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I am sitting here on a Friday night, learning how to use capital letters. My wife is watching "Any Given Sunday" in the living room. "It's not about football; it's about power." I'm pretty bummed I missed my boy Mozzer at the Wiltern, so I'm playing my favorite album by him, Vauxhall And I. I love this damn album. I might be committing some sort of heresy or damnable thing by saying this, but this is my favorite album by him OR The Smiths.

Oh god, I've said it.

Okay, The Queen Is Dead is up there pretty damn close, but Vauxhall is just so damn beautiful, and it's lonely and happy and sad all at the same time.

Lyrics to my favorite song from the album follow.

-The sanest days are mad
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then youll see the price
Very closely

Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then youll see the glass
Hidden in the grass

Youll never believe me, so
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Sick down to my heart
Thats just the way it goes

Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say :
Long may it last

Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then youll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
Thats just the way it goes

Dont rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And ... what do you do ?
Well ... you just sit there
Ive been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I dont have any skin
But thats just the way it goes.-

And there you have it. My secret crush is Morrissey. Maybe I'll go as him tomorrow to my 80s party. Did Morrissey ever wear eyeliner? I want to wear eyeliner regardless.

More quotes and fun stuff to come. If you come by my journal, say hello! Say something. Tell me you hate me. Tell me I'm the purveyor of bad poetry. I'm sorry if I've offended you at some point in the past. Maybe we could actually like each other.

You know who you are.