Because I Don't Like Mondays

[izeveryboyin]

No words. Just impossible quiet. A beating sound in the back of my mind, and the low hum of the radio as it plays Jim Morrison. I can't make out the words or the song, and so I give up trying. The phone rings, some evil bastard to taunt me in my quiet. I answer with remorse.
Hello?
Hi, yes, we're calling on behalf of the Christi-.
CLICK.
My life was feeling like shit, my head was pounding, my eyes hurt, I was broke, to top that off... the smell in the house was horrible. The last fucking thing I needed was a goddamn outreach ministry preaching to me about getting into some fucking church. Hell I was even sure I believed in Jesus anymore... let alone the bible. And so the prospects of going to church for me were slim to none. The drip-drip of the rain outside my window played some sort of sad song as the record went off... and I was left to ponder my quietness. A body lay there on the floor, cold, naked and desolate. I'd killed a man... shot him twice in the head. No, he wasn't a robber, he didn't break in, he didn't try to rape me, he wasn't my ex-boyfriend or my father or anyone else I knew. I found him on a street corner... trying to pick up prostitutes. I had no aquaintance, large or small with the guy. I told him I was a prostitute, and had him follow me home. Then I shot the poor bastard. It was Monday, quiet and pointless as every other often was; and so I was bored. I needed something to liven up the day. The last guy, I killed on a Thursday. The problem then was that Thursdays make me violent. Before thatit was Saturday, and you know Saturday is when you get to be naughty. I think next Sunday I'll kill again... make a sacrifice to God, or something. Suppose I'm religious after all.


END.

[Dave The Dov]

The Doors

Peace frog

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me
She came...
Just about the break of day

She came, then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
The river runs down the legs of the city
The women are crying red rivers of weeping

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets of the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me




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[stilltrucking]

Fess up, you killed him because of artistic differences didn't you.
And now you are doing The Cell Block Tango.


Naughty Aphrodite
she doesn't wear a nightie
Gimmee that old time religion

[Diana Moon Glampers]

Actually I kind of like Monday's they break the monotony my long weekends which run from Tuesday to the First Day of the week.

"I shot a man in reno just to watch him die"

"my mama told me always be a good boy never play with guns"

"But I am the only hell my mama ever raised"

"I turned twenty one in prision doing life with out parole"

"I did not shoot the deputy"

Have I already posted to this string using a different sock puppet?

"I don't mind getting old cause the first thing that goes is your mind."

[izeveryboyin]

The story behind this piece was that I'd read this article about this girl who in the 60s had shot up her school, injuring some 8 students and one teacher... or something like that, I forget, it was a while back. Google it. When the media asked her why she did it, she replied to one reporter "I don't like Mondays. This livens the day." It made me write this story two years ago. Hope you all liked it.

--k

[Dave The Dov]

Hey and believe or not the Boomtown Rats wrote a song about it.

The Boomtown Rats

I Don't Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.
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[stilltrucking]

So did the carpenters
Rainy days and thumbdays always gets me down. : Sorry I could not resist the

I haven't read your song lyrics dav, I was just thinking there must be a million songs about mondays. I wonder where the name came from,? Thursday, Woesday, Sun Day Hump day pay day, holiday yesterday................

[stilltrucking]

Hope you all liked it.

yeah I liked it a lot.

Reminds me of a country and western singer named johnny paycheck, (real name irving lipshitz) He shot a guy in a bar in Ohio. When they asked him why? He said cause he asked me if I have ever eaten mock turtle soup. I ain't no got dam hick. Human. behavior is overdetermined they say.

[izeveryboyin]

Actually Dave, the song is where I heard about the story from.

--k

[Dave The Dov]

Rightfully so just wondering about that!!!!
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[izeveryboyin]

yeah, I was doing a lyric search on google and the story popped up and I was tickled pink at the very idea that this song was based off omething that happened in real life. Except for the almost fatally injured teachers, I'd say she had a very innovative and thrilling way of passing the time.

--k