Morning Sun

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  1. NBachers said:

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    This was a mid-to-late '60's song- I believe it was called Morning Sun. It was sung by an English sounding group; it was about an old newspaper peddler who was all but invisible to the people who hurried past him day in and day out. He sold the Morning Sun newspaper. Lyrics of the final verse went like this:

    When the evening's done and everyone's gone home
    He walks up and down the city streets alone
    No one hears him crying
    No one sees the tears
    They don't even see him
    He's been dead for years
    Crying "Papers . . . Papers . . . Get your Morning Sun."
    Papers . . . Papers . . . Get your Morning Sun."
     
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    F A B Scott said:

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    Just a guess but it could be in this old off-Broadway musical.
    Fred Ebb's Morning Sun (1963)
     
  3. rhilliam said:

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    No, I don't know what it is, but I am also trying to find it. It's from the mid 60's. "Morning Sun" may not be the title.
     
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    atmaestro said:

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    Try "Morning Sun" by Beau (1969)

    http://www.amazon.com/Morning-Sun/dp/B000W18HX4
    Them that can, do; them that can't... memorize Artist and Title
     
  5. rhilliam said:

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    Thanks, but that's not it. The song is sorta psychedelic-sounding, similar to the Electric Prunes.
     
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    Dapps said:

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    How about Traffic... 'Paper Sun' ...... different words though

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cp_3NEWTzU





    So you think your having good times
    With the boy that you just met
    Kicking sand from beach to beach
    Your clothes all soaking wet
    But if you look around and see
    Your shadow on the run
    Don't be too upset because it's just a paper sun

    Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun

    In the room where you've been sleeping
    All your clothes all thrown about
    Cigarettes burn window sills
    Your meter's all run out
    But there again it's nothing
    You just split when day is done
    Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun

    Standing in the cool of my room
    Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume
    Too much sun will burn!

    When you're feeling tired and lonely
    You see people going home
    You can't make the train fare
    Or the six pence for the phone
    And icicles you're crying
    From your cheek have just begun
    Don't be sad, good times are had
    Beneath the paper sun

    Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand
    A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand
    The boy who had given you so much fun
    Has left you so cold in the paper sun
     
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    Dapps said:

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    Good find