of the biggest supporters of the LGBT movement early on you're in the wrong place. Anyway, I'm a straight lad and I would definitely consider it a hideous trait if someone just shows everything to everybody.
@@Scatamahatta i didn't use "gay"in a negative way,you took it to be negative,only you know the reason for that. Also a skirt ascending isn't showing everything to everyone. Although what Morrissey being a support of the LGBT movement has to do with that song or my comment i don't know. Did someone say "snowflake"? Oh yes,it was me,i did!
@@angelariley.9963 You're actually an idiot Angela. You obviously used it in a negative way. You called it gay that a man wouldn't like someone being slutty. And that's why it you said it in a negative way.
@@Scatamahatta She didn't use it in an anti-gay way. Gay guys aren't interested in seeing girls' bodies, simple as that. It's a very gay sensibility that Morrissey is articulating in the lyric, even if he is not gay (strictly speaking) in his personal life. And non-gay guys (unless they're extremely religious/prudish) certainly wouldn't term a girl who's comfortable flashing her body as something *hideous* . On top of that, only you claimed the girl with the ascending skirt was being 'slutty.' She may have just been exposing a bit of leg, which is hardly a reason to term someone 'slutty.' Use your brain, puss.
My favorite Smiths song. I heard it first in like 1987, I was in 7th grade, in Texas, DFW area. not a friendly time, not a friendly place. When we talk about "bullying," now, people are mostly talking about mental and verbal games... they are talking about intimidation. "Bullying" wasn't even a thing, then. We fought. We may not have wanted to do so, but we f'ing fought. Heads slammed into lockers. People literally stuffed into lockers, locked in them, and left there. Heads bashed into cement. People would buy fighting rings.... this in in Texas in the 1980s... and we could wear rings on our hands. So, there were some rings that were just rings, and there were others... and we would beat each other up, during school hours, in "Junior High," during school hours, in the halls. Whoa how the *uss just gets bigger, as things get easier. I am amazed I made it out the other side. But there was no legitimate way to make it through, without picking a side. I miss that. You HAD to choose who was yours, and who was not.
In England we used to play football every night til you couldn’t see the ball then have a scrap and we all loved each other, football, fighting, oasis and the roses.
Sounds like we're the same age. I know every generation says things were different back when but for us it's entirely true. The world was a very different place. I believe we peaked in the 90's. The best decade ever
The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is famous She is funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone... ...But my faith in love is still devout The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone... ...But my faith in love is still devout Then someone falls in love And someone's beaten up Someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" La... This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" La... So...scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Oh... And though I walk home alone I just might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout La... Songwriters: Steven Morrissey / Johnny Marr
The smiths saved my life....
Every so often I listen to all the versions I can find of Rusholme Ruffians, and I'm always amazed at how badass and different each version sounds. While I'm partial to the His Latest Flame medley versions, they are all badass :D
What a bassplayer!
Rouke is the most underrated bass player in history
I'd give my right arm to have Andy teach me bass, but I couldn't play very well then could I?
a hideous trait on her mothers side . Possibly the best lyric of all time .
It's so gay,if it was a straight lad he would not consider it "a hideous trait"
@@angelariley.9963 Don't use "gay" as a negative thing. Considering Morrissey was one of the biggest supporters of the LGBT movement early on you're in the wrong place. Anyway, I'm a straight lad and I would definitely consider it a hideous trait if someone just shows everything to everybody.
@@Scatamahatta i didn't use "gay"in a negative way,you took it to be negative,only you know the reason for that. Also a skirt ascending isn't showing everything to everyone. Although what Morrissey being a support of the LGBT movement has to do with that song or my comment i don't know. Did someone say "snowflake"? Oh yes,it was me,i did!
@@angelariley.9963 You're actually an idiot Angela. You obviously used it in a negative way. You called it gay that a man wouldn't like someone being slutty. And that's why it you said it in a negative way.
@@Scatamahatta She didn't use it in an anti-gay way. Gay guys aren't interested in seeing girls' bodies, simple as that. It's a very gay sensibility that Morrissey is articulating in the lyric, even if he is not gay (strictly speaking) in his personal life. And non-gay guys (unless they're extremely religious/prudish) certainly wouldn't term a girl who's comfortable flashing her body as something *hideous* . On top of that, only you claimed the girl with the ascending skirt was being 'slutty.' She may have just been exposing a bit of leg, which is hardly a reason to term someone 'slutty.' Use your brain, puss.
disliked by boy who was stabbed and his money grabbed
"He still wants his money back."
My favorite Smiths song. I heard it first in like 1987, I was in 7th grade, in Texas, DFW area. not a friendly time, not a friendly place. When we talk about "bullying," now, people are mostly talking about mental and verbal games... they are talking about intimidation. "Bullying" wasn't even a thing, then. We fought. We may not have wanted to do so, but we f'ing fought. Heads slammed into lockers. People literally stuffed into lockers, locked in them, and left there. Heads bashed into cement. People would buy fighting rings.... this in in Texas in the 1980s... and we could wear rings on our hands. So, there were some rings that were just rings, and there were others... and we would beat each other up, during school hours, in "Junior High," during school hours, in the halls. Whoa how the *uss just gets bigger, as things get easier. I am amazed I made it out the other side. But there was no legitimate way to make it through, without picking a side. I miss that. You HAD to choose who was yours, and who was not.
In England we used to play football every night til you couldn’t see the ball then have a scrap and we all loved each other, football, fighting, oasis and the roses.
“Knockabout World” is hereby devoted to you.
Morrissey sings at his pace whilst the band rushes on and on. Perfect!!
Whilst...that's so you Lori. Happy New Year to you Lori, the greatest Moz fan of all time. You are the light that never goes out.
@@zephead843 if you don’t mind me asking, did she pass away?
@@bigblackdrummachine8250 My goodness, I sure hope not.
I love the calmness with which Morrisey sings here
With how long they kept it going and with how intensely rhythm-driven this song is, I feel like I'm listening to a Feelies song here.
RIP Andy Rourke...unmatched bass...
Love this raw sound!
Whatever they did at 6:22 here was so cool i love that little jump!
this is a song you can go to a place to go and hide your inner feelings .....
More demos please...35 years later And there's more...love it!
Sounds like we're the same age. I know every generation says things were different back when but for us it's entirely true. The world was a very different place. I believe we peaked in the 90's. The best decade ever
best version
The ending of song! Lovely surprise!
love this demo
The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous
She is funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone...
...But my faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone...
...But my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
La...
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
La...
So...scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Oh...
And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La...
Songwriters: Steven Morrissey / Johnny Marr
Hey everyo'ne where do all these démos come from ?
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Vicwood.
this is bad.. glad they fixed up
who could dislike this piece of art this is beautiful and rare a rel jewel in music