It was a night (ok, a Music Monday) like this, (not) forty million years ago…
Well, it should!
What, you prefer Throwback Thursday in the USA?
You are to me, all that Music Monday should be, and I dedicate this day, to you always.
Music Monday, can you hear me calling out your name? You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say.
That slogan, my friend, advertised a toy.
I kid you not.
Look around, leaves are brown, there’s a patch of snow on the ground.
It’s Monday, and that didn’t sound at all depressing.