Adoro Everyday is like Sunday

No hay mucho que explicar, la adoro simplemente y llanamente… pero si tuviera que explicarlo sería por…

Porque es el segundo sencillo de su primer disco, porque llego al “top ten” del “UK chart” (#9), porque aún huele y sabe a “The Smiths”, porque a John Peel no le gustaba y se “colo” dos veces en su conteo anual “Festive 50” llegando al #12 en su conteo de 1988 y al #24 de su conteo póstumo (Sorry John!), porque es considerada como una de los 50 grandes canciones del rock británico según la revista MOJO, porque Ray Davies dice “Si Waterloo Sunsets es la mejor canción para escuchar en un atardecer de verano londinense, “Everyday is like Sunday” es perfecta para escucharla cualquier día en Manchester, todos los días en Manchester son silenciosos y grises”, porque se han olvidado de bombardear la “Cd. de la Esperanza”, porque son odiosos los domingos, porque la puedes cantar en tú oficina con el “Indie Kareoke” (con bolita y todo)… porque es una canción miserable que me hace gritar de alegría, cada vez que tengo un día silencioso y gris.

Everyday is like Sunday

-lyrics by Morrissey-

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

Morrissey - Everyday is like Sunday (MP3)


+ (A Groundhog day Quote)
Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph: That about sums it up for me.

William Kurt dice esto acerca de la canción:

the world of "Everyday is like Sunday" takes place in the town that wasn't bombed. Life seems to be imprisoning and dreary without the freedom and excitement that fearing the bomb had previously brought. The lines "Trudging slowly over wet sand/Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen" seem to clearly show this transition from freedom and joy to a duller, more miserable world. It seems as if the protagonist was formerly running joyously naked along the beach, as would be expected of the protagonist in "Ask", but after the fun is gone, he returns to find that his clothes have been stolen, leaving him naked and alone on the beach on a cold grey day. The rest of the song seems to be describing the walk of the protagonist hoping for the bomb to drop to put a quick end to things. Then the "Strange dust lands". I feel that what this 'strange dust' is is pretty clear: it's the dust from nuclear fall out. While the sudden flash of a nuclear bomb will eliminate your life in a quick and brilliant flash, nuclear fall out will slowly give you radiation poisoning, leaving you with a long painful death. That's also what I believe the 'greased tea' is. The grease give the image that the tea is tainted and sickly; basically it's radioactive tea, polluted and dirty, leading to a slow miserable death.

Overall the entire song is much like when someone says 'life is long'; this is never viewed as something positive, as opposed to when someone says 'life is short'. A short quick life means that one can do whatever one wants and can ignore all the consequences, but a long life is full of responsibility and consequences for every action.