Black Sunday Afternoon
Mystical Reflections: Black Sunday's Enigmatic Afternoon
Lyrics
On the black Sunday afternoon sun is pale like the moon
Describing a somber atmosphere on a Sunday afternoon, likening the sun to the moon, suggesting a lack of brightness.
When you look to the sky, holy, holy why
Pondering the sky with a sense of reverence or questioning ("holy, holy why") as everything transforms into shades of blue.
All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon
Reiterating the fading of colors into blue on this melancholic Sunday afternoon.
No good time to walk alone on a bike riding home
Suggesting an inopportune time for solitary walks or biking home, possibly emphasizing a sense of isolation or desolation.
When you look to the sky, holy, holy why
Repeating the contemplation of the sky with a sacred or questioning tone, observing the transformation into blue hues.
All fades into blue on the black Sunday afternoon
Emphasizing the recurring theme of colors fading into blue on this particular Sunday afternoon.
Bad luck comes or just a car on the right side, hears a call
Introducing a moment of uncertainty, pondering if an event is due to bad luck or a passing car; hearing a mysterious call.
And sees a blackbird flying low, above her head no mistletoe
Observing a blackbird flying low, with a reference to mistletoe, possibly symbolizing an ominous or unexpected presence.
Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons
Conveying a sense of stillness or stagnation, as nothing significant seems to be happening on these black Sunday afternoons.
You wake up in a water bed and on the back of your head
Depicting waking up in a water bed with a physical discomfort (lump on the head) and almost complete darkness.
A lump but just a tiny hole, almost no light at all in here
Highlighting the smallness of a hole, suggesting minimal light, and the inability to hear one's own voice when calling.
When you call you can't hear your own voice at all
Expressing a sense of isolation or detachment, where the voice cannot be heard even when trying to communicate.
They gather up, something's wrong
Indicating a gathering of individuals recognizing that something is amiss or troubling.
They ask around, no one knows
Describing inquiries about the situation with no clear answers or information available.
Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?
Poetically asking if the listener has been to a specific place, possibly with symbolic significance, but without providing details.
Nothing really moves on black Sunday afternoons
Reiterating the lack of movement or change on these black Sunday afternoons.
Sun is pale like the moon
Repeating the comparison of the sun to the moon, emphasizing the pale and dim quality of the light.
When you look to the sky, holy, holy, holy, holy why
Continuing the contemplation of the sky with a repeated sacred or questioning tone.
All fades into blue on black Sunday afternoons
Reiterating the transformation of everything into shades of blue on these black Sunday afternoons.
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