"Many Icebergs Ago" lyrics

"Many Icebergs Ago"

Down the Ten Bells
Electric sparks
Gave me stirrings below
Many icebergs ago

Down the Ten Bells
She let down her hair
Like slow snow
Many icebergs ago

At the Bow Bells
With a tight sullen mouth
You firmly said, "No"
Many no's ago

In the Dundee Arms, I said
"My wood withers on a stern"
You said, "Yes, we know"
Many icebergs ago

Down the Ten Bells
I was horrified to find
I enjoyed it so
Many go's ago

Up the Green Man
I had begun to grow old
An abandoned chateau
Many Merlots ago

Down the White Hart
I lounge, awaiting Rousseau
Outgrow the tarot
Many icebergs ago

In the Grave Maurice, aye
A smile with a twist
Was a brand new plateau
Many many's ago

Mistress Mattress
In just one lunchtime I grow
What can anyone know?
What can anyone know?

In the Sebright Arms
I must be murdered, I suppose
11 PM woe
Many fractures ago

I am different with you
Than with others, I know
I was waiting for light
Iceberg flow

I dreamt of a dream
So mechanically male
He's a machine
He was frightened, though

At the Blind Beggar, you
Glanced the yes that means no
Just slinking away
I am tired, Ma

Until I'm given the kiss
The kiss that lies
It's too swift and too dry
So what else but goodbye?


Writer(s): Morrissey, Manzur Gustavo Adolfo
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