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| − | [[Category:Sara johnsen ( | + | [[Category:Sara johnsen (san francisco)]] |
| + | [[Media:Weekends.mp3|when the week ends]] | ||
== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
| − | <pre>staying late at work | + | <pre>staying late at work on a friday night |
| − | on a friday night | + | eat a banana for dinner |
| − | eat a banana | + | call it a day. surf the internet |
| − | for dinner | + | until you fall asleep at your desk |
| − | call it a day | ||
| − | surf the internet | ||
| − | until you fall asleep | ||
| − | at your desk | ||
| − | listen in headphones | + | listen in headphones to the happy mix you made |
| − | to the happy mix you made | + | read about the things you used to do |
| − | read about the things | + | on the internet. you used to be so cool |
| − | you used to do | + | how did it turn out that now you're |
| − | on the internet | ||
| − | you used to be so cool | ||
| − | how did it turn out | ||
| − | that now you're | ||
| − | working late again | + | working late again on friday of all nights? |
| − | on friday of all nights | + | you take a break to think about |
| − | you take a break to think | + | all the things you'd say if saturday |
| − | + | were the last day ever | |
| − | if saturday | ||
| − | were the last day | ||
| − | ever | ||
| − | drinking | + | drinking diet coke and thinking about |
| − | and thinking about | + | going home and changing the strings |
| − | going home and | ||
| − | changing the strings | ||
on the acoustic guitar | on the acoustic guitar | ||
but not doing it | but not doing it | ||
| − | you'd only play | + | you'd only play the only chords you know |
| − | the only chords you know | + | in various successions with varying degrees |
| − | in various successions | + | of success. you don't care |
| − | with varying degrees | + | you've given up on love songs for now |
| − | of success | ||
| − | you don't care | ||
| − | you've given up on | ||
| − | love songs for now | ||
| − | you could go out | + | you could go out, paint the town red |
| − | paint the town red | + | you would dress to kill and stop their hearts dead |
| − | you would dress to kill | ||
| − | and stop their hearts dead | ||
but you could really get something done | but you could really get something done | ||
since you're the only one still there | since you're the only one still there | ||
| − | sometimes it's easier | + | sometimes it's easier to work through it |
| − | to work through it | ||
to forget about it | to forget about it | ||
| + | and after a while you don't even notice when the week ends | ||
| − | and | + | at home the kitchen table has been painted red |
| − | + | and the walls are hung with waiting paper | |
| + | but if you have the time you just mine old lyrics | ||
| + | you've got nothing new to say | ||
| − | + | when you get bored you write some email | |
| − | + | to people you don't really know anymore | |
| − | and | + | and ask them how's life? how's grad school? |
| − | + | do you ever hear from, oh dear, what's his name? | |
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| − | you' | ||
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| − | + | oh you could go out and paint the town red | |
| − | + | your smile would slay a thousand happy men | |
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| − | oh you could go out | ||
| − | and paint the town red | ||
| − | your smile would slay | ||
| − | a thousand happy men | ||
but you could really get something done | but you could really get something done | ||
uninterrupted by anyone | uninterrupted by anyone | ||
| − | sometimes it's easier | + | sometimes it's easier to work through it |
| − | to work through it | + | to forget all about it |
| − | to forget about it | + | and after a while you don't even notice when the week ends |
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| − | and after a while you don't even notice | ||
| − | when the week ends | ||
| − | sometimes it's the easiest thing to do | + | sometimes it's the easiest thing to do and i should know |
| − | and i should know | + | i'm working so hard to forget about you, too</pre> |
| − | i'm working so hard | ||
| − | to forget about you, too</pre> | ||
== Music == | == Music == | ||
===Chords=== | ===Chords=== | ||
| + | (all with capo on third fret) | ||
| + | |||
| + | ====verse:==== | ||
| + | G C G C<br> | ||
| + | Am Em Am D<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | ====prechorus==== | ||
| + | Am Em Am Em<br> | ||
| + | C D C D<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | ====chorus==== | ||
| + | Em Em D<br> | ||
| + | Em Em D (hangs out while building (in my head at least))<br> | ||
| + | G D C D<br> | ||
| + | G D C D<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | ====outro==== | ||
| + | G | ||
===Structure=== | ===Structure=== | ||
| + | good lord. | ||
| + | verse x 5 | ||
| + | prechorus | ||
| + | chorus | ||
| + | |||
| + | verse x 2 | ||
| + | prechorus | ||
| + | chorus | ||
| + | |||
| + | outro | ||
== Author's Notes == | == Author's Notes == | ||
Latest revision as of 08:52, 6 October 2007
Contents
Lyrics
staying late at work on a friday night eat a banana for dinner call it a day. surf the internet until you fall asleep at your desk listen in headphones to the happy mix you made read about the things you used to do on the internet. you used to be so cool how did it turn out that now you're working late again on friday of all nights? you take a break to think about all the things you'd say if saturday were the last day ever drinking diet coke and thinking about going home and changing the strings on the acoustic guitar but not doing it you'd only play the only chords you know in various successions with varying degrees of success. you don't care you've given up on love songs for now you could go out, paint the town red you would dress to kill and stop their hearts dead but you could really get something done since you're the only one still there sometimes it's easier to work through it to forget about it and after a while you don't even notice when the week ends at home the kitchen table has been painted red and the walls are hung with waiting paper but if you have the time you just mine old lyrics you've got nothing new to say when you get bored you write some email to people you don't really know anymore and ask them how's life? how's grad school? do you ever hear from, oh dear, what's his name? oh you could go out and paint the town red your smile would slay a thousand happy men but you could really get something done uninterrupted by anyone sometimes it's easier to work through it to forget all about it and after a while you don't even notice when the week ends sometimes it's the easiest thing to do and i should know i'm working so hard to forget about you, too
Music
Chords
(all with capo on third fret)
verse:
G C G C
Am Em Am D
prechorus
Am Em Am Em
C D C D
chorus
Em Em D
Em Em D (hangs out while building (in my head at least))
G D C D
G D C D
outro
G
Structure
good lord.
verse x 5 prechorus chorus verse x 2 prechorus chorus outro
Author's Notes
good lord. i guess i meant this to be funny but on the whole it's rather sad instead. however, we have a capo! hurrah! this means i don't know what the chords are though.