“Mona” by The Pylons - A Song Feature

 

 
     We love songs that cause us to questionably mutter “Where did that come from?” “Mona” is the latest to prompt the question. The single from The Pylons does not include a conventional intro; instead launching directly into rhythmic vocals and Pop Rock sensibilities. “Mona” becomes more Rock oriented at the two-minute mark, but it is easy to miss the shift until the trumpet enters at 2:15. Up to that point, there isn’t a hint that a trumpet is waiting in the back. Nor is there any indication that the trumpet or any other instrument will usher the song to no-apologies Rock at 2:38.
 
     In talking about “Mona,” The Pylons shared:
   “’Mona’ was hauled out from between the sofa cushions of our demos folder, an old favourite that took us a long time to bring ourselves to finish and release, for fear of it being gone. ‘Mona’ is the self-perpetuating narrative that runs through one’s mind as you see what you desire at a distance further than can be reached. This track has been strained and filtered through our collective struggles of the past few years and is ultimately a reflection of who we were before through the lens of who we are now.”
 
     The Pylons are from Lincolnshire, UK. The members are Barnaby Alexander (vocals, guitar); Joey Walker (percussion); Joe Davies (horns, backing vocals); Alex Dalton (guitar); and Phil Gale (bass).
 
     “Mona” by The Pylons

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Lyrics of “Mona” by The Pylons
Mona, inside the walls are closing over.
Key in the eye of the beholder,
Find I can fake it when the time has come,
Oh, when the time has come.
 
Maybe, your angel wings are getting heavy
The world is staring and it scares me,
And I don’t know if you can carry on,
If you can carry on.
 
All these things that I never said,
Your mistakes that I need to get out,
Get out of my head.
 
Mona, God knows I’m never getting over.
Part picture, part-time supernova,
And I’ll be with you when the curtains close,
Oh, when the curtains close.
 
Bowie, you make my world turn oh so slowly.
Where is your mind what can you show me
And I’ll come crawling when you call me home,
Oh. when you call me home.
 
All these things that I never said,
Your mistakes that I need to get out,
Get out of my head.
 
Mona, a rope between so I can’t hold ya.
Next time we meet we’ll both be older.
If you can make it I will see you there,
Well, I will see you there.
 
Save me, jump from your walls you make me crazy.
A virtuoso serenading,
Emancipated by your vacant stare,
By your vacant state.
 
The cold paint, is leaving its mark again
Your face, a canvas that could contend.
It’s always, a matter of give and take,
So don’t make, me think that it’s all too late
 
Cause I’ll wait, to see if your colours run
A burnt page of all that you’ve said and done
So Mona you’ve gotta let me in
 
Mona, inside the walls are closing over.
Key in the eye of the beholder,
Find I can fake it when the time has come,
For when the time has come.