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The Monkees
The Monkees


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Pop
Годы 1966—н.в.
Лейблы Arista Records
RCA Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Davy Jones
Micky Dolenz
Peter Tork
Бывшие участники
Michael Nesmith



Альбом The Monkees


The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees (1968)
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P.O. Box 9847 (Alternate Mix)
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Lady's Baby (Alternate Mix)
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Walking around with your head in the clouds
You don't care.
Why must you walk when you know
You're not going anywhere.

Why don't you come out of your dream world
It's not real.
It's not the way it seems to be.
Why don't you come into the real world.
Come with me.
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams.
You'll see.

Always pretending that everything's fine
When it's not.
Why must you lie when you know that
You'll aways get caught.

Why don't you come out of your dream world
It's not real.
It's not the way it seems to be.
Why don't you come into the real world.
Come with me.
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams.
You'll see.

Why don't you come out of your dream world
It's not real.
It's not the way it seems to be.
Why don't you come into the real world.
Come with me.
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams.
You'll see.
You'll see.
You'll see.

. . .


Fine man, crazy man, he can't see.
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea.
Why do the people always look at me?
Nobody can see that we are you,
We are you.
She's him, too.
She's him, too.
Fine man, crazy man, he can't see.
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.

Solid brass statuary guards the door
Used to come as one, now it comes as four.
Somebody here just sent for more
Red and yellow cartoons saying we need two
We need two.
More than you.
More than you.
Solid brass statuary guards the door
Used to come as one, now it comes as four.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.

Somebody stole they mind.
Somebody stole they mind.
They way they can't find
What is kind.
What is kind.

Somebody stole they mind.
Somebody stole they mind.
They way they can't find
What is kind.
What is kind.

Fine man, crazy man, he can't see.
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea.
Why do the people walk away from me?
Nobody can see that we are you,
We are you.
She's him, too.
She's him, too.
Fine man, crazy man, he can't see.
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.
Ummmm, hummmmmm.

. . .


By Carole Bayer and George Fischoff


I wanted you from the first day I saw you,
The first day I looked into your eyes.
That's when I knew that I would adore you.
It was no surprise.

We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have I.

You took my hand. Was then you had known it?
Was that when you started loving me?
Was it the way I smiled that had shown it?
Was that the day you could see?

We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have I.

We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have I.

. . .


Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues.
It cannot be a part of me,
For now it's part of you.

Careful plays on fields
That seems to vanish when they're in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoe.
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you.

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news.
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you.

Well, Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze.
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease.

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news.
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you.

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Oh I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise, wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold and it stings

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me as a white knight on his
steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good time starts and ends
With a dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?


. . .


By Michael Nesmith


Did you know the water's turning yellow?
Have you heard the sky was falling down?
Did you see that guy fall out the window?
Did you know the circus was in town?

Have you heard about Bill Chamber's mother?
She said, "A woman's work is never done."
And, oh yes, about that yellow water,
Have you noticed the color of the sun?

You have a way of making everything you say seem unreal.
Are you aware that the people who care are mostly stainless steel?

(Instrumental interlude)

Well, I hope you finally got my letter.
It should have come about this time last year.
And I hope Bill Chamber's mother's better.
Oh, dear! The moon's just disappeared.

You have a way of making everything you say seem unreal.
Are you aware that the people who care are mostly stainless steel?

. . .


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.

. . .


By David Jones and Steve Pitts


"The circus is coming to town." it said on the poster.
"Get your tickets now, before it's too late."
A dancing bear and a circus clown it's so funny.
I can't wait to see everything there.

I feel like I'm already there.
I must see her fly through the air.

Horse running 'round and 'round in a circle.
I can't wait to see everything there.
I wonder if it's just like they say on the poster.
If it is I know I will be there.

I feel like I'm already there.
I must see her fly through the air.
I feel like I'm already there.
I must see her fly through the air.
(repeat and fade)

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Handsome, single, young man well respected in his town
Seeks a fine, young lady from a similar background.
Generous, responsible, respectful man of means.
Socialize with presidents and queens.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I've described me very poorly,
Better try again.

Quiet, sincere, gentleman, well rounded and mature.
Fond of music and the arts, loves the theater.
Educated, sensitive, a traveler of the world.
Wants to meet an eligible young girl.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I've been writing, advertising
That's not really me.

