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05.23.04 // 1:53 p.m.

Am I weird if Morrissey's "Everyday is Like Sunday" made me so incredibly happy a few days ago? (And almost every time I listen to it?)

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

In defense, the song reminds me of being 19, living in the dorms with Ome, right next door to Pato and Chispa. We lived in Hedrick 6 south, which meant we had a great view of campus from the top of the hill.

It reminds me of Chispa and Arshad because they're both big Morrissey fans. They're two of my best friends, so of course they're going to make me happy (well, most of the time).

And it's just a nice melody, if you don't pay attention to the nuclear bombs and armageddon stuff.

Oh yes, and today really is quite silent and gray. Qu� iron�a.

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