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What's a sadder day than Saturday?
the day when we go back to work
Monday is a sadder day than Saturday
the day when we are prone to having bad road rage
passing on the freeway in the breakdown lane
it feels really good to lose control sometimes
ride the clutch and rev the gas and flash the lights
tailing tight and giving kids the frights
I don't understand I don't understand I don't understand...
Have you ever heard of Sunday funday?
the day we spend with family
and we tell the ticket master take me away
today I want to see the country
then again during all this fun and recreation
we still have a feeling that is sublimin-
ally nagging at us that it's gonna end
and Monday is almost here again
I don't understand I don't understand I don't understand...
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Maybe she's just messing with my head
maybe she's just playing hard to get
maybe I'm just not her kind of guy
maybe she just loves to see me cry
Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree
maybe we just ain't got chemistry
maybe I'm a wreck when I'm with her
maybe she wants her man to not have nerves
Maybe she just needs a little time
maybe she's got too much on her mind
I'm sure she'll come around and call me though
or maybe maybe maybe she just won't
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Liberated Person Again
02:23
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The nights are getting longer
counting down the
days until November
Sarasota bound
Hardly see my daughter anymore
what does she not
wanna see me for?
My grandkids think I'm the damn old sally from next door
who gives them candy and
sits on her porch
The ladies tell me it'll be better in
a year or so when
menopause ends
Then hallelu I'm a liberated woman again
hallelu I'm a mountain lion on a mountain
hallelu I'm a liberated woman again
hallelu hallelujah hallelujah amen
Back in Sarasota people care who I am
they want to know ya
and become your friend
But up in Jersey the only friends I have made
I gave them money
just so they stayed
I don't think Jersey's ever gonna see me again
Oh she'll be sorry
finally when
Three days a week I'm getting my fingernails filed
and running through the
waves like a child
Then hallelu I'm a liberated woman again
hallelu I'm a mountain lion on a mountain
hallelu I'm a liberated woman again
hallelu hallelujah hallelujah amen
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Gonna Be
01:43
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I stroll around the gallery
like I'm something to see
my paisley shirt and tan capris
don't mess around with me
I take tea at the posh cafe
and bitch about the scones
and rant about acrylic paints
to the kid who hangs the coats
When I was younger they'd say about me
gonna be somebody gonna be somebody
Remember my name remember me please
gonna be somebody gonna be somebody
I partake in the punk-rock show
and loiter at the back
and as the kids are getting the most
peppy I relax
I yawn and pull out of my ass
a copy of Ulysses
and grab a chair and take a seat
and I pretend to read
When I was younger they'd say about me
gonna be somebody gonna be somebody
remember my name remember me please
gonna be somebody gonna be somebody...
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The first time that it came to me
I was twenty three
it woke me up
and hung above
me like a cloud
I had played a show that night
with shaky hands
and i threw up
cursed my brother
gave up music
took a walk
The second time I saw its light
I was twenty-five
it woke me up
from a dream
of my friend Molly
who had died
It all was hitting me tonight
the passage of time
my health decline
the endless drive
the colder weather
the names of doctors
cloudy skies
my aching hunger
then a dream
as clear as day
and Molly saying it's okay
The next time I saw it again
I was twenty seven
it woke me up
I had been praying
for a sign
It just seemed absurd to me
grown ups crying like babies
breathing through a straw
scattered you in the lake
and I mowed your lawn
took a walk with my mom
cried alone on the dock
keeping watch for your ghost
and expecting a sign
or whatever you like
saying everything's fine
saying everything's fine
tell me everything's fine
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