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Sunday Morning Records
Written by Glenn Richards
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CAPO 2; Cs4 = Csus4
||: C / / / | Am7 / / / :|| x2
||: C Cs4 C G :|| x2
|Cma7 / / G | Fma7 / C / | C G/B C G | 6/4 Fma7 / C / / / | 4/4
C Cs4 C G C Cs4 C G
How high is your house? Do you pay for your power?
C G C G Fma7 C
From the underground when the moon is round what (?mood does?) you encounter?
C Fma7 C G
Does the sewer (?part its bellows?) Do you dribble your heart on your pillow?
C G C G Fma7 C
Do you dream your pillow’s packed with soil of yesterday’s bedfellows?
C Cs4 C G C Cs4 C G
The whisper wake up honey your Sunday Morning Records are on fire
C G C G Fma7 C
They’ve melted to a sad old brew now your boyfriend’s sick and your mother’s blue
C Fma7 C G
And the flames of this (?) pyre, though your Sunday morning ringer was a liar
C G C G Fma7 C
(?Burned out gone be the truth can, brightly?)
| C G/B C G | 6/4 Fma7 / C / / / | 4/4
C Cs4 C G C Cs4 C G
Privilege born to privilege made, kindness left when privilege stayed
C G C G Fma7 C
Cold as the blue stone’s that it laid, how high is our house (?tondoy)
C Fma7 C G
When me and Molly went walking by, me and Molly had fun
C G C G Fma7 C
But in all our free emotion me and Molly got overdone
C Asus2 Fma7+4
But in these rooms we live like monks, penitent poor from six day drunks to sundey
C Asus2 Fma7+4
Morning heckles and in their jest, parading his angels in their Sunday best so brightly
||: Cma7+4 / / / | Emadd9 / / / :|| x2 ||: C Cs4 C G :|| x2 Cma7 / / G | Fma7 / C / | C G/B C G |
||: Brightly :|| x2
6/4 Fma7 / C / / / |
C Cs4 C G C Cs4 C G
Sunday morning singer, has a voice like a telephone ringer
C G C G Fma7 C
And the birds in the trees with his disease sing of summer in the middle of winter
C Fma7 C G
He says I won’t for many, says I will for some
C G C G Fmaj7 C
We’re waiting for a later day when his will will be undone
C Cs4 C G C Cs4 C G
And what was the thing you spoke of, which might be set in motion?
C G C G Fma7 C
Did you know that on this (?) lead our cousins to the ocean?
C Fma7 C G
Dream of (?something missed?), which may be (?sun?) but one day ahead
||: C G C G Fma7 C
||: There’s no point in making Sunday morning records when it’s Monday
C Fma7 C G :|| x2
It’s told untold, in the middle of the road, two hearts beat as one hey :|| x2
C G C G Fma7 C
There’s no point in making Sunday morning records when it’s Monday
C G C G Fma7 C
No point in making Sunday morning records when it’s Monday
C Asus2 Fma7+4
Here in these rooms we live like monks, penitent poor from six day drunks to sundey
C Asus2 Fma7+4
Morning heckles amid their jest, parading essentials in their Sunday best so brightly, brightly
||: Cma7+4 / / / | Emadd9 / / / :|| x4 | C/G / / / | Am7 / / / | C/G / / / | Am7 / / / | C/G...
||: Brightly :|| x4 Brightly