I don't like mondays

Aprovechando que es lunes contaré la historia sobre esta canción, bastante buena y cuando sabes de lo que hablan es más que sorprendente.

El caso es que el otro dia iba con el coche escuchando la radio, y tenia la m80 puesta, y empezó a sonar esta canción, me pareció bastante curiosa porque por lo que entendí hablaba de matanzas y de una niña a la que no le gustan los lunes. Empecé a investigar gracias a internet y saqué que era una canción de los Boomtown Rats, y su titulo I Don't Like Mondays, algo un poco curioso.

Y en la wikipedia misma podemos encontrar que esta canción fué numero uno en UK en julio de 1979, y parece ser que la canción fue escrita por Bob Geldof cuando leyó en un periódico la noticia que Brenda Ann Spencer, una niña de 16 años, habia disparado desde su casa a un patio de un colegio a dos niños, mató a dos adultos, hirió a ocho niños y a un oficial de policia. Pero lo más curioso (porque esto en américa está a la orden del dia) es que la niña no sentía ningún arrepentimiento y cuando se le preguntó porque lo habia hecho simplemente dijo: "No me gustan los lunes" (I don't like mondays).

Aqui la letra y el video, nada que perderse:

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.