So I Cynically Say The World Is That Way

Reading Writing and Arithmetic
The Sundays (1990)
The first studio album from The Sundays was released twenty years ago today.  I never owned it or listened to any more than the first single that it produced, but that track is one of my favorite songs that I've ever heard.

Here's Where The Story Ends
The Sundays (1990)

People I know, places I go

Make me feel tongue-tied

I can see how people look down

They're on the inside

Here's where the story ends

People I see, weary of me

Showing my good side

I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes my eyes feel sore

Oh, I never should have said the books that you read

Were all I loved you for 

 

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes me wonder why

And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red

Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy, I know, places I go

Make me feel so tired

I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Here's where the story ends

It's that little souvenir of a terrible year

Which makes my eyes feel sore

And who ever would have thought the books that you brought

Were all I loved you for? 

 

Oh, the devil in me said, "Go down to the shed"

I know where I belong

But the only thing I ever really wanted to say

Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It's that little souvenir of a colorful year

Which makes me smile inside

So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way

Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here's where the story ends