Bipolar Monday
It's ineptly Monday
And I had a swell night
Last Saturday
That adroitly stretched
Till the dawn of Sunday
With the jocund boys
Of the maladroit taverns
Though I've ruined
And maimed the effervescence
Of the last ticking hours
When I left the guffawing
For I can no longer
Hold my breathing
And the resilient wry
Wrinkled in a caterwaul
Of silence;
Bronchus' collapsing,
Ribs shrilling,
Eyes riddling
Honesty
And it felt worse
To drag a comrade
Into the dark sanguinary
Enigma of this warfare
When he had only
Claimed his deliverance
From his pathos
But it was the only
Light in this tunnel
And this light squirms
When I reveal my wounds
And he was, after all,
A comrade.
And it's only Monday
But the maelstrom of silence
And the latticing breaches
Sends obnoxious thoughts
To pace with me
In this sedentary road
And I shatter
Just to tell
Or to think of
What it is
It is the thing
Beneath the graves.
It is the thing beneath
All of our years
But it is
Here,
Malingering,
Crooning
In my ears
With the sound
Of knives lunging
In the flesh
Past the sternum,
Or the tacit gears
Of a smoldering whispering
To kiss my temples,
Or cars crashing
Into a body
Of lifeless
Tragedies.
poem by Norman Santos
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Saturday Night
(chuck cannon/jimmy stewart)
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y
I gotta get out of these coveralls
Theyre throwin a dance at the union hall
I just got paid so I got a little cash
I been workin all week gonna have me a blast
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I get my rest on sunday
But I have a little fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y
Im gonna wash and wax my truck
I got a date with lady luck
She gonna wear her dancin shoes
And we gonna get just a little footloose
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I get my rest on sunday
Then I have a little fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Well the band just played their last song
But me and my baby gonna party on, you know thats right
Gonna find another place with a neon light
Cant go home its saturday night
Monday, tuesday, humpday, wednesday, thursday, friday
Take up all of my life, and that aint right
I take my rest on sunday
Then I have a lot of fun on saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y, saturday night
S.a.t.u.r. all dressed up saturday night
S.a.t.u.r. ready saturday night
S.a.t.u.r.d.a.y all dressed up, ready to go, come on baby lets hit the road
song performed by by Lonestar
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God Help Me......My Sisters In Love.
Every Sunday night my sister gives me a call
She talks for hours and hours
About nothing at all
Monday my phone rings, an it’s real late
“I met this guy in a club, an he’s sooooo great”
Her voice goes on through the night
Still telling me about him until it gets light
Tuesday, she’s on the phone to me again
Her constant chatter, driving me insane
He’s this, he’s that…I got the story of his life
An like, how many times did she say ‘I wanna be his wife’
Wednesday it rings and I just wanna scream
Their now an item… “He’s such a dream”.
I know his favourite color, and what aftershave he wears
Oh, an hes got a friend who plays for the Chicago bears
Thursday, the phone is stuck to my ear
“You wanna speak to him, he’s right here”
Now I got this guy telling me about his car
The names of his buddies and his favourite bar
Friday I pull the cable from the wall
I don’t wanna another telephone call
For one night, that phone aint gonna ring
I wanna sit in silence, an not hear a damn thing
Saturday night I pick up the phone
He’s dumped her, an she’s all alone
I dash round to hold her tight
Snuggled in, she cries through the night
Like I say….
Every Sunday night my sister gives me a call
She talks for hours and hours
About nothing at all
But hey
What are sisters for?
poem by Donna Elouise James
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Monday Thru Friday
Five days a week Im just a-biding my time.
Fill in the hours till the weekends mine.
All day long Ive got my radio on.
Keeps me going till my work is done.
Chorus:
Monday through to friday.
Nothing goes my way.
Just working staying alive.
Monday.through to sunday.
Theres only one day.
Saturday is rocknroll time.
Work for the man just to get my pay.
Too many hours in the workig day.
Dead on my feet but I need the cash.
Roll on saturday make it fast.
Chorus: repeated
I pay my dues to the union man.
Dont get too heavy.thats the way I am.
I live for rocknroll and saturday night.
I hear the music and I feel alright.feel alright.
