Tuesday

Tuesday

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Tuesday's Music would be described as an eqlectic sonic experience. You would hear classical music intertwined with alternative Bassline undertones supported by hip hop drums. The lyrics are written to stimulate subconciouse thoughts, deliverd in perfect rhyme.

Biography

The Life and Times of Kerry Fofanah AKA “Tuesday”. You never notice the kids sitting on the loser’s bench, but the kids on loser’s bench notice you. Tuesday emerges from the shadows to represent ,the uncool , the misunderstood the unpopular. Tuesday writes songs with just a hint of sarcasm, revealing his take on the world and how the more things change they remain the same. Tuesday was born into an ethnically diverse family. His father is from Sierra Leone and his mother is from Russia. This unusual mixture brought forth the curly haired misfit , Kerry Fofanah. 2nd grade was brutal . This started his withdrawal from the crowd. Kerry retreated into a private world where the music on his FM radio became his best friend .This was in the early ‘90’s when rap music was becoming a serious contender on the music scene .Even though at that time people thought rap music was responsible for every sin on the face of the earth even leaky faucets, it somehow bought him comfort. Kerry’s conservative parents did not take too kindly to there son’s new addiction ,he was rarely without his radio the earplug glued to his ears. To pacify his dad Kerry started listening to Classical music which at first seemed bland and tasteless like eating over cooked broccoli compared to the juicy offerings of rap music. A funny thing happened though , classical music grew on him and eventually became not just tolerable , but enjoyable. Today Kerry AKA Tuesday is respected by his peers as a talented singer and songwriter. He has come a long way from the schoolyard but has never forgotten being “uncool ” songs such as ‘I wish that I was born in New York…’ and ‘Loser’s Bench’ reflect this.

Lyrics

People Magazine

Written By: Kerry Fofanah

This isn’t how I thought it’s supposed to be, I thought it was supposed to be like teen and people magazine, look at people magazine, everyone’s so happy
Why didn’t my life turn out just like in people magazine? Maybe life ain’t people magazine

Dreams differ, right before we leave this earth/
It just seems like my dreams a curse/
And what’s even worse, ain’t nothing what it seemed at first/
So you delete everything that you think you’ve learned/
Cause everything you think you’ve learned, in high school, don’t apply to life/
It’s just a guide to a nine to five, your new class is this nine to five/
And if you kiss enough ass you might get lucky and get hired twice/
Everyday I show to work right on time, but I know… no matter what I do/
I’ll get fired, and if I get signed today, ____ wouldn’t change/
Cause even major labels pay minimum wage/
And hey, this is the game, the way business is played/
And if it’s one thing I’ve learned, I can’t sit and complain/
And stay pissed while I’m saying the ____ like I’m blaming/
The dang system again, just cause I failed/

[Chorus]

Frustration will cause you to lose patience, cause only a few make it/
I’m bruised aching exhausted, I’m through chasing this target/
I’m through waiting, I’m watching my youth fading’ and often/
I use haste cause the process of you aging is haunting’/
The whole thought of me mutating appalling/
Before you know it’s too late to accomplish it/
And you eighty and rockin’ a taupe on a walker/
You lose taste, you get nauseous and spew baby food vomit/
And by the way, today wasn’t promised/
It’s like the icing on the cake layered with problems/
It felt like yesterday I just was a kid/
I guess Kansas was right, all we are is dust in the wind/
Feel how gusty it is, I’m reluctant to spit/
I have sunken in quick sand and shoveled in shit/
They say rejection only toughens the skin/
(but wait a minute, ) this isn’t how……(I didn’t sign up for this)

[Chorus]

This mailbox household has gone postal/
And I’m so hungry that you can hear the stomach growling sounds over my vocals/
And my stress levels peaking higher than speakers/
being bumped by people that is deaf but still trying to hear it/
but it’s silent, it’s just irony speaking, I’m tired of eating’/
off this food for thought platter like I’m dieting thinking/
I’m enlightened with the sight of a deacon who’s trying to decide/
Between Christ and his diamonds, and crying “why can’t he keep it?”/
But despite of the reason, he’s in denial, but finally reaches/
a conclusion blinded by the eyes that he sees with/
and realizes his acquired nothing trying to achieve his identity/
thinking he’ll find it through these idols and trinkets/
buying the things that’ll supposedly define him, it’s kind of deceiving’/
but despite of the lies, he disguises it by smiling and chessin’ in/ (People Magazine)

[Chorus]

What's the matter

Written By: Kerry Fofanah

What is the matter with me today?
Gee, I’m glad I can see
That I’ve got problems but I’ve got problems to face (I’ve got, I’ve got, I’ve got problems)
And sometimes we make mistakes
(Okay)

