Cowboy Junkies: Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning | Song-Factsheet


Song «Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning» von Cowboy Junkies.


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1990 02 22 (Album), 1990 (single)
Label: RCA 2058-2 R, RCA PD 49302
Songwriter Michael Timmins
Produktion: Michael Timmins & Peter Moore
Genre: Alternativerock - Alternativecountry


Ein Selbstbehauptungssong nach einer Trennung (aus weiblicher Perspektive, interessanterweise von einem Mann geschrieben, von Michael Timmins, dem Kopf der Gruppe): Der Geist desjenigen, der aus der gemeinsamen Wohnung ausgezogen ist, geht als Errinerungsspur durch das Lied. Die neu gewonnene Freiheit hört sich fast bieder an: das ganze Pack Popcorn im Kino für mich selbst, Ellbogenfreiheit beim Sitzen und Schlafen: die kleinen Dinge, durch die man sich nach einer Beziehung neu wieder finden oder erfinden muss.

Personen und Querverweise

Cowboy Junkies
Michael Timmins
Michael Timmins
Peter Moore


Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning hits me straight in the eye guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it 'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again maybe I'll add a little T.V. too No milk! God, how I hate that Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?' she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand' Lunchtime. I start to dial your number then I remember so I reach for something to smoke and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that shit again There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing Just listening to records and watching the sun falling Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something and this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room for elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself, black and white with a strong female lead and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten how strange these streets feel when you're alone on them Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion So I lower my head, make a beeline for home Seething inside Funny, I'd never noticed the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you Especially like now when I need someone to hold me but there are some things that can never be forgiven and I just gotta tell you that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed