Sunday Morning Call (2000)


Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants
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“Sunday Morning Call” conveys the bleary after-effects of party nights that grew too long, grew too twisted. What do people want from their involvement in drugs?

Something untouchable – completeness. And when they fail to attain it, they immerse themselves in self-recrimination over taking a detour that wasn’t clearly marked. There’s the ditch, there’s the aching bump on the head as you stumble home.

The theme of the song seems to be serious hard-drug-taking, not recreational acid dropping. The lyrics are impenetrable in many ways, some observers even insisting that somehow super-twig supermodel, Kate Moss, is wrapped up in the words.

And in your head do you feel
What you’re not supposed to feel
You take what you want
But you don’t get it for free
You need more time

It’s the music that carries us away, though, thick as glowing fudge and gleaming marshmallow cream, a sweet lava spreading and oozing down early-morning Sunday London streets.

In the ’60s it was said that “London swings.” Under the pall of overindulgence, the old town of today sure does swing – a hammer on the anvil of the lost who wander ’round in dawn’s bleak light.

The thick, Beatles-inspired instrumentation and arrangement, shuffling along “Strawberry Field Forever,” set against the grim, irritated message, are an antidote to the moroseness – perhaps looking back to simpler times. (The album’s title is a big hint as to the overall attitude of Oasis.)

To recap and to get a little laughter going: there is sunshine – an old acid “brand” – and there is real sunshine, beautiful and illuminating as it peeks across the Thames.

As John Lennon wrote in “Strawberry Fields”:

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see