Some days I don’t know if I’m coming or going/
Some days I wanna stay home and don’t say nothing to no one/
One day I know my soul will function and grow, like something will blow/
A glimpse of hope, but bumps on the road. keeps slowing’ me down/
Keep holding me, I’m holdin ten pounds on my shoulders/
My bones are broken, Yo I’m moping around/
Hopeless and down, looking for a token, a piece to open to me/
I’m focused man I know I’mma see/
The lows an the peaks, emotion roller coasters it seems like/
This whole damn mother F’in globe is on wheels/
As cold as can be, I need a potent moment to think/
I wrote this poem I thought I’d show you a dream/
Just poke in a key and unlock the door to my dreams/
The thorns and the flames surround my heart is boarded and chained/
There’s no one there to hold me tight and I’m lonely/
Alone in my own zone Just posted, I’m writing’ my poem piece/

[Chorus]

Money speaks like tongue and cheek/
It’s funny a hundred G’s last week was enough for a ton of things/
All of a sudden it’s like a ____in’ muzzle covered up the mugs of these twenties and tens/
Benjamin Franklin’s bank is in the shape of a tank, waiting’ to make money off war/
Satan gets paid as patriots raid the city of Baghdad/
Missiles hit children right as we’re bidding the Nasdaq/
Business goes on as pistols go off/
The mission says triple the cost of living and bomb/
Any country who bother’s to interfere with the cause/
Get rid of the constitution’s law and ____ on Saddam/
When will it stop, we’re heading to hell/
I feel dead in a cell block my head’s embedded with shells/
Dented with 12 gauge shots, the devil’s venomous web is the president’s nest/
God in heaven wept in the end, the vengeance of men/

[Chorus]

maybe I’m crazy or nuts, maybe I made it all up/
make believe, lately my days ain’t safe and it sucks how/
I can’t erase the pain, fake it or bluff ouch?/
Are the chemicals in my brain stable enough now?/
I never do drugs but how do I manage to have an anxiety attack/
And panic? The saddest man on the planet one minute, the next the happiest camper/
Manic depression, I’ve had it with this shit happening dammit/
I don’t understand why I act this way, as if I was trapped in a casket case/
That’s wrapped up in plastic I’m gaspin like/ *gasps*
I’d rather just laugh on my last breathe and pass out then stand all this madness/
But I can’t quit, I gotta keep goin, coppin’ out is not an option/
Cause if I stop I’ll be broke and holdin these crutches/
Cause no one is there to hold me it’s rough/
Plus these emotions are stuck in these oceans, soaked in the suds /
Please open this up/

[Chorus x4]

Story of a Rockstar

Written By: Kerry Fofanah

[Chorus x2]
This is the story of a rock star
His fans knew his chorus, sang along to all his rock songs
And yeah he got far, but then he got lost
What’s the point cause everything has gone wrong

I got a couple of reason, I’m runnin’ from demons/
Clutchin my dreams to keep ‘em from functioning’ cause nothing is easy/
Stuck in here weezin’, cuss in my sleep/
Something in me hunts for the cheese, I’m sucked in this T.V./
Walkin’ this earth, this rock is berserk/
Just watch it turn, lost in this earth as problems get worse/
Thank you father, God I’m on from my birth/
I hope your proud of me, your son’s involved in progress and work/
Just callin’ to see, six months since we talked/ I know
I’m sorry I should call more often, locked at this job/
It’s hectic mom and pop I’m lost in the wall/
But regardless of all that I’ve got, I’m walkin’ with God/
It’s costing a lot to live, I’m coughin’ from SARS/
Just kiddin’ mom, I miss you all since I’ve gone, just/
Make sure we stay in touch as often as possible/
‘kay pop? But yo I gotta go I’ll call you tomorrow/

[Chorus]

This is the life of a man who has everthing/
But can’t have an evening with his family, damn/
But yo he can’t understand/
Was it worth the work that it took? It demanded his last/
So now he questions himself, am I cursed, am I blessed?/
Was it all worth the success? Is this a burden I’m stressed/
Should I murder my rep, call it quits and just turn in my badge?/
Do I desert all my plans? Do I deserve what I have?/
Hopin’ God has heard what I asked, is there a learning curve for my path?/
An owner’s manual, a compass at least, oh no I don’t have a map/
I gotta go alone?, I hope that I can/
I hold a lot of weight on my back, it’s broken in half/
My moments are sad, I’ve sold all I had/
Except for my soul, I’m holdin’ it as tight as I grab/

[Chorus]

(Repeat x2)
Why are all the roads (all the roads)
Cracked and patched (cracked and patched)
On sunset boulevard (on sunset boulevard)
I’ll tell you why (I’ll tell you why) (cause)
It’s the road of broken dreams (broken dreams)
These Posers coked up, noses sneeze
so gross to me
It’s so deceivin’, please stay close to me
X2

Discography

People Magazine single
Don't Ask LP

Set List

This is the set list:
People Magazine
Story of a Rockstar
What's the matter
Losers Bench
I wish that I was...
Maybe I won't

The set usually runs up to 30 minutes long.