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This is a song I wrote about 4 years ago and only now have managed to get it recorded roughly the way I envisaged. Its basically about a time I was living in Brisbane, Australia. I was doing the whole backpacker thing and spent about 4/5 weeks looking for work before I got anything. I was basically sitting on my ass totally strapped for cash waiting for phone calls. It was at this time that I wrote this song. It kinda sums up the way I was feeling. The title ‘Whatday’ relates to me being unable to tell straight off what day it was. When the whole Monday to Friday disappears everyday is the same. There is no weekend or week. Just Days that aren't defined anymore. Not a Monday or a Tuesday. Just ‘Whatdays’.
To tell you the truth I am sick of this song and have played it a lot. Maybe played the life out of it this stage. I’m going to let it lie for quite a while before revisiting this and critique (if any ;) will be absorbed and taken into account then. Thanks for visiting this song and commenting if you do. Cheers!
Gav
To tell you the truth I am sick of this song and have played it a lot. Maybe played the life out of it this stage. I’m going to let it lie for quite a while before revisiting this and critique (if any ;) will be absorbed and taken into account then. Thanks for visiting this song and commenting if you do. Cheers!
Gav
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Lyrics
Its Monday
Or Tuesday,
Does it matter,
If its Whatday,
Well I have no reason,
For watching TV,
Waistin' time,
And forget what I see
CHORUS
On Saturday I drink and forget that I don’t do anything,
But try my best to lie on
Well I can declare,
From hundreds of hours,
That sweet aint as sweet,
Without the sour,
Wednesday or Thursday,
Make it my day,
Passing time,
Oh why not its Whatday.
Repeat Chorus
Or Tuesday,
Does it matter,
If its Whatday,
Well I have no reason,
For watching TV,
Waistin' time,
And forget what I see
CHORUS
On Saturday I drink and forget that I don’t do anything,
But try my best to lie on
Well I can declare,
From hundreds of hours,
That sweet aint as sweet,
Without the sour,
Wednesday or Thursday,
Make it my day,
Passing time,
Oh why not its Whatday.
Repeat Chorus












































Macaudion
Now that just made me feel, GOOD! Nice dilevery of a very clever arrangment of thought. What a great presentation of a cool sound! Dign' it!
Thanks for sharing, Gav. Macca