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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


Live 1967 (1987)
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Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!

Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.

Take the last train to clarksville,
Take the last train to clarksville,
[repeat and fade]


. . .



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.


. . .



You tell me that youve never been this way before.
You tell me things I know that Ive heard somewhere.
Youre standing in the places and youre
Staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
Of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.

I just cant put my finger on what it is
That says to me watch out! dont believe her.
I cant give any reasons girl,
My thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just cant think who in the world was that girl;
I know I met her somewhere.

Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.

Well, goodbye dear, I just cant take this chance again.
My fingers are still burning from the last time.
And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
Thats as may be, I cant explain.

Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.


. . .



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.


. . .


By Michael Nesmith

She owns and operates
Her own sunshine factory
Of painting smiles on dolls
And then on me
She's my sunny girlfriend
And personality.

Well, she's got a book
That tells about ev'rybody's past
And she can make you slow
While making your mind move fast
She's my sunny girlfriend
And she is never last.

Oh, while I am sleeping
Then she comes creeping
Into my thoughts at night
Gazing down through eyes
As bright as wonder.

She can send you on your way
To ev'rywhere
She's only started
After you think that she is there.
Well, she's my sunny girlfriend,
And she just doesn't care.
Yes, she's my sunny girlfriend,
She doesn't really care.

. . .



She knows her mind alright, your Auntie Grizelda
She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so
Oh yeah, she's raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda
You only know the things she wants you to know

I know she's having a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

You can't begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda
She couldn't budge a smile and do it for free
So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda
So proper judging others over her tea

You look just like her you do
I know by looking at you
That you've been listening to your Auntie Grizelda

Oh no, don't look at me like Auntie Grizelda
It takes much more to be someone of your own
You've got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda
Or just like her, you'll have to make it alone

I know she's having a fit
She doesn't like me a bit
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda

Auntie Grizelda
Auntie Grizelda


. . .



Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you sad someday,
Forget that girl,
She’ll never make you happy,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.

Forget that girl,
She’ll only bring you down again,
Forget that girl,
She’ll only make you lonely,
Stay away from her, my friend,
Stay away from her.

There was a time,
When she could really love you,
When she was thinking only of you,
But now she’s put herself above you,
And there’s nothing you can do.

Forget that girl,
Even though you find it’s hard,
Forget that girl,
Even though you love her,
She’s in love with him, my friend,
She’s in love with him, oh yeah,
She’s in love with him.

Forget that girl…


. . .



I know that something very strange
Is happening to my brain.
I'm either feeling very good
Or else I am insane.
The seeds of doubt you planted
Have started to grow wild
And I feel that I must yield before
The wisdom of a child

And its love you bring,
No that I cant deny,
And with your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
But I resist all their attempts
To try and bring me down..
Turned on to the sunset,
Like Ive never been before.
And I listen for your footsteps
As you knock upon the door.

And its love you bring,
No that I cant deny,
And with your wings,
I can learn to fly,
Sweet young thing.

And its love you bring,
With dreams of bluer skies
And all these things,
When I seem them in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet young thing


. . .



Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow you,
Id' rather die than to live without you.
Mary, Mary, tell me truly,
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn't mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt you.
What more, Mary, can I do,
To prove that my love is truly yours?
I've done more now,
Than a clear-thinking man would do.
Mary, Mary, it's not over,
Where you go, I will follow,
âЂ?Til I win your love again,
And walk beside you, but until then,
Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, where you going to?


. . .


1: Well I married a wife in the month of June,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on Cripple Creek.
We've been there about a week.
CHORUS: I'm a-goin' down to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run.
Goin' down to Cripple Creek to have some fun.
Goin' down to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run.
Goin' down to Cripple Creek to have some fun.
2: Now Cripple Creek girl's about half-grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my pants up to my knees,
Cross on Cripple Creek a-when I please.
CHORUS: I'm a-goin' down to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run,
Goin' down to Cripple Creek to have some fun.
Goin' down to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run.
Goin' down to Cripple Creek to have some fun.
3: Well I'm goin' to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run.
I'm a-goin' to Cripple Creek to have some fun.
CHORUS: I'm a-goin' to Cripple Creek, I'm goin' on a run,
Goin' to Cripple Creek to have some fun.

. . .


Peter: You're such a lovely audience, we'd love to take you home with us, we'd love to take you home! I don't really wanna stop the show, but I thought you might like to know, that the singer's gonna sing a song... and the man's name, is Mike Nesmith!
Mike: Watch the V-U, Hank!

