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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: The Smiths

  1. A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours
  2. Accept Yourself (BBC)
  3. Ask
  4. Ask (Rank)
  5. Asleep
  6. Back To The Old House (BBC)
  7. Barbarism Begins At Home
  8. Bigmouth Strikes Again
  9. Cemetry Gates
  10. Death At One's
  11. Death Of A Disco Dancer
  12. Frankly, Mr. Shankly
  13. Girl Afraid
  14. Girlfriend In A Coma
  15. Golden Lights
  16. Half A Person
  17. Hand In Glove
  18. Handsome Devil (BBC)
  19. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
  20. How Soon Is Now?
  21. I Don't Owe You Anything
  22. I Keep Mine Hidden
  23. I Know It's Over
  24. I Started Something I Couldn't Finish
  25. I Want A Boy For My Birthday
  26. I Want The One I Can't Have
  27. I Won't Share You
  28. Is It Really So Strange?
  29. Jeane
  30. Katrina's Fair *
  31. Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
  32. London
  33. Marie's The Name (His Latest Flame)
  34. Meat Is Murder
  35. Miserable Lie
  36. Never Had No One Ever
  37. Nowhere Fast


The Smiths
Miscellaneous
Frankly, Mr. Shankly
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss me
I want to go down in musical history

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
I must move fast, you understand me
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly


Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I'd rather be Famous
Than righteous or holy, any day
Any day, any day


But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of


Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly


Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly

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