Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head

Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head

Gorillaz

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 strange folk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
But no one noticed them, they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the happy folk were blind.

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

In time, strange folk 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 strange folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
And soon they began to mine the mountain,
Its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the happy folk 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 strange folk 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 happy folk felt fearful
For they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound. Distant first,
It grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.

O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now?

Written by ALBARN, DAMON/HEWLETT, JAMIE
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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