Or Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between archers Her very Lowness with her head in a sling I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing "I say, Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?" Ooh, ooh, ooh And so I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed? Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed? As some 9-year-old tough, who peddles drugs I swear to God, I swear, I never even knew what drugs were Ooh, oh-oh, ooh So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner She said, "Eh, I know, and you cannot sing" I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play the piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But when you're tied to your Mother's apron No one talks about castration, ooh, oh-oh, ooh We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things Like love and law and poverty, ooh-ooh (These are the things that kill me) We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But the rain that flattens my hair, ooh (These are the things that kill me) All their life, they make love and then pierce through me Pass the Pub that saps your body And the church who'll snatch your money The Queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Pass the Pub that wrecks your body And the church all they want is your money The Queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long when you're lonely Life is very long when you're lonely Life is very long when you're lonely Life is very long when you're lonely
Jack Dunn, son of a gun, over in France today, Keeps fit doing his bit up to his eyes in clay. Each night after a fight to pass the time along, He's got a little gramophone that plays this song: Take me back to dear old Blighty! Put me on the train for London town! Take me over there, Drop me ANYWHERE, Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care! I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, WHOA!!! Tiddley iddley ighty, Hurry me home to Blighty, Blighty is the place for me! Bill Spry, started to fly, up in an aeroplane, In France, taking a chance, wish'd he was down again. Poor Bill, feeling so ill, yell'd out to Pilot Brown: "Steady a bit, yer fool! we're turning upside down!" Take me back to dear old Blighty! Put me on the train for London town! Take me over there, Drop me ANYWHERE, Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care! I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, WHOA!!! Tiddley iddley ighty, Hurry me home to Blighty, Blighty is the place for me! Jack Lee, having his tea, says to his pal MacFayne, "Look, chum, apple and plum! it's apple and plum again! Same stuff, isn't it rough? fed up with it I am! Oh! for a pot of Aunt Eliza's raspb'ry jam!" Take me back to dear old Blighty! Put me on the train for London town! Take me over there, Drop me ANYWHERE, Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care! I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, WHOA!!! Tiddley iddley ighty, Hurry me home to Blighty, Blighty is the place for me! One day Mickey O'Shea stood in a trench somewhere, So brave, having a shave, and trying to part his hair. Mick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite: "Talk of the Crystal Palace on a Firework night!" Take me back to dear old Blighty! Put me on the train for London town! Take me over there, Drop me ANYWHERE, Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care! I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, WHOA!!! Tiddley iddley ighty, Hurry me home to Blighty, Blighty is the place for me!
So I broke into the Palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said: "Eh, I know and you cannot sing!" I said: "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano!"
"Blighty" - one of many Indian words to make it into British vocabulary. First used by soldiers in the Indian army; Anglo-Indian alteration of Urdu bilāyatī meaning "foreign" or "European", evolving as an affectionate term for Britain.
Cicely Courtneidge was a star of musicals in the 1930s and 1940s. The old lodging house scenes are very poignant. In this movie I think she plays a character whose girlfriend died during the war.
"Take me back to dear old Blighty! Put me on the train for London town! Take me over there, Drop me ANYWHERE, Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care! I should love to see my best girl, Cuddling up again we soon should be, WHOA!!! Tiddley iddley ighty, Hurry me home to Blighty, Blighty is the place for me!" Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty A.J. Mills, F. Godfrey and B. Scott (1916) www.lagrandeguerra.net/audio/testi/blighty.html
weird to listen to that without the drums coming in
Or Marrs feedback
Or Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between archers
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing
"I say, Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?" Ooh, ooh, ooh
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale descendant of some old queen or other
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
As some 9-year-old tough, who peddles drugs
I swear to God, I swear, I never even knew what drugs were
Ooh, oh-oh, ooh
So I broke into the Palace with a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said, "Eh, I know, and you cannot sing"
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play the piano"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron
No one talks about castration, ooh, oh-oh, ooh
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty, ooh-ooh
(These are the things that kill me)
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair, ooh
(These are the things that kill me)
All their life, they make love and then pierce through me
Pass the Pub that saps your body
And the church who'll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Pass the Pub that wrecks your body
And the church all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
Life is very long when you're lonely
😄😄😅😅👍
And with these lines, so begins the one true masterpiece of my lifetime....
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry, and talk about precious things
Like love and law and poverty ohh...
@@davidrangel8783 These are the things that kill meeeee...
We all came for 2:02 - 2:18
”Life is very long when you are lonely.”
Some nine year old tough who pedals drugs, "I swear to god I swear I never even knew what drugs were!"
Perfectly chosen by Morrissey, it sounds like they stop singing because of the feedback/drums coming in
@d R
You might want to look into the history of the band in question before going in guns blazing like that.
@@green-isaac-ii Yeah no shit. The song is a response to the movie and the scene. Not vice versa. How foolish and naïve.
