A Song From Under The Floorboards

Morrissey

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[Intro] [Verse] I am angry I am ill and I’m as ugly as sin I don’t know what keeps me alive and kicking I know the meaning of life it doesn’t help me a bit I know beauty and I know a good thing when I speak it [Chorus] This is a song from under the floorboards Here is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit I am an insect And I must confess I’m very proud of that [Verse] I have known the highest and I’ve known the best I accord death all of it’s due respect But the brightest jewel inside of me Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity [Chorus] This is a song from under the floorboards Here is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit I am an insect And I must confess I’m very proud of that [Interval] x8 x2 [Verse] I used to make phantoms I could later chase Images of all that could be desired Then I got tired of counting all of these so called blessings .... and then I just got tired [Chorus] This is a song from under the floorboards Here is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit I am an insect And I must confess I’m very proud of that [Chorus] This is a song from under the floorboards Here is a song from where the wall is cracked My force of habit I am an insect And I must confess I’m very proud of that [Outro]

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Cette chanson évoque un ressenti de colère et de mal-être, tout en faisant preuve d'un certain cynisme. Le narrateur semble tiraillé entre la connaissance de la vie et la fatigue face à ses propres travers. Il se décrit comme une créature insignifiante, fière de son état, et réfléchit sur la beauté, la mort, et la futilité des rêves. Le ton est résigné, comme s'il acceptait sa condition tout en ne pouvant s'empêcher de se questionner sur le sens profond de son existence. Sur le plan contextuel, les paroles illustrent une lutte intérieure universelle, celle d'un individu qui se sent perdu dans un monde souvent inhospitalier, cherchant un sens tout en reconnaissant l’absurde de la condition humaine. C'est un regard franc sur la vulnérabilité et les contradictions de l'existence.

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