Sunday, May 29, 2005

Sunday Afternoon Coming Down

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

~ Kris Kristofferson, Sunday Morning Coming Down

There have been times in my life that Sunday mornings have begun as Kris Kristofferson describes them in his song, Sunday Morning Coming Down:

Well, I woke up Sunday
With no way to hold my head that didn't
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
So I had one more for
Then I fumbled in my closet through my
And found my cleanest dirty
Then I washed my face and combed my
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the
I'd smoked my mind the night
With cigarettes and songs I'd been
But I lit my first and watched a small
Playing with a can that he was
Then I walked across the
And caught the Sunday smell of someone
frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something
that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the

I remember those nights in college when, together with a few friends, I’d play guitar, chain smoke, and drink whatever was available. The mornings, after the friends had left, or fallen asleep, or passed out, where forlorn moments. Sometimes I'd just wander the tree-lined streets in Lexington looking for something—anything—to eradicate the emptiness I felt.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a morning like that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a night like that, although I will admit there are nights these days when sleep won’t come and I’ve taken my guitar out of my case and played and intoned sad songs. It’s something to do when sleep won’t come and this house feels empty with Alex and me the only ones in it. Of course Alex, being a cat, is nocturnal by nature and he ignores my loneliness as well as me on those occasions.

This afternoon was one of the few afternoons I felt that, as Kristofferson wrote, “there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone.” Maybe it’s the holiday weekend. Or, perhaps, that the street on which I live seems strangely quiet for a warm, spring day. I suppose everyone except me is doing something, somewhere, but not here.

I think I’ll end this blog and take my guitar outside on my deck and play and sing to myself. (Alex is avoiding me since I took him to the vet yesterday and he received three shots). Perhaps I’ll take a beer with me so I can cry into it. Naw! I’m not that far down. But I will play and sing Kristofferson’s Sunday Morning Coming Down and, if I’m out there long enough, maybe his Help Me Make It through the Night, too.


  1. Ahh, sentimentality.

  2. You might try singing "Don't worry be Happy" ;-)

  3. How about singing "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life?" I can identify with Monty Python's philosophy:

    Some things in life are bad,
    They can really make you mad,
    Other things just make you swear and curse,
    When you're chewing life's gristle,
    Don't grumble,
    Give a whistle
    And this'll help things turn out for the best.

    Always look on the bright side of life.
    Always look on the light side of life.

    If life seems jolly rotten,
    There's something you've forgotten,
    And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
    When you're feeling in the dumps,
    Don't be silly chumps.
    Just purse your lips and whistle.
    That's the thing.

    Always look on the bright side of life.
    Always look on the right side of life,

    For life is quite absurd
    And death's the final word.
    You must always face the curtain with a bow.
    Forget about your sin.
    Give the audience a grin.
    Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.

    Always look on the bright side of death,
    Just before you draw your terminal breath.

    Life's a piece of shit,
    When you look at it.
    Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true.
    You'll see it's all a show.
    Keep 'em laughing as you go.
    Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

    Always look on the bright side of life.
    Always look on the right side of life.

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