SMITHS
- Frankly, Mr Shankly Lyrics / with translationsFrankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldIt pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
I want to leave, you will not miss meI want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreckI've got the 21st century breathing down my neckI must move fast, you understand meI want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly
Fame, Fame, fatal FameIt can play hideous tricks on the brainBut still I'd rather be FamousThan righteous or holy, any dayAny day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilledMaking Christmas cards with the mentally illI want to live and I want to LoveI want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldIt pays my way and it corrodes my soulOh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetryI didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you askYou are a flatulent pain in the arseI do not mean to be so rudeStill, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us your money !
I want to leave, you will not miss meI want to go down in musical history
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreckI've got the 21st century breathing down my neckI must move fast, you understand meI want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly
Fame, Fame, fatal FameIt can play hideous tricks on the brainBut still I'd rather be FamousThan righteous or holy, any dayAny day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilledMaking Christmas cards with the mentally illI want to live and I want to LoveI want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you askYou are a flatulent pain in the arseI do not mean to be so rudeStill, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us your money !
Facts about Frankly, Mr Shankly
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Frankly, Mr Shankly is written by Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr.
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When we search for the deeper meaning hidden within the lines, the Smiths' 'Frankly, Mr. Shankly' is the song that best represents the feelings of a person who is stuck in an uncreative and lifeless job, melancholy and yearning for acknowledgment and a new life. The verses bring up the dilemmas of star status, which are sometimes incompatible with the singer's or the public's expectations, thus revealing the fight between outside victory and inside tranquillity. Frankly, mr shankly lyrics most of all uncover angst, love, contemplation, frustration, and social critique. In a way, the song also indirectly tells the story of being fed up with the glitter of fame, longing for truth, and feeling one's powerlessness in the present job. The lyrics include some mature themes and language which might not be appropriate for children younger than 13, such as references to mental health and a couple of occurrences of strong language.
Who wrote Frankly, Mr Shankly lyrics?
Frankly, Mr Shankly is written by Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr.
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What is the meaning behind Frankly, Mr Shankly lyrics?
When we search for the deeper meaning hidden within the lines, the Smiths' 'Frankly, Mr. Shankly' is the song that best represents the feelings of a person who is stuck in an uncreative and lifeless job, melancholy and yearning for acknowledgment and a new life. The verses bring up the dilemmas of star status, which are sometimes incompatible with the singer's or the public's expectations, thus revealing the fight between outside victory and inside tranquillity. Frankly, mr shankly lyrics most of all uncover angst, love, contemplation, frustration, and social critique. In a way, the song also indirectly tells the story of being fed up with the glitter of fame, longing for truth, and feeling one's powerlessness in the present job. The lyrics include some mature themes and language which might not be appropriate for children younger than 13, such as references to mental health and a couple of occurrences of strong language.
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