Lyrics
Morrissey
An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(But they couldn't name you)
Although the panel were
Very polite to you
But I remembered you
From Friday nights 1969
ATV - you murdered every line
Too old to be a child star
Too young to take leads
Four seasons passed
And they axed you
Nervously juvenile
(Won't smile!)
What became of you?
Did that swift eclipse torture you?
A star at eighteen
And then-suddenly gone
Down to a few lines
In the back page of a teenage annual
Oh but I remembered you
I looked up to you
Written by STREET, STEPHEN/MORRISSEY, STEVEN
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(But they couldn't name you)
Although the panel were
Very polite to you
But I remembered you
From Friday nights 1969
ATV - you murdered every line
Too old to be a child star
Too young to take leads
Four seasons passed
And they axed you
Nervously juvenile
(Won't smile!)
What became of you?
Did that swift eclipse torture you?
A star at eighteen
And then-suddenly gone
Down to a few lines
In the back page of a teenage annual
Oh but I remembered you
I looked up to you
Written by STREET, STEPHEN/MORRISSEY, STEVEN
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.