In the seaside town... that they forget to bomb...

Viva Hate. That's the title of one of Morrisseys albums. I used to listen to this stuff when I was in High School. Should you listen to Morrissey if you want to be unhappy? It is actually beautiful music, and why is beautiful music so often depressing? Someone said this is music to avoid if you are depressed. But it is light and the lyrics are some of the best you will find in music. "How I dearly wish I was not here..."
One opinion about this song, that some think is his most miserable, is that it is not about a life being dull, but that this song is 'a brilliant eulogy to finally escaping from an awful life best left behind.'

Here is the opinion of William Kurt :

'The lines "Trudging slowly over wet sand/Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen" seem to clearly show this transition from freedom and joy to a duller, more miserable world. It seems as if the protagonist was formerly running joyously naked along the beach...but after the fun is gone, he returns to find that his clothes have been stolen, leaving him naked and alone on the beach on a cold grey day.
The rest of the song seems to be describing the walk of the protagonist hoping for the bomb to drop to put a quick end to things. Then the "Strange dust lands". I feel that what this 'strange dust' is is pretty clear: it's the dust from nuclear fall out. While the sudden flash of a nuclear bomb will eliminate your life in a quick and brilliant flash, nuclear fall out will slowly give you radiation poisoning, leaving you with a long painful death. That's also what I believe the 'greased tea' is. The grease give the image that the tea is tainted and sickly; basically it's radioactive tea, polluted and dirty, leading to a slow miserable death.

Overall the entire song is much like when someone says 'life is long'; this is never viewed as something positive, as opposed to when someone says 'life is short'. A short quick life means that one can do whatever one wants and can ignore all the consequences, but a long life is full of responsibility and consequences for every action.'

See what you think, but even better, try to listen to his lilting lyricism if you possibly can.


EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY

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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


http://www.oz.net/~moz/lyrics/vivahate/everyday.htm