Chorus: repeated
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Saturday Night
(annie roboff/tim nichols)
Every week it comes round
With a feel like new years eve
Get dressed, de-stressed, tonight I couldnt care less
Take a look at me
So I put myself together
Paint my lips and lashes on
cause I know theres someone out there
Wantin me to come along
Its the night of the week when my dreams hit the street
With boots and blue jeans on
Take a shot at romance, do I stand a chance
Will destiny be good to me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well, oh my lord you should have seen me saturday
Saturday, oh saturday night
Marys got a mustang
We all pile in
Downtown, top down, rockin while we ride around
Let the night begin
Im just searchin for a dreamer
Wholl steal my heart away
Strong and shy with I dare you eyes
And a smile who lights the way
Its the night of the week when my dreams hit the street
With boots and blue jeans on
Take a shot at romance, do I stand a chance
Will destiny be good to me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well, oh my lord you should have seen me saturday
Saturday, oh saturday night
Five days out of seven slavin
I need one thats just for me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well oh my lord you should have seen my saturday
Oh saturday, saturday, saturday,
Oh saturday night
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Even Without You
perhaps i have to ask myself
why i mumble
like no other restless bee
that i can be
in the twilight years
of my life
do i refuse to see light?
have i fallen in love with my
own darkness?
do i wish the blindness of
wisdom?
is wisdom blind?
is there light at the end of this tunnel?
am i in this tunnel?
i am in a room with only one window
and it faces the road
where everyone passes tonight
this is the only passage to their homes
and they simply pass by here
i make no sound
when i open these windows
when i close them
repeatedly
perhaps i exist and they know it
perhaps they only have respect for my silence
perhaps i am to blame for all these
perhaps i have chosen silence
its golden sheen
its private space
i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening
in all my life
even without you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I'm Feeling Blue (Days Of The Week)
When I'm feeling blue
I close my eyes and think of you
Standing by a pool
I hope that you remember too
On a lonely long and winding road
Hopelessly and lonely you're not alone
And all alone
When I'm feeling grey
I close my eyes and drift away...
On another day
But not today
Another day
On a lonely long and winding road
Hold me still and tell me I'm not alone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning comes
Sunday morning
song performed by by Travis
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Friday I'm In Love
I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love
song performed by by Cure
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Never Give Up, Never Give In
The silence masseurs my sound barrier
Breaking all that I am left inside, insanity
Letting go of the ones I care about
It’s become an art form, graceful
It seems it’s the only thing I’m good for
Holding on till there is nothing left for me to hold
It slips between my fingers, in vain
I’m nothing more then a lonely memory
Left to die in my own fabrication of this life
I feel like my existence is falling to pieces
And I can’t help but deem this is my sentence
Lost to comfort, all kinds of words unexpressed
It’s my own silence that I’ve been condemned
Lost to advice, that’s never followed
It’s my decisions that founded my seclusion
Lost to those who really care
Or maybe more to the ones that really don’t
All these people are locked inside
Until the day I free them from my mind
Lost within the darkness
Lost beneath the light
I’ve run out of road to pursue
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
Step out into the sun
Sleep outside beneath the stars
I must burn down this barricade
Before it drowns out all strength
I will succeed and I will get lost
And with any luck, once the two collide
I will blossom in my dream, my dream
Maybe its then when being lost
Will my sense of failure simply just, vanish
poem by Kelly Batson
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Grey Train
This Sunday she'll come
To see me again.
And we will kiss
Then talk about
That and this.
And laugh into each others eyes.
Embrace in lovers sighs.
I'll make her lunch.
I have a hunch
She will be the one.
As I hold her hand in the sun.
And on Monday
She takes the grey train.
And cries as she leaves me again.
Next Sunday she'll come to see me once more.
I'll carry her bags to my door.
And dance her across my floor.
But
My heart now trembles
In cold light of day.
The past now resembles
A romantic play.
It's been a while
Since a smile
When she came to stay.
I'm talking to an empty chair.
She'll grace my rhyme.
And toss her sunshine hair.
But
On Monday
I will watch the grey train.
And cry as she leaves me again.
I kiss her eyes
As I stand in the rain.
So searing
The endless pain.
Disappearing
My love
On grey train.
poem by Kevin East
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Monday Night
I was a bad idea on a Saturday night
Roll through your fingers and I made you uptight
Little boy blue with my laser on stun
Couldn't dodge the bullets from your infra-red gun
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
I was the last thing left on an afternoon round
Dressing up for trouble at the lost and found
Tried to live forever every day of the year
Gave me something before they kicked us out of here
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
Any other time you want me is cool
Everybody look I'm the fool
I can let you in, if you can let me lie
Being your connection, winning your affection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
Oh man I wish I could talk to you
Oh man I wish I wanted to
All I want is to roll through your fingers
All I need is to make it alright
All I want is to be your connection
Win your affection, be your reflection
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
On a Monday Ni-hi-yi-hi-yight
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Laundromat Monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
I want my mother, someone to cook for me
Each day another, take out no msg
Im gonna change the world, but not today
Think Ill just go get drunk down on avenue a
Monday
Laundromat monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
I want a french maid, someone to wash my jeans
Each quarter Ive made is lost in washing machines
Im gonna change the world, I could be president
If I could just work out where all my mondays went
Monday
Laundromat monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
Monday
Laundromat monday
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Monday Papers
I dont want to go out any more
I read the news, I cant believe my eyes
I push the table against the door
You know Ive had it with the world outside
If you want to know about the murderers and junkies
If you want to know about the lower east side
Now they got a map shows you where to get your monkey
You can read it in the monday papers, monday papers
Some people like a little gore
Some people always at the scenes of crimes
Now they can watch the tv more
Now they can get it in the sunday times
If you find it hard to handle what you see on page one
You can pull the funnies out and have some laughs
Take a drink and maybe you can laugh at ronald reagan
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Brothers heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnt print it if it wasnt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to be a star
Ladies - if you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Read all about it, monday papers
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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My Rhyming Days
Free day Friday,
I like to think of Monday,
While I’m waiting for Sunday,
And swimming on Tuesday,
Drifting on Saturday,
Soon it’s Wednesday,
It’s free day Friday,
Homework Saturday,
Wear my glasses on Sunday,
Take them off on Monday,
Hold someone’s hand on Tuesday,
Do I have to marry someone in Wednesday?
