Cancion no me gustan los lunes

Días de lluvia y lunes

«I Don’t Like Mondays» es una canción del grupo irlandés de new wave Boomtown Rats sobre el tiroteo de 1979 en la escuela primaria Cleveland de San Diego. Se publicó en 1979 como single principal de su tercer álbum, The Fine Art of Surfacing. La canción fue número uno en la lista de singles del Reino Unido durante cuatro semanas en el verano de 1979,[3] y se sitúa como el sexto mayor éxito del Reino Unido en 1979[4]. Escrita por Bob Geldof y Johnnie Fingers, la balada de piano[5] fue el segundo sencillo de la banda en alcanzar el número uno en la lista del Reino Unido.

Según Geldof, escribió la canción después de leer un informe por télex[6] en la emisora de radio del campus de la Universidad Estatal de Georgia, WRAS, sobre el tiroteo de Brenda Ann Spencer, de 16 años, que disparó a los niños en el patio de la escuela primaria Grover Cleveland de San Diego, California, el 29 de enero de 1979, matando a dos adultos e hiriendo a ocho niños y a un agente de policía. Spencer no mostró ningún remordimiento por su crimen; su explicación para sus acciones fue «No me gustan los lunes. Esto me anima el día».[7] Steve Jobs se puso en contacto con Geldof para que diera un concierto para Apple, lo que inspiró la frase inicial sobre un «chip de silicio»[6] La canción se estrenó menos de un mes después.

Dave

We all subscribe to that statement. And even more so if we really get to the background of ‘I don’t like mondays’. We hear more and more news of massacres -almost always in the United States- whose protagonists are theoretically normal teenagers who one fine day cross the border of everyday life to achieve bloody prominence.

In any case, there have been plenty of topics dedicated to the hardest day of the week, although I have heard of people who also think that Mondays open a great possibility of starting something new, a hope. I must admit that I don’t know anyone of that opinion.

Just off the top of my head, I remember The Bangles and their eighties composition ‘Maniac Monday’ or The Mamas & The Papas with ‘Monday Monday Monday’, in the seventies. Without forgetting ‘Lunes por la madrugada’, by Abuelos de la Nada, or ‘Lunes otra vez’, by Sui Generis.

They all share the same theory. Monday is always a reason for sorrow, because it reminds you that you have a hard week ahead of you. Time has played us again in its circular terror, the eternal return to the hated day of the early morning. It’s hard to escape from that routine.

The fine art of surfacing

I Don’t Like Mondays may be the catchiest killer ballad of all time. With baroque piano embellishments and a question-and-answer style chorus, the song is a worm that makes you feel a little guilty for singing along. After all, it is echoing the words of a murderess.

Thirty police officers and twenty SWAT team agents surrounded her home. One policeman was shot and seriously wounded. After six and a half hours of negotiations, Spencer finally came out of the house and put down his gun.

Since the days of the Founding Fathers and since they added the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, guns have developed at a pace that leaves me dizzy. The guns have changed but the laws have not.

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Pete briquette

The first day of the work week is for many literally a living hell, headquartered in that pandemonium that is subway mass transit, with its stench of masses swirling in the cars or on the surface where motorists spend more time stopped than moving, while the air is filled with toxic fumes, courtesy of the merciless mofles of buses and trucks.

In that demonic chaos there seems to be no room for manners, courtesy and, much less, good manners. This evil is always in a hurry, fights for its vital space and never recognizes that the other also exists.

This daily via crucis of the city-dweller can turn into a real day of rage for those who do not know how to be inclusive and, above all, possess that gift of the wise that is patience; in addition to assimilating that the street is not necessarily a jungle and the people one encounters are not predators in full hunting season.

The collective neurosis of Mondays can also derive into psychosis and turn anyone -regardless of creed, social stratum, ethnicity, gender or even age- from a misanthrope or social misunderstood into a serial killer.