Morrisey of the Smiths.
This song in particular echoes the dreary reality of what can easily pass, as any English seaside town.
Morrisey at his finest.
Eveyday Is Like Sunday.
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
Jarvis Cocker, his lyrics are not as aloof as those of Morriseys.
Instead he wrote, like Alex Turner, with a more familiar style.
Songs like Sorted for E's & Whizz, which despite the media coverage was actually a song with a strong anti drug sentiment. A piss take of the rave drug culture.
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