I’ve just rediscovered this little gem from 2012. I’d just joined Fiona Thom’s band, the Lost Headband and when they were round at mine for a rehearsal we made a quick video.
The song has all Fi’s usual wit and observational skills.
Fiona Thom and John Farrell – guitars
Norman Lamont – bass
Lyrics (Fiona Thom)
Sunday’s the day my neighbours argue with each other; I hear them through the wall.
On Sunday I just sit here on the sofa staring out the window, doing nothing at all.
That’s the day I remember, who I am, who I’m not.
Sunday folks gather together around the oven, worshipping the roast.
Some folks like to go into the church, drink their bloody wine, eat the holy toast.
That’s the day we remember, who we are, who we’re not.
With Songs to remind us, songs to forget, songs of happiness and regret.
Sunday is a day for lovers, see them in the park, life is such a lark.
On Sunday you can go to the cinema, art house, catch a matinee.
That’s the day I remember, who I am, who I’m not.
Sunday folks are out there washing cars, kids play in the street, little ones just greet.
Mothers are all inside watching tv – could be Eastenders, or maybe Corrie.
That’s the day we remember, who we are, who we’re not.
With songs to remind us, songs to forget songs of happiness and regret.
Its Sunday everyday, Sunday everyday, Sunday everyday…
But there, hanging in the sky, Monday’s moon, comes too soon.
Inst break.
That’s the day we remember who we were and who we could be
with songs to remind us, song to forget, songs of happiness and regret
songs to remind us, songs to forget, songs of happiness and regret.
Songs to remind us, songs to forget, songs of happiness and regret