Lyrics and translation The Smiths - Frankly, Mr. Shankly (November 1985, Stephen Street 'trumpet' take)
Frankly,
Mr.
Shankly,
this
position
I've
held
Franchement,
M.
Shankly,
ce
poste
que
j'ai
occupé
It
pays
my
way
and
it
corrodes
my
soul
Il
me
fait
vivre
et
il
ronge
mon
âme
I
want
to
leave,
you
will
not
miss
me
Je
veux
partir,
tu
ne
me
manqueras
pas
I
want
to
go
down
in
musical
history
Je
veux
entrer
dans
l'histoire
musicale
Frankly,
Mr.
Shankly,
I'm
a
sickening
wreck
Franchement,
M.
Shankly,
je
suis
un
naufragé
écœurant
I've
got
the
21st
Century
breathing
down
my
neck
J'ai
le
21e
siècle
qui
me
souffle
dans
le
cou
I
must
move
fast,
you
understand
me
Je
dois
me
déplacer
rapidement,
tu
me
comprends
I
want
to
go
down
in
celluloid
history,
Mr.
Shankly
Je
veux
entrer
dans
l'histoire
du
cinéma,
M.
Shankly
Fame,
Fame,
fatal
Fame
La
gloire,
la
gloire,
la
gloire
fatale
It
can
play
hideous
tricks
on
the
brain
Elle
peut
jouer
des
tours
atroces
à
l'esprit
But
still
I'd
rather
be
Famous
Mais
quand
même,
je
préférerais
être
célèbre
Than
righteous
or
holy,
any
day
Que
juste
ou
saint,
n'importe
quel
jour
But
sometimes
I'd
feel
more
fulfilled
Mais
parfois
je
me
sentirais
plus
accompli
Making
Christmas
cards
with
the
mentally
ill
À
faire
des
cartes
de
Noël
avec
les
malades
mentaux
I
want
to
Live
and
I
want
to
Love
Je
veux
vivre
et
j'aime
aimer
I
want
to
catch
something
that
I
might
be
ashamed
of
Je
veux
attraper
quelque
chose
dont
je
pourrais
avoir
honte
Frankly,
Mr.
Shankly,
this
position
I've
held
Franchement,
M.
Shankly,
ce
poste
que
j'ai
occupé
It
pays
my
way
and
it
corrodes
my
soul
Il
me
fait
vivre
et
il
ronge
mon
âme
Oh
I
didn't
realise
that
you
wrote
poetry
Oh,
je
ne
savais
pas
que
tu
écrivais
de
la
poésie
I
didn't
realise
you
wrote
such
bloody
awful
poetry,
Mr.
Shankly
Je
ne
savais
pas
que
tu
écrivais
une
poésie
si
affreuse,
M.
Shankly
Frankly,
Mr.
Shankly,
since
you
ask
Franchement,
M.
Shankly,
puisque
tu
demandes
You
are
a
flatulent
pain
in
the
arse
Tu
es
un
pet
de
douleur
dans
le
cul
I
do
not
mean
to
be
so
rude
Je
ne
veux
pas
être
impoli
Still
I
must
speak
frankly,
Mr.
Shankly
Cependant,
je
dois
parler
franchement,
M.
Shankly
Oh
give
us
yer
money!
Oh,
donne-nous
ton
argent
!
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2 Paint a Vulgar Picture (April 1987, early take)
3 Death of a Disco Dancer (April 1987, first take)
4 Girlfriend In a Coma (January 1987, early take)
5 Sheila Take a Bow (January 1987, John Porter original version)
6 Is It Really So Strange? (June 1986, unreleased studio recording)
7 Ask (June 1986, early take)
8 The Queen Is Dead (Fall 1985, original unedited version)
9 There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (September 1985, take 1 early lyric)
10 Rusholme Ruffians (July 1984, John Porter first take)
11 This Night Has Opened My Eyes (June 1984, unreleased studio recording)
12 The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (October 1983, John Porter monitor mix)
13 Frankly, Mr. Shankly (November 1985, Stephen Street 'trumpet' take)
2 Paint a Vulgar Picture (April 1987, early take)
3 Death of a Disco Dancer (April 1987, first take)
4 Girlfriend In a Coma (January 1987, early take)
5 Sheila Take a Bow (January 1987, John Porter original version)
6 Is It Really So Strange? (June 1986, unreleased studio recording)
7 Ask (June 1986, early take)
8 The Queen Is Dead (Fall 1985, original unedited version)
9 There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (September 1985, take 1 early lyric)
10 Rusholme Ruffians (July 1984, John Porter first take)
11 This Night Has Opened My Eyes (June 1984, unreleased studio recording)
12 The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (October 1983, John Porter monitor mix)
13 Frankly, Mr. Shankly (November 1985, Stephen Street 'trumpet' take)
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