@@Eric_In_SF
You're so cute when you're angry
Far more than just a curio for Smiths fans; this is a tremendous film in its own right.
Those English girls are fun. Swish!
Indeed, featuring the great Pat Phoenix ! a Moz favourite!
Never understood why they didn't cut it after '... Don't care' but seeing this now it makes profound sense
Jack Dunn, son of a gun, over in France today,
Keeps fit doing his bit up to his eyes in clay.
Each night after a fight to pass the time along,
He's got a little gramophone that plays this song:
Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!
Bill Spry, started to fly, up in an aeroplane,
In France, taking a chance, wish'd he was down again.
Poor Bill, feeling so ill, yell'd out to Pilot Brown:
"Steady a bit, yer fool! we're turning upside down!"
Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!
Jack Lee, having his tea, says to his pal MacFayne,
"Look, chum, apple and plum! it's apple and plum again!
Same stuff, isn't it rough? fed up with it I am!
Oh! for a pot of Aunt Eliza's raspb'ry jam!"
Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!
One day Mickey O'Shea stood in a trench somewhere,
So brave, having a shave, and trying to part his hair.
Mick yells, dodging the shells and lumps of dynamite:
"Talk of the Crystal Palace on a Firework night!"
Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!
So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said: "Eh, I know and you cannot sing!"
I said: "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano!"
We can go for a walk where is quiet and dry and talk about precious things
@@teomondoscrofalo6052 like love and law and poverty?
@@Sisyphos420 These are the things that kill me
Awesome film with a stunning performance by Cicely Courtneidge...
+Mark Hughes Agreed. Don't know why she wasn't even nominated for an Academy Award.
Let's be honest. We're all here because of The Smiths.
@Heretic whippersnappers? The Smiths are an 80s band. I doubt the term 'whippersnapper' applies here.
@Heretic then again, maybe you were being sarcastic - I couldn't tell.
I'm here because of Lynne Reid Banks RIP.
The who?
I watched this on Turner Classic Movies tonight. Very good film.
"Blighty" - one of many Indian words to make it into British vocabulary. First used by soldiers in the Indian army; Anglo-Indian alteration of Urdu bilāyatī meaning "foreign" or "European", evolving as an affectionate term for Britain.
After some 36 years I finally know what that intro was from.
Charles don't you ever crave, to appear on the front of the daily mail, dressed in your mother's bridal veil 👰
When listening to this I’m used to Mike Joyce drumming
the queen is dead, boys
Oh I love you all, you sweet, sweet nerds. x
Also starring another famous Mancunian, Pat Phoenix, cover of The Smiths 'Shakespeare's sister'
Cicely Courtneidge was a star of musicals in the 1930s and 1940s. The old lodging house scenes are very poignant. In this movie I think she plays a character whose girlfriend died during the war.
The queen is DEAD boys, so lonely on a limbs...
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes. Hemmed in like a boar between archers
Thanks for this.
Or has the world changed or have I changed?
LIFE IS VERY LONG WHEN YOU’RE LONELY
The L-Shaped Room
"But the rain never flattens my hair..."
"Take me back to dear old Blighty!
Put me on the train
for London town!
Take me over there,
Drop me ANYWHERE,
Liverpool, Leeds, or Birmingham, well, I don't care!
I should love to see my best girl,
Cuddling up again we soon
should be,
WHOA!!!
Tiddley iddley ighty,
Hurry me home to Blighty,
Blighty is the place for me!"
Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty
A.J. Mills, F. Godfrey and B. Scott (1916)
www.lagrandeguerra.net/audio/testi/blighty.html
Hey look it's Joseph Sisko.
Life is very long when you’re lonely.
Admit it, who has the drum intro in their head or is doing it with their fingers at the end of this?
2:02
The Queen Is Dead
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...boom boom boomba boom boom boom boomba boom...
Morrissey sent me here.....
the queen is dead boys and it's so lonely on a limb
Is that M in there
by land, by sea, farewell to this land's tuneless marshes
I always thought the recording was from the 1940s
Never knew "Blighty" meant
England.
A “blight” or a wound dubbed “blighty” by soldiers was what got them sent home
Who is not here because of The Smiths???? Probably nobody!
2:02
Well, now the queen is indeed dead!
FAREWEEEEEEEEELL
farewell cheerless marshes
… the Queen is dead
Steve Gad i prefer Ice Cold in Alex or Great Expectations, i'm a sucker for a good John Mills film...
Oh has the world changed or have I changed?
Max Fosh's gold fosh (first)
Elsie Tanner brought me here
This is just so bri'ish
Innit!!!!1
what is the name of this movie
the l shaped room
All their lies about makeup and long hair….are still there
The book is by far better than the movie...
+JohnSAitken Yeah yeah yeah.
+Choi Min ???...
+JohnSAitken Everybody says that. This is a nice scene.
2:01