Wednesday Warzone Blues

Dragged yourself through Monday and stumbled across Tuesday, only to realise the week is still swinging? “Wednesday Warzone Blues” is a track about the midweek fight to stay on your feet. Slow, guitar driven blues, smoky bends, and a worn out voice telling the story of a worker who feels every tick of the clock like another punch he did not choose.

This is the third song in the From Monday Misery to Sunday Sighs series, a set of blues tracks for every day of the week. In this round, the workweek is a bruised boxer with a black eye, still in the ring, still swinging through the workday like a boxer about to lose.

The music is low distraction and loop friendly. It is built around expressive lead guitar, laid back drums and bass, so it works as background while you answer emails, grade papers, code, study, read, or stare at the clock and wonder how it is only Wednesday.

Series and playlists
➡️    • From Monday Misery to Sunday Sighs  
➡️    • Monday Morning Misery Blues  
➡️    • Tuesday Tightrope Blues  

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Lyrics – Wednesday Warzone Blues

Chorus
Got these Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday warzone blues,
Every tick of that clock is another round I did not choose.
I am swingin’ through the workday like a boxer about to lose,
Tryin’ to stay on my feet in these Wednesday warzone blues.

Verse 1
Monday cut me open, Tuesday filled me up with doubt,
By the time that Wednesday hit, my strength was tappin’ out.
Fluorescent lights above me buzz like worn out battle drums,
Boss drops emails like grenades, then acts surprised when no one comes.
My keyboard is a rifle jammed with things I cannot say,
I am dodgin’ petty crossfire in the inbox all day.
Every meeting’s like a trench where all the daylight goes to die,
While my soul is waving white flags no one even sees held high.

Chorus
Got these Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday warzone blues,
Every tick of that clock is another round I did not choose.
I am swingin’ through the workday like a boxer about to lose,
Tryin’ to stay on my feet in these Wednesday warzone blues.

Verse 2
That old wall clock is a sniper, pickin’ off my hope real slow,
Minute by little minute, like it loves to watch me go.
Coworkers march in circles, same complaints on repeat,
Like soldiers stuck in training, never leavin’ this concrete.
My coffee is a helmet full of lukewarm camouflage,
Cannot block the friendly fire of “Got a second” sabotage.
Lunch break is a ceasefire that ends before I sit,
Then it is back into the foxhole with my smile as counterfeit.

Chorus
Got these Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday warzone blues,
Every tick of that clock is another round I did not choose.
I am swingin’ through the workday like a boxer about to lose,
Tryin’ to stay on my feet in these Wednesday warzone blues.

Bridge
But out there in the distance, I see Thursday like a ridge,
And Friday is a flag just past the far side of the bridge.
So I let this old guitar cry like a wounded friend of mine,
Every note a little flare I am shootin’ at the sky.

Chorus
Got these Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday warzone blues,
Every tick of that clock is another round I did not choose.
I am holdin’ on to Friday like a soldier to his shoes,
Til that whistle finally blows, I will sing these Wednesday warzone blues.