Sang om søndagsfølelsen

Som nevnt tidligere, er søndags formiddag en av de verste tidene i uka.. har til og med skrevet en sang om denne følelsen, som, ja, kanskje er litt sær, men som formidler det jeg mener om søndags morgen/formiddag ganske godt!

Chips on a Sunday Morning 

Sunday morning and reality kicks in
It’s the day after the day, that you took my heart away

All I want to do is to be able to go back
The movie credit’s over and the screen it has turned black

Everything that’s left from yesterday is all the memories
I wake up this Sunday Morning and the silence makes me scared
All the music and the people - gone, and wurst of all you are
And now I am all on my own, after all again alone
And I am

Eating chips on a Sunday morning - cause I have nothing else to eat
Eating chips on a Sunday morning - cause I need it more salty than sweet
Why, why can’t I go back, to the place where I belong?
Why must I start living all on my own?
Eating chips on a Sunday morning, cause I’m all alone again
Eating chips on a Sunday morning, I am all alone again

I’m having this melancholic hang-over, trying to figure out my way
I’m trying to chase all these blue thoughts of mine so far away
The morning’s full of grey fog, silence, where did the bird song go?
Why does it seem like I’m the only one on earth right now?
I am

Eating chips on a Sunday morning - cause I have nothing else to eat
Eating chips on a Sunday morning - cause I need it more salty than sweet
Why, why can’t I go back, to the place where I belong?
Why must I start living all on my own?
Eating chips on a Sunday morning, cause I’m all alone again
Eating chips on a Sunday morning, I am all alone again

It’s another Sunday morning when I’m waking up all blue,
and I cannot think of nothing else than that I’ve lost you
I have lost you, I’ve lost you
Eating chips on a Sunday morning cause you’re gone
- you are gone