Song Title: Days Of The Week

Running time: 2:36
music by: Dean DeLeo
words by: Scott Weiland
available on: Shangri-LA DEE DA [2001, Album] and Days Of The Week [2001, Single]

Robert DeLeo: Bass
Dean DeLeo: Guitars
Scott Weiland: Vocals
Eric Kretz: Drums, Percussion

Sonicnet: 'A sing-along pop-rocker and the album's first single.'

Scott: "It's an assessment of my feelings coming straight out of jail and being hit with sensory overload and a lot of new insecurities. ... It has kind of a rock 'n' roll feel of Zeppelin during the Presence period, but melodically and lyrically where I was coming from was an Elvis Costello or Joe Jackson [influence]."

AllStar: Weiland [...] described the single -- which was going to be given to Sheryl Crow for her next album until Weiland decided he wanted a shot at it -- as having "a power pop, Cheap Trick-esque vibe of 'Big Bang Baby' and 'Interstate Love Song.'"

Robert: That was one of the first songs Dean presented as his for this album. I approached it bass-wise like an old Joe Jackson song. I dig those old songs, the time and movement of the bass. It was that and a little Chris Squire kind of thing.

Dean: I stole this directly from "Indian Summer," a song written by Joe Walsh. I ripped it off blind. After I wrote that song, I received a phone call from Sheryl Crow saying she wanted to get together, so I kind of wrote this one for her. But when Scott heard it, he wanted to keep it for ourselves.

Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back, takin' it back
It'll take it back

Wednesday, she's looking for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough
Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holding her down, holding her down
She's down again

I've gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy

One day, left me for the dead
Woke up on the floor, time for another one
Two days, she's leavin' me again, can't take it no more
Out through the open door

Three days, she's found herself a friend
She got what she wants
Still never get enough
Four days, she's back with me again
She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down
I'm down again

I've got to find a way to find her
Where she could be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy

Monday's gone
Tuesday's fadin'
Wednesday's gone
Thursday's all but wasted now

Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go back for another one
Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm taking it back, taking it back
I'll take it back

I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week she thinks I'm the enemy
thinks I'm the enemy