Black Sunday Afternoon
Anna Ternheim Lyrics


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On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon
When you look to the sky, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon

No good time to walk alone on a bike riding home
When you look to the sky, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon
Bad luck comes or just a car on the right side, hears a call
And sees a blackbird flying low, above her head no mistletoe
Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons

You wake up in a water bed and on the back of your head
A lump but just a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here
When you call you can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's wrong
They ask around, no one knows
Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?
Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons

Sun is pale like the moon




When you look to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why
All fades into blue on black Sunday afternoons

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Anna Ternheim's song Black Sunday Afternoon seem to speak of the melancholy that can arise when one is alone and trying to make sense of life's events. The song starts with an interesting contrast - on this particular Sunday, the sun, which is normally bright and warm, appears pale like the moon. This sets the mood for the rest of the song, hinting at the unusual, perhaps even eerie atmosphere of the black Sunday afternoon. The use of the word "holy" evokes a sense of reverence or awe, but also of desperation - as if the singer is searching for something bigger than herself to make sense of the situation she finds herself in.


The second verse continues in this vein, describing the unease the singer feels while walking alone on her bike. It seems as if she is searching for answers in the sky, but all she finds is a pale blue void. The mention of "bad luck" and a "car on the right side" suggests that something has happened to her, perhaps a car accident or some other traumatic event. The reference to a blackbird flying low is interesting - blackbirds are often associated with death and darkness in literature and myth, so perhaps this is another indication that something dark or ominous is happening.


The following verses are a bit more cryptic, with talk of a water bed and a lump on the back of the singer's head. It seems as if the singer is disoriented and unable to communicate with others. The final verse seems to suggest that there is something afoot - "they gather up" and "ask around" - but nobody knows what's going on. The song ends with a repetition of the first verse, reminding us that the pale sun and blue sky are still present, and that the singer is still searching for answers.


Line by Line Meaning

On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon
The sun is barely visible on a black Sunday afternoon, making it look like the moon.


When you look to the sky, holy, holy why
A feeling of awe and confusion arises while staring at the sky on such an eerie day.


All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon
Everything around becomes bluish as if hiding in a dispirited mood on this day.


No good time to walk alone on a bike riding home
Walking or biking alone on the way home is not recommended during this unlucky period.


Bad luck comes or just a car on the right side, hears a call
Misfortune could happen at any moment, even a simple car passing by could startle your senses.


And sees a blackbird flying low, above her head no mistletoe
A blackbird flying low is a symbol of bad luck, with no hope of turning it around.


Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons
The day is so somber and melancholic that nothing seems to have any vitality, even life itself.


You wake up in a water bed and on the back of your head
Awakening in a water bed with a bump on the head would not improve this already dreadful day.


A lump but just a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here
There is little to no light in the room, making a small bump on the head go unnoticed.


When you call you can't hear your own voice at all
Even when calling out, a person's own voice is barely audible, adding to the strangeness of the day.


They gather up, something's wrong
People gather up, sensing that something is awry, ominous or dangerous.


They ask around, no one knows
No one knows what is going on, or if they do, it is not being disclosed.


Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?
The question is asked if one has been to where the rivers meet with water and moss, hinting at maybe an incident or a mystery.


Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons
Again, emphasizing that this day is so lifeless that nothing seems to function correctly, with everything frozen in place.


Sun is pale like the moon
The sun is barely visible, taking on a different shade from its usual form.


When you look to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why
A sense of the divine intermingles with puzzlement and fear when looking up at the sky.


All fades into blue on black Sunday afternoons
On this day, everything takes on a bluish color, adding to the haunting atmosphere of the day.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANNA TERNHEIM, BJ�RN YTTLING, BJOERN YTTLING (SOLO WORKS)

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@fadilmesic9647

Great song! Condensed mix of emotions,... loss, despair, sadness, and yet... little light of hope.

@VivaElectronica

It's hard not being there for the woman you love, especially when you know you could heal her wounds. So many badly wounded hearts in this world because many people are irresponsible with love. If all people took more time to look within themselves and were less blinded by the outside world, there would be far more compassion, togetherness, honesty and kindness. The only way to be down to earth is self-reflection. Through mercilessly honest self-reflection (with fairness to yourself) of your behavior, feelings and desires in all possible situations, you can explore your true self and, over time, see how YOU are and thus WHO you are. If you know who you are and were able to define your characteristics precisely, you can also be free from competitive thinking - because everyone who has found himself has also found happiness in himself. Life is learning and NO ONE is ever finished or can become perfect. Always ready to learn something new from life and reforge the blade of hope. If one thing never changes, it's that the world ALWAYS changes - even hard times will pass as long as you protect your belief in the good and stay on the right path. It's not about money, possessions or status - the only thing that matters in the end is how we have treated our fellow human beings and the people who have walked our path together with us.

@savalha

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@k7prox

Sunday
The 5th of April 2008,10 year old Engla Höglund went missing on her way home from soccer practice on her bike in Stjärnsund, Dalarna in Sweden.
Engla had been raped, beaten and strangled to death and was only identifiable by her teeth and dental records.

This song is about her and her story, how it happened, how she died, the pain she must have endured and it mentions the red car her killer and the last man she ever saw, Anders Eklund, owned.

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