Sunday Morning Coming Down. And Cacophony and the Velvet Underground.

Sunday Morning

He died there of a lonely heart/ stumped low, chewing the cemetery grass/ strapped to his dreams like a stone/ and so out into air he went/ the bridge from here to anywhere else leaving behind him/ the last desperate and grasping fluttering hands unable to hold his weight/ and waiting no longer an option/ dragging through the streets of another human city/ scrabbling at the locks of shuttered closets, digging for another bottle of booze/ fly out of here and into some other's dream/ and good night and good night and goodnight/ fuck to this hapless love of emptiness/ dig down into the soul of alone and shake your fist at God/ let go and wander past gravity to the stones below/ Cacophony on the rise sings us down/ this is the last good-bye/ with Sunday morning coming down like an open hand/ a bottle and a kiss to plunder the day/ I will wait until I'm sober/ and then I go/

singing this song

Rudimentary Peni- Cacophony


The Velvet Underground- self titled