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Tumbling Monday

from City Lights by Padraig O'Connor

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This is another song about a short love affair, from Monday to Wednesday, and back again. It was written in Autumn, otherwise known as Fall, features some Halloweening, and is largely about falling in various ways, down drunk, up the stairs, asleep, awake, mad, sane, back into your childhood, and out of the wrong side of the bed into adulthood as the leaves twirl down from the trees at that time of year, and end up all yellowy browny on the ground, but above all it's about falling in and out of love. When I first wrote it, around the age of 22, I imagined it like a street, a place to hang out, a corner of the week. Make of that what you will. Video coming soon!

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Oh Tumbling Monday, thunderball, catch the sunny sounds in the air with your hands

Well Tuesday was rich, fell in the ditch, falling all the time, always saying oh no

Please pick me up, Sue, I know you do, but this time I really need you, oh yes I do

I know I’m not James Dean, Casanova, staring at my shoes, lowly cigarette, well...

Oh no, oh no... how low can you go?


I told you with my eyes, you agreed, still we didn’t say anything, you didn’t say

That you had another doting on you, guess I should have seen, but your look was clean

Oh Wednesday seemed endless, but that’s where it ended, coming home late, can’t get to sleep.

I believe anything you put in front of me, look around, maybe there’s a catch it’s trick or treat, well...


Oh no, oh no... how low can you go?

There must be a hope for us all, for us all...


Where did I go wrong the poet says, you fool stumbling, mumbling, where’s the poetry?

The grace in her movements, caressing your eyes, there’s your first mistake, clumsy one reflecting that style...

Oh no, oh no...


Oh nursery rhymes and lullabies, falling for warm eyes, no surprise then

Just out of the playpen and back again, wake up sleepy head, time is quarter to ten.

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from City Lights, released November 21, 2018
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Padraig O'Connor Madrid, Spain

Padraig O'Connor is an Irish singer-songwriter based in Madrid, Spain.

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