Morrissey, ‘Everyday Is Like Sunday’ – Depressing Summer Songs

If most people don't think of this as a summer song, it's because Morrissey has taken a seemingly pleasant scenario -- a day at the beach -- and sucked out all the joy. "Trudging slowly over wet sand," he sings in the first verse, setting us up for a hilariously bummed-out punchline: "... back to the bench where your clothes were stolen." Oof! Clearly, Moz has no love for his surroundings, a "coastal town that they forgot to close down," and if he had his way, he wouldn't just board up the storefronts and chase the sunbathers from the beach. "Come, Armageddon, come," the former Smith croons, suggesting there's only one cure for this town's summertime blues: annihilation.

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