And finally I drink a cup of water on Thursday,
Now I feel like frying things on Friday.
Skin of Light
The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night of all these
similar bodies beneath the trembling veil and light of myself it is this night that even the mask of the
sun cannot hide from me I am the seer of night the auditor of silence for silence too is dressed in
sonorous skin and each sense has its own night even as I do I am my own night I am the conceiver
of non-being and of all its splendor I am the father of death she is its mother she whom I evoke
from the perfect mirror of night i am the great inside-out man my words are a tunnel punched
through silence I understand all disillusionment I destroy what I become I kill what I love.
poem by Rene Daumal
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Monday Monday
Bah da bah da da da
Bah da bah da da da
Bah da bah da da da
Monday Monday so good to me
Monday mornin' it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin' Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me
Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday how could you leave and not take me
Every other day every other day
Every other day of the week is fine yeah
But whenever Monday comes but whenever Monday comes
A you can find me cryin' all of the time
Monday Monday so good to me
Monday mornin' it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin' Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me
Every other day every other day
Every other day of the week is fine yeah
But whenever Monday comes but whenever Monday comes
A you can find me cryin' all of the time
Monday Monday can't trust that day
Monday Monday it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Monday won't go away
Monday Monday it's here to stay
Oh Monday Monday
Oh Monday Monday
song performed by by Hear'Say from Popstars
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Monday Monday
Monday, Monday
So good to me.
Monday, Monday
It was all I hoped it would be.
Oh Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening
You would still be here with me.
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day.
Monday, Monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way.
On Monday morning
You gave me no warning
Of what was to be.
On Monday, Monday
How could you leave
And not take me?
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.
Monday, Monday
So good to me.
Monday, Monday
It was all I hoped it would be.
Oh Monday morning,
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening
You would still be here with me.
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.
Monday, Monday,
Can't trust that day.
Monday, Monday,
Just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday, Monday,
Don't go away.
Oh, Monday, Monday
It's here to stay
Monday, Monday
Oh, don't go away
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Dark Becomes Dawn
Dark as pitch - Dawn spreads light
Dark as dead - Dawn expires graves
Dark withers - Dawn freshness wears
Dark un-paths - Dawn re-strides.
Dark dapples gray - Dawn paints days
Dark specters doubt - Dawn assuredness' gate
Dark limitless plain - Dawn corrals night
Dark swifts shadows - Dawn hastens un-obscures.
Dark dissolves pace - Dawn zeniths one's range
Dark devours - Dawn sun rises
Dark bends down relief - Dawn uplifts sight
Dark dismantles - Dawn scatters golden arrows.
Dark de-flames - Dawn matches day
Dark invisibles - Dawn globes light
Dark unfolds dark dreams - Dawn un-sanctions screams
Dark submissively retires - Dawn crimson splendor.
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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Today Is Monday
Today is Monday
What else can I say
Hate it as I may
I still need the pay
Today is Monday
Can't keep my mood at bay
So please stay away
If you don't want to be led astray
Today is Monday
Wish I can call it a day
Nothing I would say
Would make me happy and gay
Today is really Monday
When work cannot be shared
Nothing I can do but stare
Give me more if you dare
So..Monday please go away
I can't bear you to stay
Quickly come Saturday
Time for me to play
poem by Aed Hashim
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Silence Part III
Silence is the only thing I hear
Silence is what I fear
Silence tells me that nothing remains
Silence tells ne that its the end of your game
As silence fills the air
I begin to wish he was there
I wish I didn't let him walk out that door
And I hate that there's nothing I can do anymore
To make him mine again
I love him more than anything but I didn't know it then
And now silence is all that's left
Silence because of an unnecessary bereft
The silence rings in my ears
Because I let go of what I should have kept near
The tears pour out of my eyes
As I lay there in silence - but that's no surprise
She Misses Him On Sunday The Most
(steven dale jones/bobby tomberlin)
They were quite a pair
The way that love should be
They still held hands
For the world to see
Shes thankful that she had him all those years
But she still has days she cant hold back the tears
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories of him there by her side
What shed give for one more sunday drive
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
But she misses him on sunday the most
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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