Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.
See, the sea wants to take me…
The narrator of “I Know It’s Over” by The Smiths is heartbroken. The girl he loves is getting married to someone else. Well, “loves” is a strong word. He’s infatuated with her. He seeks out the comfort and advice of his mother, who is the wrong person to go to. His mother seems to be horrible for so many reasons. One, she seems broken herself. Two, she doesn’t seem very supportive of her son.
She says the following to her son: “If you’re so good-looking, why do you sleep with yourself tonight.” Ouch. Is that tough love or shitty parenting? Perhaps if your son is talking about suicide (or feelings of impending doom), you might want to take it a little easier.
His mother does have some good advice for him, but it is couched in horrible advice. She tells him not to be bitter about love: “It is so easy to laugh. It is so easy to hate. It takes guts to be gentle and kind.” Okay good advice! Then: “love is…not for such as you and I my love”. Why say that? She’s telling him he will be fated to the same lack of love that she is because…I am not sure why. It is a devastating story. Naturally, this brings the narrator back to thoughts of suicide.
“I Know It’s Over” highlights Morrisey’s voice in a way that few of his other songs do. There is a distinct melody to the song, but it is similar to the melodies in Dylan’s songs: it is understated, and might not be as accessible as other rock songs.
I Know It’s Over Lyrics
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Oh…
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la…
I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know…
‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they’re in each other’s arms…”
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is natural and real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
written by The Smiths