Everyday Is Like Sunday
10000 Maniacs Lyrics
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Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is a 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 a promenade
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
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)
Everyday is like Sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some grease tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
The opening lines of 10000 Maniacs' song Everyday Is Like Sunday paint a desolate picture of a person walking slowly over wet sand to a bench where their clothes were stolen. The lyrics describe a coastal town that was seemingly forgotten and not closed down, similar to a ghost town that has been abandoned. The reference to Armageddon and the plea for it to come indicates a sense of hopelessness and a desire for something, anything, to happen in this forgotten place.
The chorus of the song contrasts the bleakness of the verses, with the repetition of "Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey". The seaside town is a quiet and dull place, where there seems to be no life or excitement. The line "Hide on a promenade, etch on a postcard, How I dearly wish I was not here" speaks to the desire to escape the town and the sense of being trapped there.
The final verse brings a slightly surreal element to the song, with the mention of strange dust that lands on the person's hands and face as they trudge back over pebbles and sand. The final lines, "Win yourself a cheap tray, Share some grease tea with me, Everyday is silent and grey" seem to embody the sense of despair and isolation that pervades the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Walking slowly and heavily over damp beach sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
Returning to the place where someone stole your clothes
This is a coastal town
The location is a town situated near the coast
That they forgot to close down
The town is still open and functioning despite being near the coast
Armageddon come Armageddon come Armageddon come
A cry for the end of the world to come
Everyday is like Sunday
Every day is boring and uneventful
Everyday is silent and grey
Each day passes quietly, without much happening
Hide on a promenade
Conceal oneself on a public walkway
Etch on a post card
Make a permanent impression on a small piece of cardstock
How I dearly wish I was not here
Expressing a strong desire to be somewhere else
In the seaside town
This boring, coastal town
That they forgot to bomb
A reference to the WWII practice of bombing coastal towns to prevent them from being used by the enemy
Come, come nuclear bomb!
A plea, albeit satirical, for a nuclear bomb to be dropped on the town to change it up
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
Slowly moving back over the stones and sand from the beach
And a strange dust lands on your hands
A powdery substance falls onto your hands and body
(and on your face)
Additionally on your face
Everyday is like Sunday
Again stating the monotonous nature of each day
"win yourself a cheap tray"
A sarcastic reference to a mundane and worthless prize you can win
Share some grease tea with me
Join me in the consumption of unappetizing food
Everyday is silent and grey
Repeating the humdrum life that this location offers
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: STEPHEN STREET, STEVEN MORRISSEY
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Marilia Machado
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
DomWrath
Not bad, a really respectable cover. I love Natalie's voice.
Robert Trail
Really, just respectable? What a put down. She totally owns this now.
Loony Linn
she has a very unique voice and style of singing.
Hongbang dynasty
great cover, her voice is magic!!
Moin Moin
@Marilia Machado thank you, I always heard 'silent ending' instead of 'silent and grey'
Marilia Machado
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
777vegasnites
Excellent cover of the Morrissey tune....her performance of the song on the "Letterman Show" is also worth checking out.
Robert Trail
That performance was so good. It was better than this studio version.
RAFAEL ALEJANDRO RODRIGUEZ
The best version. I love Natalie voice.
Gerson Nonato
i definitely agree with you