Sunday, October 06, 2024

Sunday Mourning Comin' Down



Kris Kristofferson - Nobody Loves Anybody Anymore


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 through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kickin'

Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park, I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin'

Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down

Kris Kristofferson
Country Club
Reseda, California USA
6.25.1982

01 Me and Bobby McGee
02 Here Comes That Rainbow Again
03 Stranger
04 Sugarman
05 Bandits of Beverly Hills
06 Help Me Make It Through the Night
07 The Sabre and the Rose
08 Jody and the Kid
09 The Last Time
10 Free Fall
11 Darby's Castle/band introductions 
12 Nobody Loves Anybody Anymore
13 Magdalene
14 This Old Road
15 The Pilgrim, Chapter 33
16 Mean Old Man
17 medley: Jesus Was a Capricorn/The Year 2000 Minus 25/The Law Is for Protection of the People
18 Blessing In Disguise
19 Star-Crossed
20 Nobody Wins
21 Border Lord
22 The Promise
23 Living Legend
24 Casey's Last Ride
25 For the Good Times
26 Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again)
27 medley: Sunday Morning Comin' Down/The Silver Tongued Devil and I/Smile At Me/Same Old Song
28 Why Me

Total time: 1:51:52
disc break goes after Track 15

Kris Kristofferson - vocals & guitar 
Billy Swan - guitar, bass & vocals 
Tommy McClure - bass 
Sammy Creason - drums
Donnie Fritts - keyboards & vocals
Glen Clark - guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar, keyboards, harmonica & vocals
Stephen Bruton - guitar

320/48K audio streamed from Wolfgang's Vault
spectral analysis is lossless past 20 kHz, making this equivalent to a preFM source
converted to 16/44 CD Audio, edited, repaired (with repeating portions removed), retracked and slightly remastered by EN, October 2024
642 MB FLAC/direct link


Eight days ago, the above institution shut his doors after 88 years providing a really good and necessary trouble to the polluted waters in which we fishbowl our lives, having done so across multiple modalities of artistic expression and activism.

The only man ever to land a US National Guard helicopter on Johnny Cash's lawn -- whom he did not know at the time -- with a beer in one hand and several standard-songs-to-be and a guitar in his other one, his life and work and eternally conscienceful presence in our culture should need no introduction or explanation.

Now that he is gone from the physical world, his impact upon the more abstract. less-subjectively-fixed realm of the collective human experience can only begin to be assessed, and by folks far more articulate and tuned in to his overarching meanings than I.

Songwriter, singer, recording artist, actor, justice seeker, activist: Kris Kristofferson used his Rhodes Scholarship and his inner drive to express real truth to paint our world in vivid, introspective and eternally striking colors across a whole lot of canvas. He could have been an Army general (like his dad), but lucky for us he chose a less obvious path.
I know it's a miserable cliché I've repeated too often, but for this we should be as grateful as any people have ever been, to have momentarily overlapped lifetimes with towering giants who illustrate the very best and most honest humans can be, against daunting obstacles and in the most lasting and generous ways.
 And in doing so help generate and perhaps sustain a broader collective comprehension of the most mysterious-yet-substantial aspects of this life, bestowing upon us all a depth of grace and a healthier, less fearful immersion into the unavoidably powerful emotions we never could fully navigate, understand or appreciate without the courageous aesthetic guidance instant immortals such as he brought to the table.--J.

6.22.1936 - 9.28.2024
freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose