Sunday Morning

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Sunday Morning fuses Southern musical influences with 1970’s New York and Berlin. Formed by writer/artist Bruce Wilson (vocals) and Stephen Hamm (keyboards, piano), who played together in the 90s in Vancouver’s thunderous Tankhog, Sunday Morning is a departure from their riff laden pasts. On their upcoming self-titled record, which will be released on December 23rd, they enlisted the talents of bassist Coco Culbertson (Bif Naked. The Gay and The Choir Practice); drummer Justin Leigh (Pluto); guitarist Kevin Rose (Tankhog, Coal, The Wongs); cellist Finn Manniche; and vocalists Leah Commons (Bubble 11) and Carmen Bruno (Trailerhawk). Together they present a powerful and irrevocable account of all that is Sunday Morning.

“Come the Rain” acts an opening soliloquy for the album. Described by Wilson as “Almost a prayer for salvation put into terms of a simple love song waltz”, he began thinking of the lyrics when he moved back to Vancouver in 2010 after ending a relationship in Western Massachusetts. He says, “It rains a lot in Vancouver and I’ve learned I can either embrace it or be miserable ten months out of the year. And miserable is a drag.”

The first single from Sunday Morning, the blistering “Sick In The City”, is about being dope sick in New York; the nihilism and isolation that heroin addiction embraces, and the self-centered narcissism and misanthropy that accompanies drug withdrawal. The desperation to just feel alive.

The album ends with “When Sunday Morning Comes”, which Wilson wrote as an antidote to the weekend noise of the hotel he lived at, when the bass bins in the club downstairs would shake the thin glass of his windows. The song features Commons’ female vocal to counter his own on the previous tracks, and represents the salvation prayed for in the opening track “Come the Rain”. “It’s the safety in waking up next to someone dear to your heart and being still beside them as they sleep. Feeling them breathe against you in that moment. Past pain and trauma dissolves and the future is irrelevant in that moment of peace,” says Wilson.

Drawing upon from both his own experiences and his fictional ones growing up in Florida and living in New York, Wilson began writing the lyrics for Sunday Morning when he started writing his novel while living in a tiny hotel room in Vancouver. He asked Hamm if he wanted to collaborate on a couple songs and that mushroomed into several songs they were doing rough demos of in his little studio. Wilson says, “We wanted to do the antithesis of Tankhog and write simple poignant songs.”

Hamm suggested we put together a band to play the songs we’d written. Says Wilson, “We basically went after our dream band of Vancouver musicians and got exactly that. We’d played with Kevin Rose previously in Tankhog. Hamm played with Justin in the Evaporators with Nardwuar. Coco we knew from Bif Naked and The Gay. Interestingly the core band were all alumni of Mint Records at some point. We brought in other key musicians and vocalists as we needed them. Leah Commons is a childhood friend who wanted to be involved in some capacity so I gave her the lyrics to 'When Sunday Morning Comes'. She came back the next day with a rough sketch of the music and vocal line and it fit beautifully into the other material both musically and tonally.”

Sunday Morning can be a time of quiet streets and peaceful reflection, or coming to in a stranger’s bed trying piece together fragmented images from the night before. Feeling the weight of living in reflection on events impossible to change or recreate. It is a journey that travels thousands of miles, and starts here. On Sunday Morning.

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released December 23, 2016

Vocals: Bruce Wilson
Keyboards: Stephen Hamm
Guitar: Kevin Rose
Bass: Coco Culbertson
Drums: Justin Leigh
Vocals on Uptown and When Sunday Morning Comes: Leah Commons Vocals on Hearts Break and Come The Rain: Carmen Bruno
Vocals on Satan’s Gonna Drag Us Down and Dirty South: Cass King Drums On Uptown and 1986: Pete Bourne
Saxophone on Uptown and 1986: Dominic Conway
Trumpet on Uptown: Alison Gorman
Cello on Come The Rain: Finn Manniche
Lap steel on Drink For Two: Tom Hammel
Rhythm guitar on Dirty South: Honeyboy Wilson
All songs written by: Stephen Hamm and Bruce Wilson
Except When Sunday Morning Comes: Leah Commons, Stephen Hamm and Bruce Wilson
Dirty South: Honeyboy Wilson, Stephen Hamm and Bruce Wilson

