Mais uma de Morrissey

Há certas músicas que não ouvimos há muitos e muitos anos, e de repente, na noite e no local mais improvável, ouve-se uma... e toca-nos.

Everyday Like is Sunday (Letra)

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 sandAnd 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 meEveryday is silent and grey