Sunday Morning Comin' Down

Kris Kristofferson wrote "Sunday Morning Comin' Down" - it's one of his best songs , I think. You can feel it, and smell it, and hear it!

I thought Kris had Gemini Sun, but no - it appears his sun is at 1* of Cancer, though he does have Mercury, Mars and Venus all in Gemini. I've always thought he LOOKS like a typical Geminian type - thin, wiry, a little nervy.

There's a hint of Cancerian feeling in this song - the nostalgic, feeling sorry for oneself thing. I have Cancer ascendant - I know that of which I speak!

According to Astrotheme Kris has Scorpio ascendant, I don't know how accurate the birthtime of 3.30pm is. I'd have guessed an Aquarius ascendant - he has no planets in Aquarius but his political views and some of his other songs whisper Aquarius to me.

I can't bring myself to cut out any of this song's lyrics - here they are in full

Well I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast

Wasnt bad so I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt

(It's the one I'm wearin')

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

With 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'

Chorus:

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing lord that I was stoned

'Cos there is 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 side walks

Sunday morning 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 ringing

And it echoed thru the canyon like

The disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Chorus:

On the Sunday morning sidewalk

Wishing lord that I was stoned

'Cos there's something in a Sunday

Makes a body feel alone.

And theres nothin' short of dyin'

Half as lonesome as the sound

On the sleepin' city sidewalk

Sunday morning comin' down.