Everyday Is Like Sunday – Song and Lyrics by 10,000 Maniacs

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Everyday Is Like Sunday’ by 10,000 Maniacs. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 10,000 Maniacs or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is a 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 a promenade
Etch on a post card
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
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)
Everyday is like Sunday
“win yourself a cheap tray”
Share some grease tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey