Morrissey "Viva Hate" (1988) - Everyday Is Like Sunday | Текст песни

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• Morrissey "Viva Hate" (1988)
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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 this 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..

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some grease-tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
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This song (as "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now") is often cited as an example of Mozzer's miserablism. Nothing could really be further from the truth, when it comes to this song, at least. None of the critics seem to have noticed that there is deliberately no space between the words "every" and "day". Rather than moping about his whole life being dull, this song is a brilliant eulogy to finally escaping from an awful life best left behind.
In the song, the protagonist is looking back at the bad old days when he was stuck in a dead-end seaside town. The usual holiday clichés are reversed, with Morrissey caustically commenting in a contempory interview "The idea of a resort in Britain doesn't seem natural".
The "cheap tray" mentioned is probably referring to the god-awful cheap holiday gifts you get in poky little shops in Scarborough.
Greased tea could be exactly what it says - greasy horrible tea from a "Greasy Spoon" beachfront cafe. Or it could just mean tea with the attending sweet scones and jam.

Many people have commented on this song's resemblance to John Betjeman's poem "Slough". Other people suggest this song may be connected to the Neville Shute book "On The Beach".

The video gives a lot of notions and meanings to the lyrics (for example the fur/hide on the promenade, the writing of a postcard, etc.).


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