Their level of commercial success was almost unprecedented by an indie act when their first album 'Reading Writing and Arithmetic' (Rough Trade, 1989) debuted in the British charts at number 4, (even cracking the US Top 40) with little publicity and almost a year after the legendary single and John Peel fave 'Can't Be Sure' peaked at number 45. This now seminal album also featured the single "Here's Where The Story Ends" (more recently covered by 'Tin Tin Out') and other classic indie pop tunes 'Skin & Bones', 'Hideous Towns' and 'I Kicked A Boy'.
A US tour and a (soon to become infamous) "break" preceded follow-up album 'Blind' (1992) for which sky-high critical expectations couldn't be met, though single 'Goodbye' fared well reaching number 27.
It was a long wait before third and most recent album 'Static and Silence' (Parlophone, 1997) was released, followed by a 3-date UK, and 14-date U.S tour. Single "Summertime" (their most successful hit to date on the UK charts) was taken from this album, and garnered airplay in most parts of the world, although the follow-up "Cry" didn't fare quite as well. Gavurin formed a friendship with the comedian David Baddiel when growing up in North London, which would lead to the Sundays providing the song "Another Flavour" (sans vocals) from Static and Silence as the theme tune to the Newman and Baddiel in Pieces TV series.
No new material has been released by The Sundays since Static and Silence (and its attendant singles) in 1997. Harriet Wheeler and David Gavurin have settled down and are raising a family. Patrick Hannan has become a session drummer and occasional record producer. Bassist Paul Brindley, like Harriet and David, is no longer a part of the music industry.
In April 2014, Adam Pitluk, the editor of American Airlines' magazine American Way, tracked down and conducted an interview with Wheeler and Gavurin in which he put forward the idea of a reunion. The response to this was as follows - "First let’s see if the music we’re currently writing ever sees the light of day, and then we can get on to the enjoyable globe-trotting-meets-concert-planning stage."
There is also a Japanese independent rock/punk band named SUNDAYS. They started out in September 2007 and released their first mini-album on a major label in January 2013.
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The Sundays Lyrics
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Make me feel tongue tied
But I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh, the devil in me said, "Go down to the shed"
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
The lyrics to The Sundays' song, Here's Where the Story Ends, are a commentary on the singer's outsider status and the judgments that come with it. In the first verse, the singer describes feeling tongue-tied in certain situations and noticing how other people look down on those who don't fit in. In the chorus, she declares that "here's where the story ends", suggesting that she is ready to move on from the narrative that has been imposed on her.
The second verse expands upon this theme, with the singer acknowledging that people are "weary" of her and that she is on the outside looking in. The little souvenir she mentions is likely a painful memory or memento of a difficult year that still causes her emotional pain. However, she also suggests that there are positive memories associated with the situation, that make her smile inside.
Overall, the song is a bittersweet meditation on the human experience of feeling like an outsider, and the way that this can be both painful and ultimately freeing.
Line by Line Meaning
People I know, places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
But I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
I'm surrounded by people and places I'm familiar with, yet I feel like I'm at a loss for words. I can sense that people view me from a higher position and are closed off from me. It feels like this is where my story ends.
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
Even when I'm trying to put forth my best image, people seem tired or uninterested in me. It's clear that they think they are above me, like I don't fit in. It feels like this is where my story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
It's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
I keep a memento as a reminder of a difficult year, but it brings me pain to look at it. I regret saying that the only thing I loved about someone was their taste in literature. It's hard to understand why certain memories, like ones of a shed, still make me feel embarrassed - it's unexpected.
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It may sound crazy, but visiting certain places drains me of energy. It's easy to tell that people see me as inferior, like I don't belong. It feels like this is where my story ends.
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh, the devil in me said, "Go down to the shed"
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
I keep something to remind myself of a painful time, but it causes me discomfort. I never would have guessed that the only reason I loved someone was because of the books they read. I have a nagging instinct to go to the shed despite society's expectations, but the only thing I truly want to say is that I was wrong about something.
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
I keep a memento to remind me of a happier time, and it brings me joy. Despite this, I often express cynicism towards the world as a defense mechanism. But even with that mindset, I can still be surprised. Ultimately, it feels like this is where my story ends.
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David Richard Gavurin, Harriet Ella Wheeler
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@jasonpeters9716
Spring 1995.
17yrs old, Sr yr High School.
Friends and I hitting back roads b4 baseball practice smoking a J.
Remember hearing this for first time.
On way back to the baseball field.
We all just shut the fuck up for moment listened song.
I don't know what they were feeling but I was sad/happy. I just knew this was a special time and it's closing dwn.
I was fully aware what I was going thru. I knew I could go out and make million dollars but it was never gonna beat this moment.
@Runedad0
People I know, places I go
Make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how, people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy, I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for?
Oh, the devil in me said, "Go down to the shed"
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends
@garypotter5569
Anyone in a dark place and want a very fast cure?
Get your eyes OFF of yourself as fast as you can!
Feeling miserable and constantly thinking about yourSELF load on the same psychological axis. So, get your eyes off of 'me me me' and start helping other people.
Help the people around you.
Help people you see on the street. Help starving children in wherever! Just get your focus off of yourSELF.
And I promise you: you will be a progressively happier and happier person🤗🥰🤗
@mckapril
I’m sitting here with tears rolling down my face as I remember how young me, my husband and son were and at the time we were living in a single wide trailer but we were sooo happy. 36 years later my husband of 36 years passed away February 17th, 2021 and our son has grown and been gone for over 19 years living his own life! This song just takes me back to that precious time in our lives when time was timeless.
@fastloudrules
I'm sorry....your comment made me sad...when I saw this video here just now I clicked it and also went time traveling...have not heard this song since back then...isn't it crazy how certain songs will take you back to a time long gone and it feels so good but it's also so sad.
@heyitsella117
I'm so sorry
@donnarossetti1518
I here you April. My guy passed too
@neileustice704
So very sad for your story, but you have lovely memories, just close your eyes and think of them and this beautiful song, stay strong lovely lady x
@themovenstore
Sorry for your loss..chin up sunshine!
@RoguePatience
No one is here by accident. The Sundays are unforgettable. It’s been over 30 years, and they are simply timeless. My best regards to anyone who grew up listening to them.
@robertmalone5276
You're right this song is eternal.
@chefskiss6179
Agreed. It truly was a gift to be growing up when this came out.
@Ub_Dub
Even as someone from a very young generation, this song has a special place in my heart