Saturdays

Nelly Furtado

Track 9 on Folklore

Featuring

Gerald Eaton

Producers

Brian West, Gerald Eaton &

Nov. 5, 20031 viewer

Saturdays Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hot motel
Stuffy inside
I know well
These eleven walls
Hot black tar
I tan my legs
I rest my heart
And dream of the city

[Verse 2]
Magazine
And diet coke
I'm not a joke
This is me
Damaged leg
Heavy cart
Plastic cups
Linen mart

[Verse 3]
Rock garden
Where I used to play
People stare
Part of their day
Coffee break
Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room

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[Verse 4]
Done my list (Done my list)
Make my way (Make my way)
To help my mother (Help my mother)
End her day (End her day)
Fresh cut grass (Fresh cut grass)
Parking lot (Parking lot)
We roll on out (Roll on out)
We got a lot (Got a lot)

[Verse 5]
We're on our way (On our way)
Roll the window down (Window down)
And scream out loud (Scream out loud)
Oh we're tired now

[Verse 6]
Take it home (Take it hoe)
Step off the way (On my way)
To the bakery (Bakery)
For some fruit and cake (Fruit and cake)
And home I lay (Home I lay)
After a shower clean (Shower clean)
I hit my head (Hit my head)
And I dream

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This originated from a poem I wrote called “Saturdays.” It’s really folky, mostly just voice and guitar. It’s a little Johnny Cash-esque, but the 24-year-old girl version. The song is about how I used to spend my Saturdays cleaning the rooms at the Robin Hood Motel in Victoria, British Columbia, where I grew up. On the third floor, there was a tar-like flat roof, and when I had a break, I’d grab a Diet Coke and sit there and wait for my mother, who ran the housekeeping services. I’d look over the site, dreaming about my future as a musician. I wrapped up a lot of hours dreaming there.

Nelly Furtado on “Saturdays”