Blur's self-titled fifth album (1997) saw another stylistic shift, influenced by the lo-fi styles of American indie rock groups, and became their third UK chart-topping album. Its single "Song 2" brought the band mainstream success in the US for the first time. Their next album, 13 (1999) saw the band experimenting with electronic and gospel music, and featured more personal lyrics from Albarn. Their seventh album, Think Tank (2003), continued their experimentation with electronic sounds and was also shaped by Albarn's growing interest in hip hop and world music, featuring more minimal guitar work. Coxon left the band during early recording sessions for Think Tank, and Blur disbanded for several years after the end of the album's associated tour, with the members engaged in other projects.
In 2009, Blur reunited with Coxon back in the band and embarked on a European reunion tour. In the following years, they released several singles and compilations and toured internationally. In 2012, they received a Brit Award for Outstanding Contribution to Music. Their eighth album, The Magic Whip (2015), was the sixth consecutive Blur studio album to top the British chart. The group have largely been on hiatus since the Magic Whip tour, but have announced plans to reunite in 2023 for various live dates.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blur_(band)
Studio albums
Leisure (1991)
Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)
Parklife (1994)
The Great Escape (1995)
Blur (1997)
13 (1999)
Think Tank (2003)
The Magic Whip (2015)
The Ballad of Darren (2023)
Sunday Sunday
Blur Lyrics
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You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
The song Sunday Sunday by Blur is a commentary on the mundane nature of Sundays in Britain. The lyrics paint a picture of people dressed in their best clothes, reading the Sunday papers and dreaming of a hearty meal. The song points out how Sundays are characterized by collective behavior which also makes them incredibly boring. The first verse depicts a family getting together to eat a large meal but feeling too lethargic to do anything else. The second verse features an elderly man who fought in two world wars and laments the changes that have occurred in his beloved country. He falls asleep during Songs of Praise, a hymn-singing show on British television, which reinforces the idea that Sundays are a time for rest and relaxation.
The repetition of "Sunday, Sunday" throughout the song creates a hypnotic effect, as if the singer is trapped in the cycle of Sunday routines. The reference to "protein on a plate" and "Mother's Pride" bread reflects the working-class values of Britain in the 1990s, emphasizing the importance of a good, hearty meal. The last verse implies that the only way to escape the monotony of Sunday is to go out and play bingo, a popular pastime in Britain at the time. The chorus, with its haunting repetition of "Sunday sleep" reinforces the idea that Sundays are a time for rest and inactivity.
Line by Line Meaning
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
It's Sunday once again and you are dressed up neatly.
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You casually read the newspaper supplement and the TV guide for the programs to watch later.
You dream of protein on a plate
You long for a meat-heavy meal for the day.
Regret you left it quite so late
You feel bad for not having started preparing for the Sunday meal earlier.
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
You want to bring the entire family together so that you all can have enough food and have a peaceful sleep.
Oh, the Sunday sleep
The satisfying sleep that you can have after a good meal on a Sunday.
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
Another Sunday has come and you decide to go for a stroll in the park.
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
During your walk, you come across an old soldier and start discussing the past.
He fought for us in two world wars
The old soldier fought for the country in both World Wars.
And says the England he knew is no more
The soldier suggests that England has changed a lot from the past that he knew.
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
The old soldier has a habit of singing religious hymns every week but ends up falling asleep during them due to age and fatigue.
Sunday
The day of the week that is usually calm and peaceful.
Sunday
The day when most people don't have to work and can relax.
Oh Sunday sleep
The delightful sleep that can be had on a Sunday after a full meal and a leisurely walk.
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
You have a sense of pride in the bread brand called Mother's Pride.
That extra slice you will soon regret
You may regret having eaten that extra slice of bread later.
So going out is your best bet
You may prefer going out to eat instead of cooking at home.
Then bingo yourself to sleep
After a satisfying Sunday meal and some entertainment, you can sleep like a baby.
Oh, the Sunday sleep
The peaceful sleep that can be had on a Sunday after a good meal, some exercise and entertainment.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
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@noneofthet4880
Sunday, Sunday here again, tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep
Oh the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars, and the England he knew is now no more
He sings the songs of praise every week but always falls asleep
Full of Sunday sleep
(But he knows what he knows)
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, Sunday here again, tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep
And mother's pride is your epithet, that extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh that Sunday sleep
@emmagomez4151
lyrics :
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
@vayneir3660
Lyrics:
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
@user-uo2zt3qg8t
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
@user-ip9yu7lp1q
Sunday, Sunday here again, tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep
Oh the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars, and the England he knew is now no more
He sings the songs of praise every week but always falls asleep
Full of Sunday sleep
(But he knows what he knows)
And mother's pride is your epithet, that extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh that Sunday sleep
@vcaatt
it’s crazy how it’s been almost 30 years since this was released yet it’s still so relevant. sundays in britain really haven’t changed
@nebulainspace
I like how they use it in live concerts.
"What day is it?!"
"SUNDAY SUNDAY!"
@karlmorris-xz6iq
if you like this you might like my brothers music. His name is Stu Morris and 'She has a Car' is a good song by him
@inayyahh._
omg
@CinematicMaj
their sense of humor combined with their message about things changing is brilliant!!
@tjohnson2900
It has become my custom to watch or listen to "Sunday Sunday" by Blur on Sundays. A good start to the week.
@TheCitizenmax
+Tasha Johnson-Lemjidi
Fine custom!
@julianlegui93
And then, on Wednesdays you are brutally waken by the dustmen.
@jackwatson9018
@@julianlegui93 I’m still thinking about leaving the house ?
@julianlegui93
@@jackwatson9018 Before that I have get a coup of tea and put my trousers on.