Cemetry Gates – The Smiths
Tempting as it may be to dive into the darkness with war in Europe, three happy/triumphant songs this week from bands known more for probing the dark side.
‘So let's go where we're wanted/And I meet you at the cemetry gates/Keats and Yeats are on your side/But you lose/’Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine’
Long before Morrissey’s misanthropy took a truly caustic and bewildering turn, he was propelled by wit and the spellbinding guitar of Johnny Marr. He would find joy in strange places, including escaping a “dreaded sunny day” by meeting at the Cemetry Gates, part of the full-length The Queen is Dead, which is arguably one of the best albums ever.
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, it’s brilliant throughout.
Album also includes fave line from Queen convo: , "I know you and you cannot sing.” I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano.”