Blues rock all about trying to get to work. Garry 'The Blaze' Secretan on lead.
John Kerslake. Singer, songwriter from Sunshine Coast. Always been aware of the magical qualities of music and try to create the same.
It's just me at the moment. I've been writing and performing my own music for about twenty years now with increasing intensity. Sometimes I get lost in the cause in my lyrics, wishing I could get the message of love and peace across. Sometimes I just have fun with my songs. Sometimes I write and sing about the sadness we can experience but I always like to think there's a positive side to all in the end. I also like the attraction of fantasy and have written songs about Faeries, mermaids and even a sorcerer. I can immerse in fantasy but embed messages on life in there. Makes it fun to listen to as well.
Story behind the song
A true story, a few years ago on a Monday morning, everything that could go wrong went wrong trying to get to work. End result, take a holiday John and baby, get me a beer.. please...Garry "The Blaze" Secretan on lead.
Lyrics
I get out of bed, I open my eyes
Look at the clock, ah what a surprise
It's eight thirty-one, going eight thirty-two
I'm late for work - I got the Monday Blues
They keep me working, working,
when I'd rather play my guitar
and dream sweet dreams of places, afar
I wash my face, I comb my hair
Look for a shirt, for something to wear
I found my sox, but where's my shoes
I'm late for work - I got the Monday blues
They keep me working, working,
when I'd rather play my guitar
and dream sweet dreams of places, afar
Get into the car, the battery's flat
Come on kids, you can do better than that
Just give me a push, your Daddy's late
Oh no! Who forgot to open the gate
They keep me working, working,
when I'd rather play my guitar
and dream sweet dreams of places, afar
It's nine-o-five, still sitting here
Think I'm coming down with something
Think I need a beer
Hey Hon will you phone, tell them I won't be in
John's a bit crook, he's got that Monday thing..
They keep me working, working,
when I'd rather play my guitar
and dream sweet dreams of places, afar
