Insistisc amb una entrada més, perdoneu, però és precís, perquè és tardor, perquè continue malalt i perquè així és pot cantar sense enganyar-te, mentre veus el vídeo. =)
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...
Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey.
MORRISSEY (1988): “Everyday is like sunday” dins Viva Hate. EMI?: UK.
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