Morrissey, in an interview with El Mundo announced 2 days ago that he has been battling cancer:
The fans are worried about your health, for in recent months you have been hospitalized and have had to cancel several concerts. How are you feeling?
They have scraped cancerous tissues from me four times already, but who cares. If I die, then I die. And if not, then I don’t. Right now I feel good. I am aware that in recent photos I look unwell, but that is what illness does. I’m not going to worry about that, I’ll rest when I’m dead.
You remain faithful to a kind of very traditional pop that is impervious to technology. Are you worried becoming an antique?
I’m at an age when I should no longer making music. Many composers of classical music died at age 34. And I’m still here, no one knows what to do with me. The audience that I have is very young, which leads me to think that the songs of The Smiths, as with those of the Ramones, are more significant now than ever before.
Cold winter’s journey Oh your soul keeps bleeding on Through the storm and the war…
Untie The few and far behind Interest informant redefined Form a feed within and without…
Lost in a dream again Tell me that you want me, no need to pretend…
You can’t believe what they say, they’ll treat you like a fool It hurts me…
Did you feel afraid to whisper? It’s such cold comfort but it’s real The weight…
When light has gone Snow angels will turn to grey Dark veil of our embrace…