Young Bones Groan And The Rocks Below

My Childhood Is Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets. Streets To Define You And Streets To Confine You, With No Sign Of Motorway, Freeway Or Highway.

It Begins In The Heart...and It Hurts When It's True. It Only Hurts Because It's True.

Hold On To Your Friends. Resist - Or Move On Be Mad, Be Rash Smoke And Explode Sell All Of Your Clothes Just Bear In Mind: There Just Might Come A Time When You Need Some Friends

Can You Squeeze Me Into An Empty Page Of Your Diary And Psychologically Save Me?

Smiths Songs Certainly Have An Astonishing Afterlife.