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The problem i have with the song is much the same as why others hate it - the saccharine lyrics and the music lacking much of any interest which plagues most of the album. But people seem to like the album on the whole and if that means they continue making music then great, i'll wait for the next one which hopefully excites me more. I'd be far more forgiving of this song if it was about anyone other than fucking morrissey of all people, a subject that does not deserve an entire song. I know it's written from nicky's perspective but, as someone else pointed to, it seems to contradict the ethos of the title track and one cannot seek forgiveness for fascist sympathisers.
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Please, he prayed, now -
A gray disk, the colour of Chiba sky.
Now -
Disk beginning to rotate, faster, becoming a sphere of paler gray. Expanding -
And flowed, flowered for him, fluid neon origami trick, the unfolding of his distanceless home, his country, transparent 3D chessboard extending to infinity.
Inner eye opening to the stepped scarlet pyramid of the Eastern Seaboard Fission Authority burning beyond the green cubes of Mitsubishi Bank of America,
and high and very far away he saw the spiral arms of military systems, forever beyond his reach.
And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.
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