I haven't seen anyone post this before, but
Patrick O'Dell's Web site has several photos captioned with Morrissey lyrics, including ones I didn't recognize because they look like they're from as-yet-unreleased songs ("you were good in your time"):
oceans apart
I would never be you
strange victory, strange defeat
open field with the window
Jerry's chillaxing contribution
my sentimental heart hardens
kick the shit out of very frightened children
wake up without thinking you're the one that I desired
what was not but could have been was my obsession way back when
what is not but could be if
baby don't be looking in my mind
I could list the details of everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood
fate has just handed you to me (ed.: you?)
who've brain-washed the small shy boy inside?
I've got my mobile phone full of silicon chips
do you happen to know where I am from?
I don't try much but I guess it will do
I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
there's something i've got to tell you
I never really realized death is what it meant to make it on my own
I can live fine without love
good friday, midnight birthday
still drinking on the corner, just don't say I didn't warn ya
under the bushes, under the stars
they laugh `cause they know they're untouchable, not because what I say is wrong (ed:
)
you make me empty and lean for another page in a magazine
i've got absolutely no one, no one but myself to blame
because we must
I think of demons, they never kill
everyone was dancing, I stood over in the corner, I was listening, they were saying this and saying that
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
the hearty spirit of America combined with the grit and grime of the city slime
why would you pay to see me in a cage?
there is nothing I could tell you that will ever make a change about you
he is too good to be true, he is set to self-destruct
Ben's show, Growing played, Meryl made the head
I'd rather play a different sort of game that the girls are just as good as boys at playing
will I snooze, snooze, snooze for eternity? If God lets me, I will
there is no love in modern life
bailiffs with bad breath, I will slit their throats for you
she's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
when I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create no trouble in your breast
it's not your birthday anymore
you were good in your time
the longer I live
