It was just the saddest thing I’d heard.
\nBlue Monday’s sun was eaten by a bird.
\nIt took off to the moon.
\nThat light was gone too soon.
\nAnd now the dark’s just waiting for the word.
\nMore bad news came the next day as I feared.
\nRuby Tuesday up and disappeared.
\nHer dreams had all gone wrong.
\nShe strangled in the song.
\nAnd then the restaurant: now that was weird.<\/p>\n
Now there’s a weakness in the middle of the week,
\na wrongness that wrecks words and makes it hard to speak.
\nAnd then the weekend comes, a three-day weirdness tweak.
\nBut then it starts again, the bird with sun in beak.<\/p>\n
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/oy couldn’t find a Wednesday connect except morning comin down \/\/\/ if you can throw in WThF verses, then the last 4 lines could be chorus in this spot and at the end . \/\/\/\/\/\/ . we could have false names for writing credits, like Jah&Pa .
\nStay tuned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"