"Sunday's Pretty Icons" as written by Sarah Martin, Stuart Murdoch, Richard Colburn, Michael Cooke, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson and Bob Kildea....
There is no hole in which to hide
There is no plane to catch
No hotel room that's warm enough
No rent to a room that's quiet

A friend I've known through six degrees
Cools down to where I hide
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
She comes back to my side

You're so far from wanting to talk
You're so far from wanting to say something good
Feel something good

The secret lives and loves of girls
The secret lives of boys
The storm, we are the both of us
Too close to ever love

Whisky from the Island of Sund
Whisky from the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

Somebody asked me what hell was like
Somebody asked me for help
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Lunging and happening, panting of souls

Every girl you ever admired
Every boy you ever desired
Every love you ever forgot
Every person that you despised is forgiven


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"Sundays Pretty Icons" as written by Christopher Geddes Bob Kildea

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    Lyric CorrectionThere is no hole in which to hide
    There is no plane to catch
    No hotel room that's warm enough
    No rented room that's quiet

    A friend I've known through sic degrees
    Comes down to where I hide
    A friend I've known
    Through dreams and prayers
    She comes back to my side

    You're so far from wanting to talk
    You're so far from wanting to say
    Something good
    Feel something good

    The secret lives and loves of girls
    The secret lives of boys
    The stories the both of us
    Too close ever to love

    Whiskey from the island of sand
    Whiskey from the year you were born
    Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

    Somebody asked me
    What heaven was like
    Somebody asked for heaven
    Somebody asked me
    What heaven was like
    Lunch in the happening canteen of souls

    Every girl you ever admired
    Every boy you ever desired
    Every love you ever forgot
    Every person that you ever despised is forgiven

    **These are the lyrics on the vinyl sleeve**
    roxanneredlighton December 03, 2010   Link
  • +1
    My InterpretationI think the title refers to objects in a church used in Sunday mass, such as a crucifix, wafers, etc. Like they're simply thought of as "pretty" because people don't take them seriously or think much about them once they leave church after the mass. I'm actually not a Christian so maybe someone else could offer a better explanation. However, I know that Stuart is very religious and often uses Christian references in his songs, like "Somebody asked me what hell was like" and "Every person that you despised is forgiven", which I assume refers to the notion that God forgives.

    But can anyone explain the verse with the whisky? I have no idea what that's about.
    Daisycow610on October 14, 2010   Link
  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionIt's not "The sea cries of loves of girls
    The sea cries of boys"

    It's "the secret lies and loves of girls
    The secret lies of boys"

    or it might actually be lives and not lies
    Daisycow610on October 18, 2010   Link
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    General CommentActually, in response to thefrode989, nice trying but you are wrong: Sund is in Canada, and whiskey from Canada is spelled whiskEy.

    Since it's obviously such a big deal to you..
    mcnamaraon March 24, 2011   Link
  • -2
    Lyric CorrectionThere is no hole in which to hide
    There is no plane to catch
    No hotel room that's warm enough
    No rent to a room that's quiet

    A friend I've known through six degrees
    Cools down to where I hide
    A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
    She comes back to my side

    You're so far from wanting to talk
    You're so far from wanting to say something good
    Feel something good

    The sea cries of loves of girls
    The sea cries of boys
    The storm, we are the both of us
    Too close to ever love

    Whisky from the Island of Sund
    Whisky from the year you were born
    Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile

    Somebody asked me what hell was like
    Somebody asked me for help
    Somebody asked me what hell was like
    Lunging and happening, parting of souls

    Every girl you ever admired
    Every boy you ever desired
    Every love you ever forgot
    Every person that you despised is forgiven

    *Please note most importantly that Whisky must be spelled without an 'e' as this is a Scottish band, not an Irish one.
    thefrode989on October 12, 2010   Link

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