Lonely, understanding man, affectionate and true
Looking for girl to share his dreams and make them true.
Humble, loving, sensitive, considerate and shy.
Only sincere ladies need reply.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I'm not liking what I'm typing.
Throw it all away.


. . .


By Michael Nesmith


Love to me is blue-eyed and blonde.
Oh, that's sweet Magnolia.
Apple pie on the window still warm.
That's my sweet Magnolia

Walking under a sky that's so blue
After rain has fallen.
When she's walking so close by my side
My troubles seem to just run and hide.

(la-dee, da-dum, etc.)

Well, walking under a sky that's so blue
After rain has fallen.
When she's walking so close by my side
My troubles seem to just run and hide.

Magnolia Simms is my little doll.
I can't live without her.
For if she goes my world will just fall.
Stay with me, Magnolia.
(Sound of record skipping)
Stay with me, Magnolia.

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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.


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The king of Zor, he called for war,
And the king of Zam, he answered,
They fashioned their weapons,
One upon one,
Ton upon ton, they called for war,
At the rise of the sun.

Out went the call to one and to all,
That echoed and rolled,
Like the thunder,
Trumpets and drums, roar upon roar,
More upon more, rolling the call,
Of ‘come out to war’.

Throughout the night,
They fashioned their might,
With right on the side of the mighty,
They puzzled their minds,
Plan upon plan,
Man upon man, and at dying of dawn,
The great war began.

They met on the battlefield,
Banner in hand,
They looked out across the vacant land,
And they counted the missing,
One upon one, none upon none,
The war, it was over before it begun.

Two little kings playing a game,
They gave a war and nobody came,
And nobody came…


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Did you ever step in a water pipe, pipe
Fall to the bottom of the water system
And there did you meet a little alligator
Who answered to the name of Alvin
If you did, he's mine
I lost him
I threw my Alvin down the water pipe, pipe
Down to the bottom of the water system
Because he was getting too big for his britches
But now I'm getting lonely since he's gone
I miss him

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I set the world back on its heel
I'm gonna show you how I feel
Free as a bird up in the sky
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try

Now I am chasing rainbows
But I won't let that girl know
'Til I have found my pot of gold
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try

And when I feel like turning back, coming home
What could I say without the rainbow and the pot of gold?

Chasing a dream around the sun
I feel my life has just begun
And if I lose my way I know
I've always got someplace to go
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try

And when I feel like turning back, coming home
What could I say without the rainbow and the pot of gold?

Now I set the world back on its heel
I'm gonna show you how I feel
Free as the bird up in the sky
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna try...

. . .



Handsome, single, young man well respected in his town
Seeks a fine, young lady from a similar background.
Generous, responsible, respectful man of means.
Socialize with presidents and queens.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I've described me very poorly,
Better try again.

Quiet, sincere, gentleman, well rounded and mature.
Fond of music and the arts, loves the theater.
Educated, sensitive, a traveler of the world.
Wants to meet an eligible young girl.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I've been writing, advertising
That's not really me.

Lonely, understanding man, affectionate and true
Looking for girl to share his dreams and make them true.
Humble, loving, sensitive, considerate and shy.
Only sincere ladies need reply.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I'm not liking what I'm typing.
Throw it all away.


. . .


Its old enough to try and tie you down
So, I just couldn't wait and hang around
You always said must be free
But you couldn't see you were loosing me
And messing up the one good thing we had

CHORUS:
And now I'm going out the way that I came in
The game is over now, I couldn't win
My heart is all I have to pack
And this time girl I wont be back
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me

I told myself that things would be ok
You would come around to my way any day
As time went on you just stayed the same
No, you couldn't chang or be rearranged
I'm picking up the pieces of my life

CHORUS

As time went on you just stayed the same
No, you couldn't chang or be rearranged
I'm picking up the pieces of my life

CHORUS

Behind me...

. . .


Lady's Baby smiles and coos,
Takes away my lonely blues.
(Lady's/Baby's?) mother cooks my meals,
Warm and cool is really real...

Runnin' never was much fun -
All it did was bring me down.
Chasin' round isn't where it's at.
Tension puts you in the ground.

Lady's Baby pulls my hair,
Lets me know he's really there.
(Lady's/Baby's?) mother touches me,
And at last I really see...

Runnin' never was much fun -
All it did was bring me down.
Chasin' round isn't where it's at.
Tension puts you in the ground.

Lady's Baby lets me know
Life was meant for movin' slow.
(Lady's/Baby's?) mother knows this too.
Lady, I love you.

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