13 The Wednesday Boys 7:09 Explict – swears Album Track Eight
13 The Wednesday Boys 7:09 Explict – swears Album Track Eight

Genre: Americana / R&B / Blue-eyed Soul / AAA/ Van Morrison-esque

Music & Lyrics Rich Krueger (RockinK Music®)
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The Wednesday Boys

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.
-A Fortune Telling Song

I was born a **** in a Brooklyn.. NYC hospital on January 27, 1960, a Wednesday. It rained the next few days.

Cut it loose. Cut it loose.
For Christ’s sake, dig it out and cut it loose,
The rueful treasure in your chest, the buried child that’s of no use.
The bitter gilded stupid sorrow so staunchly unsurrendered
From that hollow part that once held a heart.
Tune it out. Tune it out.
Turn it off. No one is even listening.
Even to a kind, kind friend, it only sounds like pissing.
You've been betrayed again and again by a restive, unforgiving brain,
And by those songs that always seem to make it fucking rain.
I ain't going down this time.
You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine.
I've no more room for shadows.
I’ve no more time for that kind of noise.
Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys.
Look again. Look again into that mirror.
Cross yourself down and count to ten.
The stranger in that unkind glass ain’t never been no real good friend.
Although you both could stand a real good talking to.
Would he listen this time?
Ask yourself, would you?
So cut it out. Cut it out.
Come no nearer, not even for that one last look.
Step of the shadows. Lift the chin up off the hook.
Leave behind the songs that always make it rain,
And all those holes where you earth your poisoned honeyed pain.
I’m ain't going down this time.
You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine.
I've no more room for shadows.
I’ve no more time for this kind of noise.
Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys.

-May 2007

rich krueger - acoustic guitars, vocals
vence edmonds – drums
bill kavanagh – bass
issac lyons - hammond b3
alan burroughs - electric rhythm and lead guitar simbryt dortch, alan burroughs & michael scott - heavenly choir
skinny williams – tenor saxophone
oliver steck – piano
paul kotheimer –triangle dave bernat –conga