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The Monkees
The Monkees


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Pop
Years active 1966—present
Label(s) Arista Records
RCA Records
Website Website
Members
Davy Jones
Micky Dolenz
Peter Tork
Former members
Michael Nesmith



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The Monkees Album


Missing Links Volume 2 (1990)
1990
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Valleri (First Recorded Version)
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Words (Alternate Version)
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Do Not Ask For Love (First Recorded Version)
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Seeger's Theme
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All the king's horse and all the king's men
They couldn't put my broken heart back together again.
I woke up this mornin' that this is what I found.
You had gone and left me,
Any you never even made a farewell sound.

All the king's horse and all the king's men
They couldn't put my broken heart back together again.
I asked my friends about you and this is what they said,
"She can live without you,
She's gonna find a man with money instead."


All the king's horse and all the king's men
They couldn't put my broken heart back together again.
Someday you will know, the meaning of a love that's true.
But when you find out I won't be around to share it with you.


All the king's horse and all the king's men
They couldn't put my broken heart back together again.
All the king's horse and all the king's men
They couldn't put my broken heart back together again.

. . .



Valleri, I love her,
There's a girl I know,
That makes me feel so good,
And I wouldn't live without her,
Even if I could,
They call her Valleri, I love her, Valleri.
Oh, yeah, come on.
She's the same little girl,
Who used to hang around my door,
But she sure looks different than,
The way she looked before,
I call her Valleri, I love her, Valleri.


. . .


By Michael Nesmith

She walks around on brass rings that never touch her feet.
She speaks in conversations that never are complete.
And looking over past things that she has never done
She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's over it will start again.
Both the times she smiled it was a portrait of the sun.
She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

Part of it is loneliness and knowing how steal.
But most if it is weariness from standing up, trying not to kneel.

She discovered three new ways that she could help the dead.
Sometime she must raise her hand to tell you what she said.
Then standing in a landslide she suddenly becomes
A girl that's named St. Matthew, when she is on the run.

. . .



Girl, don't you know,
Every time I see you smiling,
Hurts so bad cause when I see you,
I start crying,
I've tried everything to stop,
But there's denying,
Falling in love with you, girl,
Is just like dying.
Oh, don't walk away,
Oh, how can I make you stay,
Don't turn away,
I can still hear you saying those,
Words that never were true,
Spoken to help nobody but you,
Words with lies inside,
But small enough to hide,
âЂ?Til your playing was through.
Girl, don't you know,
We could work it out with talking,
You won't turn around,
Or slow down your walking,
I've given you everything,
With a kiss to seal it,
You had to get your kicks,
Out of trying to steal it.
Now I'm standing here,
Strange, strange voices in my ears,
I feel the tears,
But all I can hear are those,
Words that never were true,
Spoken to help nobody but you,
Words with lies inside,
But small enough to hide,
âЂ?Til your playing was through.


. . .



Tell me, just one more time,
The reasons why you must leave.
Tell me once more why you're sure you don't need me.
Tell me again, but don't think that you'll convince me.

Now you've said, before falling in love again
You'd rather be dead.
'Cause when someone breaks your heart
You cry your eyes read.
But there's nothin' so hard about the life that you've lead

As far as I can see there's no reason for "goodbyes."
You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy.

So you lose
I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues.
And all this talk about leavin' is strictly bad news.
So you settle down and stay with the man that loves you.

As far as I can see there's no reason for "goodbyes."
You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy.

So you lose
I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues.
And all this talk about leavin' is strictly bad news.
So you settle down and stay with the man that loves you.
You settle down and stay with the man that loves you.


. . .



I wanna be free,
Like the bluebirds flying by me,
Like the waves out on the blue sea.
If your love has to tie me, don't try me,
Say goodbye.

I wanna be free,
Don't say you love me, say you like me.
But when I need you beside me,
Stay close enough to guide me, confide in me,
Woh-oh.

I wanna hold your hand,
Walk along the sand.
Laughing in the sun,
Always having fun.
Doing all those things,
Without any strings to tie me down.

I wanna be free,
Like the warm September wind, babe.
Say you'll always be my friend, babe.
We can make it to the end, babe, again, babe,
I've gotta say.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.
I wanna be free.


. . .


If I ever get to Saginaw again,
A locale that's somewhat off the beaten track.
Get to see the girl I never saw again
Who must know why I have never ventured back.
We we young,
And so alive
And now I wonder if she'd cling to me,
Become my very own as she did then,
If I ever get to Saginaw again.

If I ever get to Saginaw again,
It won't be in Spring with meadows turning green.
It won't be to tangle with the law again.
And it won't be with someone one only seventeen,
Who gave her love,
And made me hers.
And when you find the one you're dreaming of
Who thinks to ask, "How old is love?",
Not "when"
You may never get to Saginaw again.

If I ever get to Saginaw again
I will get to see son who bears my name.
And perhaps I'll quietly withdraw again
When I see the little man that he became.
And how I yearn
To watch him grow.
A father's love is maybe all it takes
To not repeat those sad mistakes of men
If I ever get to Saginaw again

. . .


Come on in,
You sure look good to me.
Come on in,
I've learned how lonely I can be.

I guess we'll never know just what went wrong
You know it's been a whole year has passed us by and gone.
But we're back together now where we belong
So, baby, come on in.

Come on in,
I heard your footstep on the stair.
Come on in,
I'd know it anywhere.

