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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. 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. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing. Then I headed down the street, And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 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. | Pagi Ahad Yang Lenyap Di pagi Ahad ku terjaga Tiada cara menegakkan kepala tanpa kesakitan Dan bir yang ku nikmati tika bersarapan tidak menghampakan Maka ku nikmati lagi sebagai pencuci mulut Kemudian ku terkial-kial mencari baju di gerobok Akhirnya ku temui pakaian terbersih, antara yang kotor Kemudian ku basuh muka dan rambutku ku sisir Dan terkocoh-kocoh menuruni tangga, menemui hari baru Fikiran ini ku khayalkan malam semalam Dengan rokok dan lagu-lagu yang ku pilih tapi ku nyalakan yang pertama dan melihat seorang anak kecil Bermain dengan tin yang ditendangnya Kemudian aku berjalan melintasi jalan Dan terhidu bau seseorang menggoreng ayam hari Ahad ini Dan Tuhan, ia membawaku kembali pada sesuatu yang telah hilang Di sesuatu tempat, entah macam mana, di sepanjang jalan ini Pada perjalanan pagi Ahad ini Aku memohon, Tuhan, aku direjam Sebab ada sesuatu pada Ahad Yang membuat jasad merasa sepi Dan tidak ada yang kurang dari kematian Itupun hanya separuh sunyi seperti bunyinya Tentang perjalanan merentasi bandar yang sepi Dan pagi Ahad yang lenyap. Di taman ku lihat seorang bapa Dengan tawa anak perempuan yang di timangnya Dan ku berhenti di tepi sekolah Ahad Dan mendengar lagu yang mereka nyanyikan Lalu ku menuju ke arah jalan dan dari suatu tempat yang jauh terdengar paluan loceng yang sepi Dan ia bergema ke seluruh lembah Seperti impian semalam yang menghilang |