The Monkees Album

"Coming Soon...
Head... Head... Head..."

My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice

Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky

But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style

Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie

But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Hey now wait a minute!
Now wait just a minute!

Hey hey we are the Monkees
You know we love to please
A manufactured image
With no philosophies

We hope you like our story
Although there isn't one
That is to say there's many
That way there is more fun

You told us you like action
And games of many kinds
You like to dance, we like to sing
So let's all lose our minds!

We know it doesn't matter,
Cause what you came to see
Is what we'd love to give you,
And give it one, two, three!

But there may come three, two, one, two
Or jump from nine to five,
And when you see the end in sight
The beginning may arrive!

For those who look for meaning,
And form as they do facts,
We might tell you one thing
But we'd only take it back

Not back like in a box back
Not back like in a race,
Not back so we can keep it,
But back in time and space!

You say we're manufactured,
To that we all agree,
So make you choice and we'll rejoice
In never being free!

Hey hey we are the Monkees,
We've said it all before
The money's in we're made of tin
We're here to give you more!

The money's in we're made of tin
We're here to give you--

*BANG!!*

*SCREAM!!!*

GIMME A W!

W!

GIMME AN A!

A!

GIMME AN R!!

R!!

WHAT DOES THAT SPELL!!??

WAR!!

circle sky
telling lies
here i stand
at demand

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

color sound
all around
wing tip smile
sees for miles

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

its a very extraordinary scene
to those who dont understand
but what you have seen you must believe
if you can
if you can

hey milltown
smiling down
telling more
than before

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

"Quiet, isn't it, George Michael Dolenz...
I said..."

Some thing doesn't change
There is only one
Always changing inside
What does it become

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Those who know it use it
Those who scorn it die
To sing that you can dig it
Is to make your soul to fly to heaven

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

There is only feeling
In this world of life and death
I sing the praise of never change
With every single breath

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Hey!...

"And, uh, I'd like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it, please"

by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
"Sounds like a lot of supernatural boloney to me."
"Supernatural, perhaps...baloney, perhaps not."

I can tell by your face
That you're looking to find a place
To settle your mind and reveal who you are
And you shouldn't be shy
For I'm not gonna try
To hurt you or heal you or steal your star

Open your eyes, get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets, let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight

Why think all about
Who's gonna win out
We'll make up our story as we go along
There's so little time
For us to try to rhyme
And so many highways to travel upon

Open your eyes, get up off your chair
There's so much to do in the sunlight
Give up your secrets and let down your hair
And sit with me here by the firelight

by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
"Supernatural, perhaps..."
"Change one tape, the entire process is regeared. Leisure: the
inevitable by-product of our civilization. The tragedy of your times, my
young friends, is
that you may get exactly what you want."
Cop: "Out..."
Mike: "Oh"
Cop: "Out...get outta here."
Micky: "Hi. What's going on?"
Cop: "Move it! Out!"
Peter: "Oh, hello officer, certainly glad to..."
Cop: "Shut up!...Okay, weirdos..."
Director: "Alright, fellas, will you come forward, please?"
Micky: "Who's that?"
Director: "Alright, now, jump up and down a little, huh, fellas? Get
lost in it...""
Davy: "Jump into this?!? What is this stuff?"
Director: "...there you go...very good. Look, you're supposed to be
dandruff, fellas."
All: "Dandruff?"
Director: "Will you work at it, please? Jump up and down a little
bit..."
Playback: "Dandruff, dandruff..."
Director: "Good, that's better, that's good."

Years ago I knew a man
He was my mother's biggest fan
We used to walk beside the sea
And he'd tell how my life would be
When I grew up to be a man
Years ago we used to play
He used to laugh when I ran away
But when I fell and hurt my knee
He used to come and comfort me
And the pain would go away

Years ago I knew a boy
He was his daddy's pride and joy
But when the daddy went away
It was such a rainy day
That he brought out all his toys
Now the momma did explain
Trying to take away the pain
He just couldn't understand
That his father was not a man
And it all was just a game

Years have passed and so have I
Making it hard to cry
And if and when I have a son
Let it all be said and done
Let all that sadness pass him by

The Critic: Song was pretty white.
Mike: And I'll tell you somethin' else too... the same thing goes for Christmas!
(gasp)
(intro to Circle Sky)
Davy: He's crazy!
(laughing)
(gunshot)
Lord High 'n' Low: Boys, don't ever, but never, make fun of no cripples.
Man Being Interviewed #1: Somebody come up and giggle at you, that's a violation of your civil rights.
Man Being Interviewed #2: Skunk bait, that's what the world is full of. That's what it's based on. That's what this economy is based on.
Man Being Interviewed #3: Are you telling me that you don't see the connection between government and laughing at people?
Peter: Well, let me tell you one thing, son. Nobody lends money to a man with a sense of humour.
(evil laugh)
(heartbeat)
(door creaking)

Do I have to do this all over again?
Didn't I do it right the first time?
Do I have to do this all over again?
How many times do I have to make this climb?
Didn't I? Didn't I?

