I always presumed the lyrics were a reference to the 'pink oboe', rather than the musical instrument.Boz is listed as playing clarinet on the album, but oboe isn't mentioned, oddly.
Yet another masterpiece to your collection......
Very sensitive masterpiece by Moz
BarryYet another masterpiece to your collection......
Your caravan must be brimming
With fake Moz rarities.....
You must have collected these from all the concerts you’ve attended- yer🎟 🎟🎟🎟
I presume your Thelma?Barry
Simple Vogan - the thickest person to grace this forum, doesn’t own any Morrissey LPs and has never been to a gig. If he had, he would have posted some form of proof on here.
His new sentence is “box set” - yep, that’s it, Box Set.
But peeps are very aware, he’s no more than a flea ridden, berry picking, mutant.
Much love Barry and Indeed to Vogan. I’d be more than happy to buy him a glass of blue bols
God .... he’s like a dog with a bone...
Thelma, you buying me a shot of liquor is not going to sit well with the old drunk magento i can tell you that
he is practically waving a 'I NEED LIQUOR NOW' sign
in the meantime just admit to the box owning peeps that you lack them. they know there is so much room at
the top
You're thinking of Dark Side of the Moon.A great song and ending to World Peace. The cyclical structure echoes the “rhythm of life” going round and round and the forlorn oboe (presumably) that winds its way through the instrumentation is another subtle experimental touch that its parent album was suffused in (Morrissey kinda goes free jazz, anyone?!). The lyrics are suitably reflective and pensive: when you think about it, the one-two punch of this and “Mountjoy” before it are quite a depressing way to end the album. No matter, though: although some may think this is an aimless dirge, it actually proves as a skilful reflection of ageing and death that makes a closer that will probably stick after the record’s actually stopped.
8/10