Salford Sunday Richard Thompson
"Salford Sunday" by Richard Thompson, released in 1988, is a #FolkRock song reflecting on the mundane yet poignant aspects of life in Salford, England. The lyrics explore themes of nostalgia, community, and the passage of time. Musically, it features intricate guitar work and storytelling. The song resonates with listeners through its vivid imagery and emotional depth, capturing the essence of everyday life.
Thompson
Salford Sunday, skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping through the blind
Salford Sunday and I'm aching
For the night I left behind
Salford Sunday, morning after
Bass drum beating in my head
Sunday papers talking scandal
And a cold side of the bed
For I left a weeping willow
She should be lying on my pillow
If I wasn't such a hard nose
Such a perfect waste of time
Salford Sunday and I'm dreaming
And it's all in black and white
I do better,oh when I'm dreaming
Better than I did last night
Salford Sunday and I'm walking
Though the rain is pelting down
There's a train goes back to London
I hate to leave this ugly town
Salford Sunday, skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping through the blind
Salford Sunday and I'm aching
For the night I left behind
Salford Sunday, morning after
Bass drum beating in my head
Sunday papers talking scandal
And a cold side of the bed
For I left a weeping willow
She should be lying on my pillow
If I wasn't such a hard nose
Such a perfect waste of time
Salford Sunday and I'm dreaming
And it's all in black and white
I do better,oh when I'm dreaming
Better than I did last night
Salford Sunday and I'm walking
Though the rain is pelting down
There's a train goes back to London
I hate to leave this ugly town
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