From the sainted day I 1st laid hands on "Don't Tell A Soul", The Replacements' penultimate album, I have been obsessed with the songwriting and singing of the Mage of Minneapolis, Paul Westerberg. "Good Day", from his second solo album, "Eventually", is Westerberg's song for Bob Stinson, his boyhood friend who was with him in The Replacements and then had to be ejected for alcoholism and addiction, which then killed him in a semi-suicidal downward spiral. My favourite song about the not-so-accidental death of a loved one with its simple refrain, "A good day is any day that you're alive," this is The (ballad) 'Berg at his killer-diller diamond best.
Good day doesn't have to be a Friday
Doesn't need to be your birthday
The next one then you won't survive
Sing along hold my life
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive
Asked me mmmm, you had to ask me
In the dreams you tell me
Tell them only you were tired
Sing along hold my life
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yeah, a good day is any day that you're alive
A bad day comes every once in awhile your body says
Fourteen hundred shooting stars and (every time?)
A bad day comes every once in your body life
Goodbye
Hold my life one last time
A good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive
Yes a good day is any day that you're alive
These are the days
My two-parter on Paul.
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