As suggested by reader, B. Peach, this single from 1985 (as Peachy rightly states) captures the essence of Moz. From the ‘oscillating’ wailing to the lyrics of tongue-tying awkwardness and feelings of not being understood by anyone but YOU.
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
Heard through this prism it seems if it was a synth-pop riposte to Morrissey and The Smiths’ then dominance in all things introspective. What think ye?
‘Meanwhile, over in the civilian world, the game is already half over: the so-called Internet of Things will have devices that are authorised to make decisions about you, such as whether to allow you to start your car, enter your house or even log on to your computer. And since you will be the only human in the loop, to whom will you turn for help if there’s a computer error? Sorry: rephrase that. Not “if” but “when”.
Jeremy Corbyn trying to get into the subsidised bar in The Royal Westminster Arms Traders’.
Harriet Barman: ‘We don’t like your kind round ‘ere, mate’
In ever-increasing scenes of hilarity the termites are pouring out of their damp hovels, flushed out by the arid atmosphere that currently pervades the ‘Westminster Scene’. The fresh air thrusting the rank and file foot soldiers: one by one they utter their scripted fears for the future of the ‘party’.
He of the crooked grin and spirit Blair, none more working class than ye Johnson, orally un-gifted Brown, toxic chemical Ali Campbell, Jim Henson cast-off Miliband and Euro lackey Kinnock, who next, volte-face Enoch with his ‘It’s just not cricket!’ war-cry?
The doom-mongers of the neo-liberal left, the moles and their myopia seeing only as far as their perception-deception allows, in their can’t lose situation of wishing that their warnings come true to validate their own stance and positions as guardians of democracy, to re-cement their earnings as ‘told you so experts’ and if they do get ‘their ‘(wo)man’ then they’re equally quids in.
‘Don’t vote for that form of democracy, our version’s tried and tested .. and redundant. If you’re not with us you’re against us … ad nausem.’ The fear’s about to be cranked up.
When New Labour’s Goebbels puts his emotionally damaged head (bless) above the parapet you know his Massers are bricking it. Drunk on power and incapable of holding his grog, the architect blathers and blusters for his dinner.
Thinking of drinking, Al?
‘Nobody told me there’d be days like these
Strange days indeed — strange days indeed’
… serial awardee and lapdog to his paymasters, Newcastle F.C. devotee and Boston Ball-strangler denim wearing Premier toffee-chewing war criminal …
‘Jeremy Corbyn doesn’t offer anything new. This is literally the most laughable of all the propositions advanced by his camp. Those of us who lived through the turmoil of the 80s know every line of this script. These are policies from the past that were rejected not because they were too principled, but because a majority of the British people thought they didn’t work. And by the way, they were rejected by electorates round the world for the same reasons.’ *pockets $$$$$$$$$$$ from Uncle Rupert*
Steven Berkoff smashes to pieces a toy village to explain the dangers of ‘heavy electricity’ and its constituent ‘sodimised electrons’.
Rambo: First Blood Part II
Lt. Col. Podovsky: I see you are no stranger to pain. Perhaps you have been among my Vietnamese comrades before, hmm? No answer. Do you wish to give your name? Now, what possible harm can that cause? Pride is a poor substitute for intelligence. What you must understand is that we have to interrogate you. To Sergeant Yushin here, you are a piece of meat. A laboratory experiment. But to me, you are a comrade, similar to myself, just opposed by an act of fate. I know you are trying to facilitate the release of war criminals held by this republic. I can appreciate this. But this incident, your capture is… embarrassing. We must have explanation. First of all, I wish you to radio your headquarters and say that you have been captured and condemned for espionage activities, and that no such criminal aggression should be attempted in the future or they will meet with the same fate as yours.
[Podovsky arrogantly turns on radio transmitter]
John J. Rambo: Fuck you.
Stevie B, we all salute you.
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