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Credits:

Doomenfels, Drums
William Anderson: Basses, Guitars, Vocals

Info:

This song was written in Brugg (CH) in 2004.
Its about the malaise of Sundays in Europe.  Few establishments apart from churches and bars are open.  What else is there to do other than torture insects and talk to palmtrees in the garden?  So freakin’ boring.
Recorded in Cologne (D) and Tentlingen (CH), from 2005 to 2006.

Lyrics:

Hey little birdie in my window, what are you doing?
“I’m freezing off all my little stripes.”
Hey little palm tree in my garden, what are you doing in the middle of Sweden.

Sunday in Spring, Sunday in Spring,
And I’m feeling like I just got my wings.
Weak in the knees, my strength’s in the breeze,
that will keep me from ever coming back.

Arresting millipedes just for fun.
Pulling out their legs one by one.
End of the line, its just a little worm.
To feed to little birdie and watch him squirm.

Sunday in Spring, Sunday in Spring,
And I’m feeling like I just found my wings.
Weak in the knees, my strength’s in the breeze,
that will keep me from ever coming back.

Sunday, Sunday in Spring,
What does, what does it bring, to me?