You can't judge an apple by lookin' at the tree
Can't judge the honey by lookin' at the bee
Can't judge a daughter by lookin' at the mother
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Oh can't you see?
You misjudged me, baby
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Can't judge the sugar by lookin' at the pan
Can't judge a woman by lookin' at her man
Can't judge one by lookin' at the other
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Oh can't you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond
You can't judge the right by lookin' at the wrong
You can't judge one by lookin' at the other
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Oh can't you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

You can't judge an apple by lookin' at the tree, baby
You can't judge the honey by lookin' at the bee
You can't judge a daughter by lookin' at the mother
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

Oh can't you see?
You misjudged me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
You can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover

. . .


1: I'm gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
I'm gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
I'm gonna build a mountain, I'm gonna build it high.
I don't know how I'm gonna do it, only know I'm gonna try.
2: I'm gonna build a daydream, from a little hope.
I'm gonna push the daydream, up that mountain slope.
I'm gonna build a daydream, woah, I'm gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make 'em both come true.
3: I'm gonna build a heaven, as a will someday,
And the Lord sends Ga-bri-el to take me away.
Woah, I wanna fine young son, to take my place.
I'll leave my son in my heaven on earth with the good Lord's grace.
4: I'm gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
I'm gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
I'm gonna build a mountain, yeah, gonna see it through.
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make 'em both come true.
5: I'm gonna build a daydream, from a little hope.
I'm gonna push the daydream, up that mountain slope.
I'm gonna build a daydream, woah, I'm gonna see it through,
Gonna build a mountain and a daydream,
Gonna make 'em both come true.
6: I wanna build a heaven, as a will someday,
And the Lord sends Ga-bri-el to take me away.
I wanna fine young son, to take my place.
I'll leave my son in my heaven on earth, with the good Lord's grace.
I wanna fine young son, yeah, to take my place.
I'll leave my son in my heaven on earth, with the good Lord's grace.
Yea-eah.

. . .


Mike: Alright, and now, here he is, the hardest workin' man in show business, the man who brought you such hits as 'The Last Train To Clarksville', and 'I'm A Deceiver'. Columbia Pictures Corporation and Screen Gems is proud to present, His Royal Majesty, Micky 'James Brown' Dolenz! One, two, three, four!

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me-me-me-me-me

Oh, now she's my baby
Don't you understand?
I know, I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All over town
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me-me-me

And now baby
Oh yes indeed
I know I'm the kind of guy she needs

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me

She always answers
My beck and call
Every lovin' mama
Mama, she's so tall
I'd be so proud walkin' by her side
Couldn't get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me

Ah, now she's my baby
Don't you understand?
And I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me

She always answers
My beck and call
Every lovin' mama
Mama, she's so tall
I'd be so proud walkin' by her side
Couldn't get a better girl no matter how hard I tried

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
I got a woman
All over town
She's good to me
She's good to me

Now, she's my baby
Don't you understand?
I know, I know, I'm her lovin' man

I got a woman
All the time
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
Aww, I got to, got to
Good to me
She's good to me
She's good to me
Good to me

Let me hear you say "Yeah!"
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!...

Micky: Whoa!
Davy: Hello!... no shorts jokes, no short jokes!

. . .



I thought love was only true in fairy tales,
Meant for someone else, but not for me.
Oh, love was out to get me,
That's the way it seemed,
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.

I thought love was more or less a giving thing,
Seems the more I gave, the less I got.
Oh, what's the use in trying,
All you get is pain,
When I needed sunshine, I got rain.

Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.

Oh, well, all right.

Love was out to get me,
That's the way it seemed,
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.

Then I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love,
I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried.

Yes, I saw her face,
Now I'm a believer.
Not a trace,
Of doubt in my mind.
Said, i'm a believer, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!


. . .



She's a wonderful lady
And she's mine, all mine
And there doesn't seem a way
That she won't come and lose my mind
It's too easy humming songs
To a girl in a yellow dress
It's been a long time since the party
And the room is in a mess

The four kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk
And a valet at the door
He reminds me of a penguin
With few and plastered hair
There's talcum powder on the letter
And the birthday boy is there

Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Why don't you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?

Now they've darkened all the windows
And the seats are naugahide
I've been waiting for an hour
I can't find a place to hide
The being known as wondergirl
Is speaking, I believe
It's not easy trying to tell her
That I shortly have to leave

Why don't you be like me?
Why don't you stop and see?
Why don't you hate who I hate,
Kill who I kill to be free?

Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you live up there?
Why dodn't you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?

Why don't you be like me? (She's a wonderful lady)
Why don't you stop and see? (And she's mine, all mine)
Why don't you hate who I hate, (And there doesn't seem a way)
Kill who I kill to be free? (That she won't come and lose my mind)
Why don't you cut your hair? (It's too easy humming songs)
Why don't you live up there? (To a girl in a yellow dress)
Why don't you do what I do, (It's been a long time since the party)
See what I feel when I care? (And the room is in a mess)


. . .



I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone

You're trying to make your mark in society
You're using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes

I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone

Not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone

When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who

I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone

Not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone


. . .


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