Gorrilaz – Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey’s Head Lyrics

We hear stories like this all the time and we see movies about them and of course songs, but what usually people can’t quite imagine that things like this actually not only happen, but are happening in multiple countries and places in the world right now as we speak.

Money rules this world, and lets face it some people will do anything to get it.

Hope you enjoy the song.

Narrator (speaking)
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
Obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
Innocent of the litany of excess and violence,
That was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflaged,
Hidden behind dark glasses,
But no one noticed them; they only saw shadows.
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.

2D (singing)
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them, and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead
The dance of the dead.
The dance of the dead.

Narrator (speaking)
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
And it was there that they found the caves,
Of unimaginable sincerity and beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
And soon they began to mine the mountain,
It’s rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
Holes began to appear, bringing with them
A cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for,
They knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
Then there came a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space (echoes).
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then,
Nothing.

2D (singing)
Oh, little town in U.S.A.
The time has come to see
All the things you think you are
But where were you when it all came down on me
Did you call me now?

The Man Who Sold The World Lyrics – Videos Bowie, Nirvana

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone (Alt: I must have died along)
A long, long time ago

[x2]
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

Here is the Video from Nirvana’s Unplugged Session on MTV

Here is David Bowie Singing the Song, He wrote it.

Soul Asylum – String of Pearls Lyrics and Video Soul Asylum – String Of Pearls – 1995 Germany – The Blast Mound 2009

This is a very underrated band as far as I’m concerned. I love the lyrics. This one is called String of Pearls off the Black Gold Album.

 

String of Pearls

She swings the string of pearls on the corner
The street lights reflect the light in the water
The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing
And they splash and bounce and roll ‘cross the wet street

As she bends to chase the pearls a car swings ’round the corner
She darts from the eyes of the panic-struck driver
Who’s racing to the delivery room
‘Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb

And the sack breaks and out come the Siamese Twins
Who grow up to become the first President
With two heads
Are better than one

He puts his heads in his hands, says I got to put my heads together
I can become the best President ever
And not just President
Fend for yourself

Signs his name, takes the blame for all of the names with no shame
In their beliefs
They adjourn and they leave, and in walks a man
With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands

And he sweeps everything under the rug
And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug
But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter
That said “you’d be much better off without me”

Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover’s funeral
Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal
When they got together, the knowledge was carnal
And the widow was at the funeral, and they had quite a catfight

And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting
And the preacher just left in the middle of the service
‘Cause death was one thing, but women made him nervous
And he ran to his car and he drove ’round the corner

Then something in the street caught the light in his eye
He pulled over, reached down, and picked up a pearl from the gutter
And he didn’t know what to think
And he brought it home and washed it in the sink

And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa
Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa,
A young prostitute who was missing a pearl
On the necklace that broke late last night


Soul Asylum – String of Pearls – Germany 1995


2009 The Blast Mound – Soul Asylum – String of Pearls

Nothing to Write Home About.

Since the age of 22 I have spent most of the last 15 years of my life  overseas. I am on holidays sometimes, and work sometimes, its about a fifty- fifty split.

It is nice to work in a place like japan for $100 + US per hour then go to tropical beaches in places like Sri Lanka where you can live quite well on twently dollars per day. Obviously saving is a very big part of this lifestyle. So I cant afford to go out every night, but I still manage to a fair bit.

It is always hard being away from my family for so long.

This is a song that has been ringing around im my head for the last 15 years or so.

Soul Asylum – Nothing to Write Home About

Dear mother, what can I say
It’s been so long since I went away
And yes, I miss the comforts of home
But I guess I’m better off on my own

No one told me people could be so cruel
Nobody told me about any of this in school
Still nobody understands the things that I don’t understand

I’ve nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

Dear John, that ain’t my name
I’m just hangin’ ’round to take the blame
I’m filled with guilt, I’m filled with shame
Too much or not enough it’s all the same

And no one wants to talk about the loss
No one wants to talk about the cost
Every one just looks away, just like any other day

I’ve nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

Who can teach me how to change my ways
Who will come and save the day
Who will tell me what to say
When there’s nothing left to say

Nobody told me about any of this in school
No one told me I’d be taken for a fool
And everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the day

I’ve nothing to write home about
Nothing I have figured out
Still I have the same old doubts
Nothing to write home about

The Things I Do For Money Lyrics – Northern Pikes

This song from the eighties does a very decent job of summing up some of my current thoughts about money. It started going around in my head so I had to  look it up.

Here is the cheesy eighties video to go with the fantastic music and lyrics.

 

The things I do for money, I’ll never understand
I used to be quite critical, but now I find I’m cynical
A lady with a starving baby miles away from me
No problems they’re just life and death
And what the hell is wrong with me
And everybody else

No questions asked
Just get receipts and write them off
Expenses – taxes are a ***** these days
Yet the lady and the baby starve
While waiting for a contribution in a UNICEF box
In a drugstore in this ugly little town

The things I do for money
I’ll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The palm of my hand
The things I do for money
I’ll never understand
The world is just a marble
In the palm of my hand

The things I waste my time on, I’ll never understand
I used to be quite practical, but now I find I’m tactical
I scrape and scheme and struggle hard
To get myself ahead
Have no concern for anyone but me

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