Somedays - Neneh Cherry

Wake up without a blink

To an even pace where nothing moves

Except the pressure from a funky saturday

Dropping like bricks on my head

Or over the milkyway

Starlit electric beams had only just touched me

I must have dreamt myself astray

The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day

Somedays are better than somedays

Good Sundays are better than somedays

Today I’d even take a bad Monday

Cause this Sunday’s a pure pressure inside of me

Danced till my feet were blue

To erase the thoughts I just remember you

Tears lost in the turn of the years

Return on days like this

Kissing in the sunrays

I knew that it was Sunday

Cause my memory’s like blueprint in my head

Somedays are better than somedays

Good Sundays are better than somedays

Today I’d even take a bad Monday

Cause this Sunday’s a pure pressure inside of me

(and the little rap says)

Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon

And a pancake with some maple syrup

Cause it is Sunday

(God knows what the dogs are saying)

We made it thru… maybe