Produced by: Stephen Hamm
Recorded by: John Raham at Afterlife Studio, Vancouver
Engineered by: Erik Nielson
Mixed by: Felix Fung and Stephen Hamm at Little Red Sounds, Vancouver Mastered by: Graemme Brown at Zen Mastering
Cover design: Kali Malinka
All Sunday Morning photography by: R.d. Cane

Sunday Morning would like to thank: Karl Prevost, Margo Price and Alex Beck, Jocelynn Loebl (Howlin’ Wuelf Media), Turner

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Sunday Morning Vancouver, British Columbia

Sunday Morning is a musical project written by Bruce Wilson (Vocals) and Stephen Hamm (Keyboards) who played together in the 90s in Vancouver’s thunderous Tankhog. Sunday Morning is a departure from their riff laden pasts. It is an introspective narrative that fuses Southern musical influences with 1970’s New York and Berlin. ... more

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Track Name: Come The Rain
Oh baby
Come the rain
Wash this dirty water from my veins
Oh girl
Show me how to feel
Help me know that something is still real

Hold on til it comes
Hold on come the rain

Oh baby
Bring the flood
Let this iron sky melt into rust
Oh girl
Show me how to leave
I’ve been waiting for the rain so I can breathe

Hold on til it comes
Hold on come the rain
Track Name: Can't Find You
Her eyes look green
But in the sun they're only blue
These lips feel soft
But they don't taste like you
Her shadow on the pillow looks out of place
Maybe if I close my eyes
I'll see your face

I can't find you here
With her I am still alone
I can't find you in this girl
I can't find my way home

Her words are kind
But they don't carry in this night
Her body's warm
But it doesn't hold your light
This fragile heart will crumble in my fist
I live in the memory of a perfect street light kiss

I can't find you here
With her I am still alone
I can't find you in this girl
I can't find my way home

Her cheeks are wet
I turn away
No point in talking now
I've got nothing to say

I can't find you here...
Track Name: Uptown
Walking uptown in the dirty snow
You held my hand I walked alone
Block after block you carried me home
Falling over subway grates
You held me up
You held me close
In your arms you carried me home

"When you kissed me baby"
I'm alright
"When you kissed me baby"
I'm alright
When you kissed me I kissed pure light

Are you sad now?
Are you sad now I’m gone
Are you sad that I’m not there
To carry home

On the corner in the pouring rain
You made that promise to me again
You told me I would never be alone
And as the rain ran down my back
Tripping over sidewalk cracks
It was a perfect day to be in love
Track Name: Sick in the City
I don’t care about pollution
I don’t care about a solution
I don’t care about what’s wrong what’s right
I don’t care what you did last night
I don’t care about your pain
I don’t care about the falling planes

"Cause I’m sick—sick in the city

I don’t care about the nation
I don’t care about starvation
I don’t care if I ever sleep
I don’t care if I even eat
I don’t care about what makes sense
I don’t give a fuck about the violence

'Cause I’m sick—sick in the city

Can you see me
I just want to feel alive

I don’t care about how you feel
I don’t care about what’s real
I don’t care about being free
I don’t want these motherfucking memories

Sick Sick Sick
Track Name: 1986
It’s 1986 and punk is dead
We’d be better off if we’d just stayed in bed
Woke up drunk
Woke up old
Woke up without our souls
Naked in suburbia
Our flag was full of holes

I’m a gutter star
Dying on the subway line
I’m outa friends/I’m outa time
I’m not a criminal
I’m a star

It’s 1986 and love is dead
I can see it in your eyes
It’s in every breath
Can you tell me has something changed?
Can you tell me your name?
Tell me your name/tell me your name again

I’m a gutter star
Waiting on the corner kid
I’ll be your daughter
For a Times Square neon trick
I’m not your savior
I’m a star

