Sunday Under Glass
Beulah Lyrics


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The scenery rides by
Just like floats lost in a parade
Where the palms and tumbleweeds sail
Right past the homes they stretch and they fade
Rolling like movie credits
Far beneath the clear skies

How wary does the West carry
So many sights, yeah, let's see the sights!
Slow prayers with no answers
Must go somewhere
Fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan
And the sunshine is fake
And the ocean is just painted
On a backdrop downtown

The miniature sprawls blur
From the set lights and the heat
Where the summer's path with charades
Right where the sidewalks crack and they meet
Just like a sad, sad actress
Right before her last scene

How wary does the West carry
So many sights, yeah, let's see the sights!
Slow prayers with no answers
Must go somewhere
Fall away

And the Wild West is a slow pan
And the sunshine is fake
And the ocean is just painted
On a backdrop




Somewhere
Downtown

Overall Meaning

In "Sunday Under Glass" by Beulah, the verses describe a scene of driving through the western U.S., with sights such as tumbleweeds and palm trees passing by like floats in a parade. The lyrics reflect the sense of weariness that can accompany long car rides through vast stretches of land. The scenery is like credits at the end of a movie, passing by under clear skies. The chorus then contrasts the excitement of seeing new sights with the loneliness of unanswered prayers. The "Wild West" is a slow pan, perhaps referring to the slow pace of life in more rural areas of the region. Similarly, the sunshine and ocean are "fake" and "just painted," perhaps alluding to the artificial nature of sun-baked California and the artificiality of Hollywood.


Line by Line Meaning

The scenery rides by
The landscape moves past quickly


Just like floats lost in a parade
Like decorations in a parade, the scenery is forgotten


Where the palms and tumbleweeds sail
The palm trees and tumbleweeds sway in the wind


Right past the homes they stretch and they fade
The scenery passes by the homes and disappears


Rolling like movie credits
Moving like the end of a movie


Far beneath the clear skies
Under the blue and empty sky


How wary does the West carry
How heavy is the burden of the American West


So many sights, yeah, let's see the sights!
Despite the weight of the West, people still want to see it


Slow prayers with no answers
Hopeful wishes that never come true


Must go somewhere
Have to end up somewhere


Fall away
Disappear


And the Wild West is a slow pan
The American West moves by slowly


And the sunshine is fake
The sunlight doesn't feel entirely real


And the ocean is just painted
The ocean is a painted backdrop


On a backdrop downtown
Far from the true ocean scenery


The miniature sprawls blur
The small towns blend together


From the set lights and the heat
Due to the bright lights and hot weather


Where the summer's path with charades
The summer's journey is like a game


Right where the sidewalks crack and they meet
Where the roads merge and break apart


Just like a sad, sad actress
Like a melancholy performer


Right before her last scene
Just before her final performance


Somewhere
In an unknown location


Downtown
In the heart of the city




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Written by: KUROSKY, LA FOLLETTE

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