Melody for Monday: World is full of crashing bores

Morrissey channels his inner Oscar Wilde in this great manifesto for the misunderstood, The World is Full of Crashing Bores. From his 2004 'comeback' album, You Are the Quarry, the caliph of misery is in top gear.

The opening chords has Mozza croon: 'You must be wondering how/ The boy next door turned out/ Have a care, but don't stare,/ Because he's still there.' And then the voice drips with disdain as he laments the 'uniformed whores' and 'educated criminals'.

The chorus swells like an aria: 'This world is full, oh, ohohoh,/ So full of crashing bores./ And I must be one'/ Cause no one ever turns to me to say,/ 'Take me in your arms/ And love me.'





In any other person's hands, the song would have become a paean to self-pity. But what Morrissey crafts is the source of world disdain - unrequited love.

The high possibility of the singer himself being one of the crashing bores the world is populated with turns a complaint into an existential concern.

This beguiling song is a love letter to the oddballs, and the quiet lot who secretly dream of tangoing with fate.