Pour Miss Mundane took the cue from Macca's Just Another Day, but was pieced together from memories of my sister's rush hour mornings; a single woman's love-hate tussle with the notion of independence - emotional or otherwise. It is also inspired by weekday morning peak hour train rides, a scene I like to observe, where everyone is in a state of stasis as they stand inside the carriage waiting for the train to tunnel through to their destination and carry them to their daily realities. Nobody thinks about the route of the tunnel, only where they will get off. Nobody speaks and no one can really hear one another anyway in the din of locomotion. I imagined the protagonist in the carriage plugging in earbuds and playing the song, and suddenly she gets teleported away into a fantasy world somewhat like in Bjork's It's Oh So Quiet video.
lyrics
Oh what a day
Morning engines look to a cold start ahead
Pour in coffee and feel the gears start to drag
No not today
Pick some other time to rain
But then again
Don't I always wake on the wrong side of bed
Cos the right side is the side that is left
After Mr. Right comes to take his place
Till that day
Moving on means nothing but rush hour trains
Dressed up to the nines to arrive shy of ten
Dread as I may
I'm resigned to braving this lame masquerade
unescorted, that being said
Don't we all believe that all that it takes
Is for someone to take it all away
Save my day salvage my undoing
Oh what a day classic in the making
Poor Miss Mundane life's gone against her favour
Strangely of late funny how fate conspires (here)