Everyday Is Like Sunday
Morrissey Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Morrissey's "Everyday is Like Sunday" commence this mournful yet dreamy lamentation about a seaside town that once offered pleasures, but now is abandoned, sorrowful, and dull. The first verse describes a dreary and hopeless outskirt, a forgotten coastal town with nothing to fuel its existence anymore. Morrissey aims to convey a city in its death-throes, where the exhilaration of life has disappeared, leaving only a desolate atmosphere. In essence, he equates the town's quiet streets and somber buildings with an everlasting Sunday, a day of rest, which, in this instance, reflects a city where all has come to a standstill.


Line by Line Meaning

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Walking slowly on the wet sand


Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
Returning to the bench where your clothes got stolen


This is the coastal town
The town situated on the coast


That they forgot to close down
That they did not shut down the town


Armageddon, come Armageddon
A reference to the end of the world


Come, Armageddon, come
Inviting the end of the world


Everyday is like Sunday
Every day is monotonous


Everyday is silent and grey
Every day is dull and colorless


Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
Hiding on the walkway near the beach and writing a postcard


"How I dearly wish I was not here"
Expressing a strong desire to be somewhere else


In the seaside town
In the town located near the sea


That they forgot to bomb
That was not targeted during a bombing


Come, come, come, nuclear bomb
Inviting the explosion caused by a nuclear bomb


Trudging back over pebbles and sand
Walking back over pebbles and sand


And a strange dust lands on your hands
Dust covering the hands


And on your face
Dust also covers the face


On your face
Emphasizing the dust accumulating on the face


On your face
Again emphasizing the dust on the face


Everyday is like Sunday
Repeating the monotony of each day


"Win yourself a cheap tray"
An odd statement that could refer to a prize in a competition or a product for sale


Share some greased tea with me
An invitation to share a beverage that is likely not desirable


Everyday is silent and grey
Repeating the dullness and lack of color of each day




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Stephen Street, Steven Morrissey

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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



All comments from YouTube:

247nana

This is probably one of the greatest songs of all time.

Matt

My mom told me to play this at her funeral request granted.

K.W.

greased tea anyone? ☕☕🫖

Clepsidra Sideral

I wouldn't like to ruin the memory of a song to anyone by forcing them to listen to it at a funeral when I'm dead and I can't hear anything. I'd be scarring the attendees with the musical association.

Karla Arevalo

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Matt

@Susie Gomez she's still alive😁

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gretscher

I never grow tired of this awesome song, never!

Art Hughes

Not today either.

Shunto99

it's got everything..... Whats not to like?

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