Track 1 of the album Parade for the Ordinary Tuesday · 2024
Parade for the Ordinary Tuesday
“Strike up the band for a Tuesday afternoon with no birthday and no feast. The most gloriously pointless parade we've ever marched in.”
operatic pop · operatic pop · gospel groove · 3:43
Lyrics
Strike up the band for a Tuesday afternoon Nobody's birthday, nobody's feast Yet the lamp posts are leaning in to hear the tune And the traffic keeps a beat, at least Here they come, here they come Umbrellas, bicycles, a single drum Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Raise a flag for the washing on the line Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Every little hour is a bell that rings divine March it down the high street, march it past the bakery Sing it to the postman and the cat Parade for the ordinary Tuesday There is wonder in the plain, and that is that The crossing guard conducts with a bright lollipop sign The pigeons fall in line, left and right A tuba in a doorway, a kettle in a choir And the whole street swings into light Here they come, here they come Umbrellas, bicycles, a single drum Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Raise a flag for the washing on the line Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Every little hour is a bell that rings divine March it down the high street, march it past the bakery Sing it to the postman and the cat Parade for the ordinary Tuesday There is wonder in the plain, and that is that Nothing to mark it, nothing to frame it Only the sun on a very plain day But clap your hands, and the street will answer Joy keeps no calendar, it comes to play Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Raise a flag for the washing on the line Parade for the ordinary Tuesday Every little hour is a bell that rings divine March it down the high street, march it past the bakery Sing it to the postman and the cat Parade for the ordinary Tuesday There is wonder in the plain, and that is that Tuesday, Tuesday, hip hooray Parade for the ordinary day