Monday
ALO Lyrics


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Go back to sleep and dream
Tip down your pink sombrero
Today was a time machine
That's broken down in tomorrow

And I know
By the sound
Of the rain
As it falls on the ground
That this love
Is a shelter with holes
If we stay here too long
We'll be drenched to the bones

Go back to sleep and dream
Cling to the ones that you love
Hide them in your memories
So you'll remember exactly what was

When you wake
To the sound
Of the rain
As it falls on the ground
And you'll know
It's a shelter with holes
If we stay here too long
We'll be drenched to the bones

Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become of my someday
Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become of my someday
Someday, someday, someday, maybe I'll stop looking back on
Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become…

Go back to sleep and dream
Tip down your pink sombrero
This van is a time machine
That's broken down in tomorrow

We get lost
On the way
By the things
That we do and we say
Things we don't even mean
But we say anyways
And pretend to believe

Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become of my someday
Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become of my someday




Someday, someday, someday, maybe I'll stop looking back on
Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become…

Overall Meaning

The ALO song "Monday" opens with a sleepy invitation to return to a dreamlike state. The imagery of the pink sombrero and broken time machine set the tone for a song that seems to caution us against being too caught up in the past or future, at the expense of the present moment. The lyrics center around the idea that love and memories serve as a kind of shelter, but even the most stable of shelters can have holes. Rain is used as a metaphor for the unpredictable and often harsh nature of love and relationships.


The chorus of "Monday" is a repetition of the word "Monday" followed by the phrase "see what's become of my someday." Here, "Monday" seems to stand in for the mundane routine of everyday life, in contrast to the "someday" that we often dream of, but may never reach. The repetition of the word emphasizes the idea that time keeps moving forward, and we must be mindful of not getting stuck in a cycle of nostalgia or regret.


Overall, "Monday" speaks to the idea that life is both beautiful and messy, and that we must confront the challenges presented by time and relationships in order to fully appreciate the present moment.


Line by Line Meaning

Go back to sleep and dream
Retreat into your subconscious and escape reality


Tip down your pink sombrero
Put on a guise and pretend everything's fine


Today was a time machine
The present is a vehicle that transports us through time


That's broken down in tomorrow
But our future is uncertain and unpredictable


And I know
I have the understanding


By the sound
From the noise


Of the rain
Created by precipitation


As it falls on the ground
As it descends to the earth's surface


That this love
This relationship


Is a shelter with holes
Offers protection, but has flaws or is incomplete


If we stay here too long
If we stay in this flawed relationship


We'll be drenched to the bones
We'll suffer the consequences of its flaws


Cling to the ones that you love
Hold onto the people who matter most


Hide them in your memories
Enshrine them in your recollections


So you'll remember exactly what was
So you won't forget what mattered most


When you wake
When you awaken from your dream


To the sound
You hear the noise


Of the rain
Of the precipitation


And you'll know
You'll understand


It's a shelter with holes
Your relationship is damaged or flawed


If we stay here too long
If you don't end it when you should


We'll be drenched to the bones
You'll suffer the consequences of the relationship's flaws


Monday, Monday, Monday, see what's become of my someday
Monday represents reality that you've been avoiding, and the future that you imagined can never become your reality


Someday, someday, someday, maybe I'll stop looking back on
One day I'll move on and stop reminiscing


We get lost
We become disoriented


On the way
In the course of our lives


By the things
Because of our actions


That we do and we say
The words we speak and actions we take


Things we don't even mean
Actions that don't align with our true intentions


But we say anyways
We speak them anyway


And pretend to believe
We try to convince ourselves it's true




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