Your old chair in the corner is justa sitting there waiting.
It's been a long time anticipating.
What a long time it's been.
So, baby, come on in.

Over and over I've told myself
I said, "Son, you've got to lose these blues.
Get ready for the day when she'll walk in the door."
So I dusted off your housecoat and I polished up your shoes.

Come on in,
You know your welcome here.
Aw, Come on in,
It's been a long, long year.

Now I know why I waited around
I wouldn't run around town, let them put me down.
I knew that if I waited I would win.
So, baby, come on in.

Come on in,
Come on in,
Aw, come in.

. . .


Girl, I know the grass is greener, just around the bend.
Gotta say, "goodbye" but don't you fear.
Though the road is broken I might fail to find the end
I won't disappear.

I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Chase the moon and sun to find my one and only you.
I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Lookin' high, I'm lookin' low.
When I find my boots I know I gotta go.

Maybe I will be a star, or maybe just a clown.
Girl, I'll never know until I try.
Maybe I will meet a girl who'll try to keep me down.
But you won't have to cry.

I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Chase the moon and sun to find my one and only you.
I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Lookin' high, I'm lookin' low.
When I find my boots I know I've gotta go.

Maybe I will meet a girl who'll try to keep me down.
But you won't have to cry.

I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Chase the moon and sun to find my one and only you.
I'll be back upon my feet. I'll be back upon my feet.
Lookin' high, I'm lookin' low.
When I find my boots I know I've gotta go.

. . .


Flyin' down the highway
Lookin' for a place to land
Need to leave the speed in the city
And people come and go and there's no time to understand
And I keep movin' down the road taking notes in a trembling hand

Asked Sally to come with me but she made it very clear
She said, "You've got your problems and I have mine"

Up to the sunlit mountain
Down by the silver sea
Where the tale is told from memory of a finely woven symphony
Forever heard, without a word to disturb it's melody
Still I'd like to have someone along to share the air with me

Oh, Sally, why not come with me
You know I'd like be with you
You can't be all that busy
You don't have that much to do
And you know I'd like to be with you

. . .



I know about the guy who treated you so bad
He took your love and then just walked away
I know that you have got a reason to be sad
But help is on its way

Hold on girl, be a little bit stronger
Hold on girl, wait a little bit longer
Hold on girl, help is on its way

I know you feel as though your world is at an end
But you don't have to live with yesterday
I promise you the sun is gonna shine again
And help is on its way

Hold on girl, now that we are together
Hold on girl, things are gonna be better
Hold on girl, help is on its way

I promise you the sun is gonna shine again
And help is on its way

Hold on girl, be a little bit stronger
Hold on girl, wait a little bit longer
Hold on girl, help is on its way


. . .


Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
Knowing that I will never pass this way again
Never wondering why
Teardrops chafing my eyes

Longing to be where the noted kisses fall
Lingering and still while silently the tell their all
Blue is the color of the sun
And nothing stops till everything is done

Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
With the highways making up the verse
And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
And though my path is planned it's not rehersed

So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home

Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
With the highways making up the verse
And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
And though my path is planned it's not rehersed

So I move along to the next thing on the list
Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
But I am finally alone
And where my foot steps down is where it's home

. . .


Seasons may change, we stay the same
We always stay the same
We always stay the same

Winter brings snow, when no, no flowers grow
They wait 'til the spring
Yes they wait 'til the spring

In the spring, young men roam
'Til they're old enough to know, better, better

Leaves have turned green
Now spring has been and gone
Summer's here
It's gone, summer's here

They autumn trees, sway to and fro
Their leaves turn brown
Now young men know better, better

Everyone feels good, and I knew they would
It's been quite a good year
It's been quite a good year
It's been quite a good year

"Just let me listen to that..."

. . .


by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.

And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.

They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.

And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."

Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."

And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.

. . .



All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.

All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take for granted
All the pleasures and the fun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.

I
Saw when you walked by,
The love bright in your eyes,
And I knew I must try.

To win
You more than as a friend,
I'm starting near the end,
And here I go again.

All men must, have someone, have someone
Who'd never take advantage
Of a love bright as the sun.
Someone to stand beside them,
And you just may be the one.
Someone to understand them,
And you just may be the one.


. . .

Do Not Ask For Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

Seeger's Theme

[No lyrics]

. . .


Riu riu chiu, la guarda ribera;Dios guardo el lobo de nuestra cordera,Dios guardo el lobo de neustra cordera.
El lobo rabioso la quiso morder,Mas Dios poderoso la supo defender;Quisola hazer que no pudiese pecar,Ni aun original esta Virgen no tuviera.
Riu, riu chiu...
Este qu'es nacido es el gran monarca,Christo patriarca de carne vestido;Hemos redemido con se hazer chiquito,Aunqu'era infinito, finito se hiziera.
Riu, riu chiu...

Translated:
River, roaring river, guard our homes in safety,God has kept the black wolf from our lamb, our Lady.God has kept the black wolf from our lamb, our Lady.
Raging mad to bite her, there the wolf did steal,But our God Almighty defended her with zeal.Pure He wished to keep Her so She could never sin,That first sin of man never touched the Virgin sainted.
River, roaring river...
He who's now begotten is our mighty Monarch,Christ, our Holy Father, in human flesh embodied.He has brough atonement by being born so humble,Though He is immortal, as mortal was created.
River, roaring river...

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