In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
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.
[Chorus]
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 a blueprint in my head.
[Chorus]
(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 through... maybe.
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.
[Chorus]
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 a blueprint in my head.
[Chorus]
(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 through... maybe.
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Somedays Lyrics as written by Geoffrey Paul Barrow Bill Withers
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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