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Here's Where the Story Ends
The Sundays Lyrics


People I know places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh, here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh, the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID RICHARD GAVURIN, HARRIET ELLA WHEELER

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dutchsinse

People I know places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise surprise surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
& who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends



John Davis

@Christopher J. B. Calderón It is right in principle, the best you can say is you choose to have different personalities to fit in. Fine, do what ever you think you must do to to fit in. But that is somewhat deceiving isn't it?
I am exactly the same around my parents as I am my wife and friends. My friends know I like this song and they know I like Pink Floyd too. I don't hide any of this from my parents, wife or anybody else. If they don't like it they can go find another son or husband.
I am who I say I am, 100%. Even if no one is around to watch me I still play the same music if my next door neighbor was visiting. If you don't like it, don't come over. That will do nothing but save me time.

Sorry you don't see the benefit of being the real you. Do you tell your girlfriend's they are only seeing some guy that you think they should see? Just wondering out loud.

That is just down right odd if you want to have a meaningful relationship.

Good luck to those of you that think you must put some artificial personality on to show your good side. Hope that works for you but it's not for me. Real freedom is being happy in your own skin and not giving a damn who approves and who doesn't.

Don't worry, lots of highschool kids feel the exact same way you do. Maybe when you get just a little older you might change your perspective. Or maybe not. Lots of people try fitting in, I see that as desperate.

I take one statement back ...I am not 100% myself....I am 99% myself. And here is the one, honest thing I hide from the world.....I don't fart in front of other people but I do when I'm alone. I would never fart in front of my wife or parents nor do I fart in front of my boss. So I guess we all must pick and choose our personalities.



Mancada100

Update: I am impressed by how many of you guessed the radio station was the legendary Doble 9 (Double Nine) Peru's one and only alternative rock radio station. Gladly Double 9 is still going strong and you can even listen it at their own website.

Anyway, back to my original story:

Growing as a teenager in Lima, Peru, during the crisis-ridden 90s this song was as alien to my reality as you could image. Back then, I didn't even understand english, but I felt mesmerized by that haunting tune and sweet voice all the same...

I would listen for hours to the only Peruvian Radio Station broadcasting alternative rock in english hoping this song would pop up. I recorded the song with my cassete tape recorder directly from the radio (a terrible recording by the way) and learned the song by memory, without truly understanding what the lyrics where about, so I would create and recreate the meaning in my mind adapting it to my reality... I imagined it was a love song dealing with feelings of sadness, loss and longing, so I adapted the lyrics according to my personal life circunstances...

Only many years later, after I learned english I could fully understand the lyrics and I was not dissapointed.

You see folks, music is no as much about rational understanding, it is about feelings. You can be touched by a beautiful song and voice and relate to it even if you don't understand a single word.

I am so grateful I was a 90s teenager and I could make this beautiful song a part of my personal treasures back then. Thank you, Sundays!



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dutchsinse

People I know places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise surprise surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside

Oh here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
& who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends
Ooh here's where the story ends

Francisco Reyes

😥

Tracy LF

Every place you show "Were all I loved" is missing, "you for", at the end.

Brenda

thanks dear!!

GG Larke

Dutch& lyrics.. A deeper story More than I could have ever known!

Azalea Balon

Yay its Dutch!

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Brooke Perkins

“It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year” 2020 af

Francisco Reyes

😥

Patrick Laureys

Yes, I was singing this song just a moment ago while walking my dogs. Rings very true.

videoluvr4204

@Erin Lindsey did that happen to you?

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