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