It’s 1986 and we’re all dead

I’m an alley rat
Hitting on an A-train queen
I’m the sticky pages in your plain wrapped magazine
I’m not your lover

I’m a star
Track Name: Hearts Break
I’d best keep walking
It's dark out in the snow
The love I’ve known and forgotten
is lost in winter’s soul

The ice breaks making islands in the lake
Each reflects a piece of you that I called home
And my mistakes
The ones that buried grace
They’re the ones I've learned I need to leave alone

Hearts break

You’d best keep walking
It’s the only thing that’s gonna keep you warm
There might be time but I’m not waiting
You chose to be alone

Sunrise
To burn away the lies
Words your lips made in the dark
Let every one
Wither in the sun
Charred like the angels in our hearts

Hearts break on the sidewalks of the city streets
They break among the pines
Where the muddy rivers meet
Our hearts never stood a chance

Morning frost on barren hearts
Motionless and silent in the dawn
I can’t pretend to hold this weight
Pretend to be that strong
A break in the clouds
A tear in the sky
In a moment
A torrent pouring through
Heaven pooled in our little hands
And through our fingers ran the color truth
Track Name: Satan's Gonna Drag Us Down
Satan's gonna drag us down
Satan's gonna drag us down
Down down down down
Satan's gonna drag us down
Down to a lake of fire
Down to a lake of fire
Down down down down
Satan's gonna drag us down
Track Name: Dirty South
Girl I'm dirty
I was born in the south
My veins are thick with poison
From deadly of a cottonmouth

I’m a gutter gator
From a sinkhole down in hell
Girl I'll see you later
When they pull you from the well

I'm fire
And I'll burn
Your chapels down
I'm sick
In your heart
I'll drag your babies down

Satan was born in Leesburg
The devil was born in me
I'm the sweat that's on your neck
In the August summer heat

I'll twist your faith
Where the cypress are standing still
And you will hear me breathing
In the autumn's evening chill...

I'm the father and
I'm the son
I'm the one he cast aside
I'm the needle and the gun
I'm every tear you've cried
Let's get a drink and talk family boy
Talk about a southern man's life
Let's talk about your sister your brother your mother
Let's talk about your pretty wife
Track Name: The Change
Baby the wind is cold
Baby the sky is slate
Baby this fall is long
Baby why’d ya come home late
Did you forget the names
Of the ones who came before

Can’t you feel the change
Can’t you feel it breaking through
These lonely walls

Baby I can’t turn it off
Baby I’ve been up for days
Baby I can’t sleep alone
Baby tell me that you’ll stay
Did you forget the names
The ones you left behind
Track Name: Drink For Two
Passed a highway ghost
And a broken bird
With grey eyes that match the sky
I gotta keep driving
Try to stay between the lines
We might be dangerous
We might be blind
We could be bloodstains forgotten over time

We’re bound by faith and gasoline
Cheap red wine amphetamine
Now that you’re gone I drink for two

In the oil rain the white lines smear
Hypnotized by grinding gears
No highway limit there’s only speed
I can hear a love song in the radiator’s steam

We’re tied by doubt and mortal sin
Headlights burn like methadrine
Now you’re gone I drink for two

In the oil rain the white lines smear
Hypnotized by grinding gears
No highway limit there’s only speed
I can hear a love song in the radiator’s steam

Gas station coffee cigarettes
Forget the nothing I got left
Now that you’re gone I drink for two

We are crushed by yesterday
Power lines they guide my way
Now that you’re gone I drink for two
Track Name: When Sunday Morning Comes
When Sunday morning comes
And we are not alone
When Sunday morning comes
When the fear is gone we’ll find our way home
There’s silence in the dawn after the fever breaks

When Sunday morning comes
And we’ve dulled the ache
When Sunday morning comes
There’s nothing in the past and the future’s not awake
There’s silence in the dawn when the fever breaks

In the quiet of your touch
Hearing that word in your breath is just enough
There’s silence in the dawn after the fever breaks
When Sunday morning comes
When Sunday morning comes