A Perversion of Morrissey

This has already made the rounds of the blogosphere, but I thought it worth repeating. Seems the NFL has taken to recontextualizing an older Morrissey song (a cover possibly by the Decembrists’ Colin Meloy, though that’s unverified.) Here’s the commercial:

And here’s the lyrics:

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench
where your clothes were stolen
this is the coastal town
that they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
scratch out a postcard
how I dearly with I was not here
in the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come! Come! Come – nuclear bomb!

Everyday is like Sunday
everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
and a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face)
Everyday is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
share some greased tea with me
everyday is silent and grey.

These lyrics capture a bleak intersection of emotion and landscape just about perfectly. Even still, it makes perfect sense that the line ‘Everyday is like Sunday’ would be used by the NFL, despite being taken out of context to an absurd degree, and I would be curious if Morrissey had direct involvement with the licensing of the song, which I suspect he must have. The Morrissey fanatics don’t seem to know, and most of them are up in arms about the pairing iof their beloved Moz (not in voice, but in word) with the NFL.