song

Till Monday

by j on July 4, 2011 · 0 comments

in my music and performances

Katelin, Matt, and I took turns writing lines for this one.

It’s four o’clock on Friday afternoon
I’ve got nowhere to go, nothing to do
I guess I’ll wander back to my ol’ place
And feel the bright sun shining down on my face

You, gloomy cloud, despair, I’m glad you’re gone
Cause all I need’s’an hour in the sun
Strum an old folk song and feel the breeze
The work week’s done and I’m again at ease

Chorus
I’ll sit and sing my workweek woes away
I’ll be a different man until Monday
I’m me again, for now, alive and free!
To dream of my name up on that marquis

Trapped at this desk my mind is slowing down
My butt’s in the chair, my head’s outta town
I’m wishing for a life out on the road
Gotta leave soon ‘cause my time is borrowed

You up and left some time ago, I’ve tried
To make my case, but my dreams were denied
You come and go just like the wind blows
And I’m stuck here with tattered, worn-out prose.

Chorus

 

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we sat on
the sofa
a laugh and
a smoke
we stood in
the kitchen
and listened
to what

she was workin on
she was workin on
practicin her horn
she was workin on

the next piece
her lessons
her songs
her sound

it was in her bones
it was in her bones
it was in her bones
it was in her bones

her music
her laughter
her anger
her tone
her mischief
her cancer
her wonder
her own

she had to go home
she had to go home
she had to go home
she had to go home

to her father
so tender
her mother
so strong
she fought it
and fought it
it twisted
her arm

when finally
no remission
was given
permission
was given
to give in
to give in
to give in
and taken
with mercy

awaken
now Kristin
and straighten
your fingers
on your horn
and blow

on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow

 

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