Suffer Little Children
by The Smiths
"Edward see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night."
by The Smiths
"Edward see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night."
I have been a big fan of this song since I first listened to The Smiths all that time ago. I was really into serial killers as a child and so I read a lot about them. And naturally Myra Hindley was one I got to fairly quickly, after Aileen Wuornos and Mary Ann Cotton. What I always found disturbing about Hindley was not so much that she killed children and was a woman (which is what got everyone else) but that she didn't really want to do it - she just followed Brady around like a love sick puppy. Which is a little strange. Brady was completely insane and that so often gets tiptoed over so that people can start cringing about Hindley.
Anyway, enough of that. I actually think I should post all the lyrics to this one because it is so harrowing and poetic that I think everyone should read these words. They are very haunting.
Anyway, enough of that. I actually think I should post all the lyrics to this one because it is so harrowing and poetic that I think everyone should read these words. They are very haunting.
Over the moors,
Take me to the moors,
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down.
Leslie Ann and your pretty white beads
Oh, John you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester,
So much to answer for
Edward see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night.
A woman said, "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head."
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
But this is no easy ride for a child cries:
'Oh find me
Find me and nothing more
We are on a sullen, misty moor.
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
You could say we're a team
You might sleep but you will never dream...'
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for.
Take me to the moors,
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down.
Leslie Ann and your pretty white beads
Oh, John you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester,
So much to answer for
Edward see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night.
A woman said, "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head."
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
But this is no easy ride for a child cries:
'Oh find me
Find me and nothing more
We are on a sullen, misty moor.
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
You could say we're a team
You might sleep but you will never dream...'
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for.
