I Was Driving My Car, I Crashed

The Smiths Are Never, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever Going To Reunite - Ever.

I Think The Pop Chart Today Is Entirely Market-driven. And It Has Nothing To Do With Public Taste. And It Has Nothing To Do With Moving Music Forward. It's Simply A Market Chart.

In My Life Why Do I Smile At People I'd Rather Kick In The Eye?

I Am Still My Teenage Self. If You Think That We All Step Through A Door Marked Adult, Or That We Sign A Grown-up Document, You’re Quite Wrong. We Remain As We Always Were, And That, Alas, Is One Of Life’s Many Nasty Tricks.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.