28 11 08 albert allgaier
Albert Allgaier
Everyday 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! 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 - nuclearbomb. 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.
(lyrics by Morrissey, various media by Albert Allgaier)
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