A dense song about Morrissey’s feelings towards the music industry, exemplified by tragedy – the death of a star, failing, or otherwise. The lyrics take the viewpoint of two different narrators, some omniscient insiders, and a fan of the deceased. Through them, it is analyzed how a person’s legacy is a (cruelly) amorphous and malleable thing, and how music itself (an individual’s whole life work!) can be a source of intimate emotional connection, or simple profit.

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