pri istej recenzii na najnovší album morrisseyho som naďabil na referenciu na pieseň "stretch out and wait" z obdobia meat is murder (neskôr tiež na kompiláciách The World Wont Listen - s podarenejším hlasovým prejavom , a Louder than Bombs - s lepším zvukovým prevedením), ako jednu zo sexuálne najexplicitnejších piesní. doteraz som ju nejak prehliadal hoci Louder Than Bombs mám zo všetkých albumov Smiths najradšej. až teraz som objavil čo za ďalšiu perlu sa na tom albume skrýva. po stránke hudobnej aj textovej.


All the lies that you make up
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, your face I can see
And it's desperately kind
But what's at the back of your mind ?

Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way
This way, that way
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself

Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body lie down, lie down

As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I don't know
All I do know is we're Here and it's Now

So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Oh ...