Steven Patrick Morrissey, conocido mundialmente como Morrissey, se erige como una de las figuras más icónicas y enigmáticas del panorama musical británico. Nacido el 22 de mayo de 1959 en Davyhulme, un suburbio de Manchester, su carrera ha cruzado décadas y estilos, siempre manteniendo una voz única y provocativa en la escena del pop y rock.
Morrissey nació en una familia de origen irlandés y desde joven mostró un interés ferviente por la literatura, la poesía y la música. Sumergido en la cultura pop desde temprana edad, quedó fascinado por artistas como Oscar Wilde y cantantes icónicos del rock de los años 60 y 70. Sus años de adolescencia estuvieron marcados por una mezcla de introspección, soledad y una explosión creativa que se materializó en escritos y canciones.
En 1982, la vida de Morrissey cambió radicalmente cuando se unió al guitarrista Johnny Marr para formar The Smiths. Su encuentro fue un hito que definiría la música británica para la próxima década. Completado por Andy Rourke en el bajo y Mike Joyce en la batería, The Smiths se convirtió en una banda icónica, conocida por su lírica introspectiva y melodías pegajosas.
Cada uno de estos álbumes contaba con la inconfundible mezcla de la melancolía de Morrissey y los riffs de guitarra de Marr, creando una base de seguidores leales
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Let me put my arms around your head
It's hot let's go to bed
And don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh, this will be alright
Point towards another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the Dome
Can lend us a book
We can read up alone
And try, try like once before
When people stared
In David Johansen's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she's got to have him
It's a crash-course for the Ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation
Amid this
fall-out saturation
Cursing at the Astronettes
That stand in steel by his cabinets
He is crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for Ageing Men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Once it raged, the sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and he'd ask to stay
When she'd sigh like Kris the Wonderkid
And she'd turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive-in Saturday
Iit's a drive-in Saturday