Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
It saddens me to report that Morrissey has been curled up in a fetal position on my couch for a week. See, I had promised him that my vast pool of fans would give our tune, “Lovely Liar,” a spin, and he was counting on their support as a sign that he’s still relevant, as a whiney, oversensitive English warbler. Alas, six people have listened, and just three from the blog. I’m one of them. I think maybe he’s one of them too.
I’m off to St. Louis for a few days, and when I get back I hope to see at least ten more listens on the counter, and Morrissey, it goes without saying, off my couch.
It’s a delightful little depressing number. You can see the lyrics here.
Seriously, how would you feel if your new live-in love interest showed up with a python? And when he/she bails, he/she leaves the python behind? You’d be depressed, of course. And you’d probably have to write a song about it.
Back in a week or so. Keep it cool.