Sunday Morning
Swiss Jazz Orchestra And Friends Lyrics
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With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast,
Wasn't bad so I had one more, for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet,
For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair,
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs
That I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first, and watched a small kid cussin' at a can
That he was kickin'
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell
Of someone fryin'chickin
And it took me back to somethin' that I had lost somehow,
Somewhere along the way
[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishin' Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone
And there is nothing short of die'n, half a lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy,
With 'w(?)' laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to a song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams
Of yesterday
[Chorus]
On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday, make a body feel alone
And there is nothing short of die'n, half a lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming do
The lyrics to Swiss Jazz Orchestra And Friends's song, "Sunday Morning," tell the story of a man who wakes up feeling the effects of the previous night's activities. He had beer for breakfast and lit his first cigarette of the day as he watched a child kick a can, feeling a sense of nostalgia for a simpler time. As he walks around the city, he encounters the sounds of church bells and children playing in the park, all while feeling a sense of loneliness and alienation. The chorus repeats the feeling of wishing he was stoned on this Sunday morning, as there's a certain emptiness felt on this particular day of the week.
The Sunday morning setting is the driving force behind the lyrics, as it often represents a day of rest for many people. However, for this man, it represents a day of longing for connection and purpose. The imagery used throughout the song, such as the child kicking the can and the smell of fried chicken, add to the nostalgia and longing for a simpler time.
Line by Line Meaning
Well I woke up Sunday morning, With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
The singer woke up on Sunday morning feeling hungover and unable to relieve their headache.
And the beer I had for breakfast, Wasn't bad so I had one more, for dessert
The singer drank beer for breakfast and enjoyed it so much that they had another one as a treat.
Then I fumbled through my closet, For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
The singer searched through their wardrobe for clothes to wear, settling on their least dirty shirt in an attempt to look presentable.
And I shaved my face and combed my hair, And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
The artist attempted to groom themselves, but still struggled to get moving for the day ahead.
I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs That I'd been pickin'
The artist spent the previous night smoking and playing music.
But I lit my first, and watched a small kid cussin' at a can That he was kickin'
The singer lit their first cigarette of the day and watched a child swearing at a can they were kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell Of someone fryin'chickin
The singer walked across a quiet street and smelled the aroma of someone cooking chicken.
And it took me back to somethin' that I had lost somehow, Somewhere along the way
The smell of the cooking chicken triggered a sense of nostalgia in the artist.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishin' Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone And there is nothing short of die'n, half a lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down
The artist reflects on the loneliness they feel on a quiet Sunday morning, wishing they were under the influence of drugs to ease the feeling. The silence of the city only amplifies their sense of isolation.
In the park I saw a daddy, With 'w(?)' laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
The artist observed a father playing with his daughter in the park.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school, And listened to a song that they were singin'
The singer paused next to a Sunday school and listened to the children singing.
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringin'
The artist began to walk back home and heard the distant sound of a bell tolling.
And it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams Of yesterday
The sound of the bell echoed through the singer's surroundings and reminded them of the fleeting nature of their memories.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned Cause there is something in a Sunday, make a body feel alone And there is nothing short of die'n, half a lonesome as the sound On the sleepin' city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down
The singer repeats the chorus, emphasizing the sense of loneliness and isolation they feel on a quiet Sunday morning.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
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Hans-Joachim Breutkreutz
Schon einige Jahre verfolge ich Joan Chamorro und seine jungen Talente, die er von Kindes Beinen anleitet, sie stärkt und sie fördert, bis die meisten von ihnen gestandene Musiker sind. Es muss da in Spanien einen Ort geben, an dem ein Zaubertrank zubereitet wird und diesen jungen Menschen die Kraft und das Talent gibt immer wieder diese Leistung und Musikalität zu entwickeln, wie man sie auch hier wieder erleben konnte. Nur heißt der dortige Druide nicht Miraculix, sondern Joan Chamorro. 😉
Bitte lieber Joan, gib doch unseren Musiklehrern und unseren Musikschülern etwas von dem Zaubertrank.
Es muss doch ein Erlebnis für jedes dieser Talente sein, mit so einer professionellen Big Band auf der Bühne zu stehen.
Leider kann man nicht schriftlich stehend applaudieren, darum nur tausendmal BRAVO!
WDR Klassik
Danke für den netten Kommentar. ❤
Es hat unglaublich viel Spaß gemacht mit diesen jungen Talenten zu musizieren!
Nissantrommler
Nobody in this world is conducting a big-band like Joan - I love to watch him and of course I love to hear him playing with all these fantastic young talents. I´m following him for years and have so much respect for his great work - Chapeau Joan Chamorro. I also celebrate this wonderful concert with one of the best Big Bands in the world - the WDR-Big Band - my favorite Big-Band !!!
WDR Klassik
Our pleasure! We are happy that you like it.
Klaus Zum-Bruch
Ganz herzlichen Dank für diese wunderbare Kooperation und Aufnahme in erstklassiger Tonqualität. Auch ich folge Joan Chamorro und seinen Talenten seit Jahren, ein Quell
der Freude. Jetzt auch Daumen hoch und Abo für WDR-Klassik und die WDR-Bigband!
WDR Klassik
Es ist uns eine Freude!
Gaviolli Ergo
Sou fã dessa baritonista o melhor de todos do conjunto parabéns
Mel Calgary
Thanks for posting this very enjoyable video and kudos to the great WDR Big Band for working with and showcasing the talented SAJB youngsters.
WDR Klassik
Thank you very much! ❤ Greetings from Germany
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Ein Träumchen von einem Konzert. Vielen Dank auch dafür.