Moonday...

Holidays are over.

Just another manic Monday.

Monday.

Moonday.

Blue Monday.

Blue Moon Day?

Is there a blue moon in twenty-sixteen?

Pluto, where are you now?

Don't miss Jupiter, Nicholas.

See you on Aldebaran, Jan.

Moon, Mercury and Aldebaran on April 9th.

Is that what they call a constellation?

What a strange constellation that is.

Improv, definitely improv.

The challenge was to integrate script and improv, so the improv drives the script and the script illuminates the improve [sic! improv].

A script for a jester's tear?

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts

One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride

Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play

Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts

I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts

Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over

The game is over…

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts

I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts

The game is over, over, over, over…

Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride

I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts

The game is over…

Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play

The game is over…

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile

To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs

An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream

A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow

Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection

And examine the shadows on the other side of morning

And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning

Promised wedding now a wake

Promised wedding now awake, awake, awake…

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry

Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?

As you grow up and leave the playground

Where you kissed your prince and found your frog

Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown

In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song

Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game

But the game is over

Can you still say you love me? Can you still say you love me?

Can you still say that you love me?

Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love? Do you love me? Do you love me?

The Jester's tear

Can you still say you love me? Can you still say you love me?

Can you still say that you love me? The Jester's tear, the Jester's tear

Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?

Marillion - Script For A Jester's Tear

Fish, definitely early Fish…

The early fish gets the worm…

Monday, what are you doing to me?