Can I see my way to know what's really real
They say time can fix things by itself
I know life's more than just some kind of deal
Won't you tell me what all, when my soul comes off the shelf
Didn't I, oh, didn't I?

Do I have to do this all over again?
Didn't I do it right the first time?
Do I have to do this all over again?
How many times do I have to make this climb?
Didn't I?...

We were speaking of belief
Beliefs and conditioning
All belief possibly could be said to be the result of some conditioning
Thus, the study of history is simply the study of one system of beliefs deposing another
And so on, and so on, and so on
A psychologically tested belief of our time is the central nervous system
Which feeds its impulses directly to the brain, the conscious and subconscious
Is unable to discern between the real, and the vividly imagined experience
If there is a difference, and most of us believe there is
Am I being clear?
For to examine these concepts requires tremendous energy and discipline
To experience the now without preconception of belief
To allow the unknown to occur and to occur requires clarity
For where there is clarity there is no choice
And where there is choice, there is misery
But then why should anyone listen to me?
Why should I speak? Since I know nothing! Heh heh heh!

...The porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye...
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye...

Clicks, clacks, riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a, is a lie

The porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye...
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye...
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye...
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye...

"Quick, suck it before the venom reaches my heart!"

"Okay, I will."

Hey now wait a minute!
Now wait just a minute!

Hey hey we are the Monkees
You know we love to please
A manufactured image
With no philosophies

We hope you like our story
Although there isn't one
That is to say there's many
That way there is more fun

You told us you like action
And games of many kinds
You like to dance, we like to sing
So let's all lose our minds!

We know it doesn't matter,
Cause what you came to see
Is what we'd love to give you,
And give it one, two, three!

But there may come three, two, one, two
Or jump from nine to five,
And when you see the end in sight
The beginning may arrive!

For those who look for meaning,
And form as they do facts,
We might tell you one thing
But we'd only take it back

Not back like in a box back
Not back like in a race,
Not back so we can keep it,
But back in time and space!

You say we're manufactured,
To that we all agree,
So make you choice and we'll rejoice
In never being free!

Hey hey we are the Monkees,
We've said it all before
The money's in we're made of tin
We're here to give you more!

The money's in we're made of tin
We're here to give you--

*BANG!!*

*SCREAM!!!*

GIMME A W!

W!

GIMME AN A!

A!

GIMME AN R!!

R!!

WHAT DOES THAT SPELL!!??

WAR!!

circle sky
telling lies
here i stand
at demand

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

color sound
all around
wing tip smile
sees for miles

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

its a very extraordinary scene
to those who dont understand
but what you have seen you must believe
if you can
if you can

hey milltown
smiling down
telling more
than before

and it looks weve made it once again
and it looks weve made it once again

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Mike
Happy Birthday to you

Some thing doesn't change
There is only one
Always changing inside
What does it become

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Those who know it use it
Those who scorn it die
To sing that you can dig it
Is to make your soul to fly to heaven

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

There is only feeling
In this world of life and death
I sing the praise of never change
With every single breath

Can you dig it?
Do you know?
Would you care to let it show?

Hey!...

Years ago I knew a man
He was my mother's biggest fan
We used to walk beside the sea
And he'd tell how my life would be
When I grew up to be a man
Years ago we used to play
He used to laugh when I ran away
But when I fell and hurt my knee
He used to come and comfort me
And the pain would go away

Years ago I knew a boy
He was his daddy's pride and joy
But when the daddy went away
It was such a rainy day
That he brought out all his toys
Now the momma did explain
Trying to take away the pain
He just couldn't understand
That his father was not a man
And it all was just a game

Years have passed and so have I
Making it hard to cry
And if and when I have a son
Let it all be said and done
Let all that sadness pass him by

"Coming soon... Head...
Coming soon... Head...
Coming soon... Head..."

"Now... playing...
Head... Head..."