Mr. Monday [Song]

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MR. MONDAY
By Kobo Town

Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well.

[Monday-Monday, Monday-Monday
Monday-Monday, Monday-Monday.]

Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Beating them with a spoon and he prancing to the sound
[Every Monday he comes around]
Some say he's mad, some say he’s just a clown
[Every Monday he comes around]

It was not so from the start
Hurt in the head or the heart
No one could say
One day he just fell apart
And loss followed upon loss
Wife and child added to the cost that he would bear
No one would share his cross.

Mr. Monday has something to say
[Mister Monday] Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
[Mister Monday] So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
[Mister Monday] All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well. [Mister Monday]

[Monday-Monday, Monday-Monday
Monday-Monday, Monday-Monday.]

The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan
The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan [Monday-Monday]
When his fortunes fell, the bank turned him out to roam
[The man only wanted a home]
He prayed for bread but instead he got a stone.
[The man only wanted a home.]

The following years were unkind
They tore and chipped at his mind
Until the day when he was locked away
And no one came out to meet
Him on the day of his release into the street
And the glare of day.

Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day.

[Mister Monday, Mister Monday]
[Mister Monday, Mister Monday]
[Mister Monday]

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................

A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Kobo Town.

A new week, a new Monday and hopefully a lifting of our spirits if not of the actual loads under which many of us labour. Nobody knows the trouble that Mr. Monday has seen. Hopefully this week you can depend on at least one person to give you the time of day and hopefully someone like Mister Monday will find in you the encouragement that he or she needs to go on.

"Mr. Monday has something to say."

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare