Don't forget the songs that made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes, you're older now
And you're a clever swine
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you
The passing of time leaves empty lives waiting to be filled
I'm here with a cause
I'm holding a torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me?
And when you're dancing and laughing and finally living
Hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly...
I'm incredibly busy today, but I had to make time—just a moment!—to wish a happy (49th!) birthday to the man whose songs I once described as, quite sincerely, "as familiar, as much a part of me, as my own thoughts. I sing Smiths songs in my sleep." It was Morrissey whose song "Shakespeare's Sister" sent me off during my teenage years to find a Virginia Woolf essay called A Room of One's Own, which would later have a particular relevance in my life—and possibly yours.
Happy Birthday, friend. You've meant the world to me and still do.
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