Monday Mourning

Bob Sweet wrote and recorded the music and used one of my poems for the vocals. In this version I have replaced Bobs vocals. No keyboards were used, it is all guitars. Recorded in 1988.




As the dust clears from the storm
I look around to see it's early morning.
The battle fierce the bodies strewn,
the carnage replaced by gloom floods my room
as I wake up to another monday mourning.

My poor car rattles a complaint. I'm faded as the paint
and like my life it don't go nowhere fast.
I need a door into the past.

And I wake up to another...

We descend onto the field like a fury they can only yield.
A victory bought with many lives,
with rakes and hoes and stones and knifes.
As I notice with a distant bell
That it's SIX:O FIVE in a place called hell.

My poor car rattles a complaint. I'm faded as the paint
and like my life it don't go nowhere fast.
Give me a door into the past.

The victory feast lasted for days.
I look for Elinore, the minstrel plays.

And I wake up to another Monday mourning.

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