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Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)
(On your face...)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
Track duration: 03:34
"Everyday Is Like Sunday" as written by Stephen Street, Steven Morrissey
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Every day is like Sunday, without you. Maybe he is referring to the person whose clothes were stolen. It seems without that person, the town might as well not exist, and the postcard he should be writing to his friend, should really say, "How I dearly wish that you were here."
"Morrissey has been quoted as saying that there is 'something strangely depressing about a seaside town out-of-season'. The lyrics are inspired by Nevil Shute's novel On the Beach, about a group of people waiting for nuclear devastation in a beachside town in Australia. Also, according to Morrissey, the song was originally inspired after visiting the Welsh sea-side resort of Borth.[1]"
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So, yeah. Nuclear death in an abandoned beach town in Australia. Or, Wales.
The people who are left in these resorts are the older types who have never been abroad, they just like what they are used to.
Chernobyl is also a theme, I heard that after the incident radioactive dust was found to be being eaten by lambs munching on grass in the Lake District, carried over from Ukraine to Britain by the upper atmosphere.
Great song, love Morrissey.
Nobody's mentioned that this, like so many of Morrissey's songs is funny... "trudging back to the bench where your clothes were stolen" is a scene from a sitcom! Calling for the bombing of a town because it's boring is self-consciously and hilariously adolescent. I have no idea what greased tea and strange dust is about but wouldn't be surprised if there were some literary innuendo there.
On the subject of which, the "come nuclear bombs" line is an obvious reference to John Betjeman's "Slough": "Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough" but lacks its snobbishness. Morrissey admirers might like to wonder if this little poem didn't influence him just as much as Wilde: cdr.stanford.edu/intuition/…
Such towns appear to just be waiting for death (hence the 'come Armageddon' line)