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Sunday Morning

by Sunday Morning

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1.
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
2.
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...
3.
Uptown 03:59
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
4.
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
5.
1986 03:21 video
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
6.
Hearts Break 04:02
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
7.
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
8.
Dirty South 02:37
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
9.
The Change 03:37
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
10.
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
11.
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

about

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.

credits

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 refreshingly experimental, complex and authentic. Their sound seamlessly weaves the best elements of darkwave, dream pop and rock and roll. The name derives from the crippling duality of the simultaneous misery and ecstasy of Sunday morning. There is nothing fake or borrowed about Sunday Morning. They are the real deal. ... more

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