Sunday Morning.

The song by Velvet Underground, their first one, is one of the songs that touched me a lot. That was my first impression. As it is always with songs first i listen to it for the atmosphere. And like every Sunday morning it is happy as heaven. I have always loved songs for their mood, the atmosphere. The whole beauty of a song is never completely appreciated. And one day while you are sitting in the bus listening to a song, it starts sounding like something way much more than what it used to be. The meaning of the song and the emotion gets you. Then we have to go back to the playlist put the song on repeat, and pray to god that the feeling stays for a few more replays. That feeling here, is pure beauty and love. That is when you appreciate the meaning of a song or the intimacy of the music. Another thing i value a lot about a song is how it is liked by other people. People who i love. Probably from the old days when i used to listen to the songs my brother used to play in the tape. He never used to let me use the player. But anything appreciated by others gain a certain beauty only by that fact. Now about Sunday Morning, there is something so sad about that song. The kinda of feeling you get when you wake up on a Sunday Morning can not be described as happy. Sunday is so happy outside but it has the sadness of all your past in it. All the things you wished that you had done. It could be the beginning of the end of a vacation or the hangover from the last day or worse, the serious contemplation of the life so far, never a happy day. Though apparently the happiest song of the album (Velvet Underground and Nico) this is the song i  listen to the least often. But i like it the most, like many precious things in life, it can't be used too often. And it never comes up as an Ear Worm.