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I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up
And get me out
Keep me walking
But never shout
Hold the secret close
I hear you say

You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you’re higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we’ll walk
Cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way
It twists and turns
Changing colour
Spinning yarns
You know the way
It leaves you dry
It cuts you up
And takes you high
You know the way
It’s painted gold
Is it honey
Is it cold
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
You know the way
It throws about
It takes you in
And spits you out
It spits you out
When you desire
To conquer it
To feel you’re higher
To follow it
You must be clean
With mistakes
That you do mean
Move the heart
Switch the pace
Look for what
Seems out of place

It’s o.k.
It goes this way
The line it twists
It twists away
Cuts you up
And spits you out
Keeps you walking
But never shout.

*lyrics by courtesy.. ty Peter

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Me and my monkey

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There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and rollerblades smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face)
He said ‘Son, you ever been to Vegas?’ I said ‘no’
He said ‘that’s where we’re gonna go - you need a change of pace’
And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said ‘I left my wallet in El Segondo’ and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if he’d take me and my monkey as well?
He looked in the passenger seat of my car and with a smile he said
‘If your monkey’s got that kind of money sir, then we’ve got a monkey bed!’

Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I’m hoping my monkey don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Butch and the Sundance Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the panoramic views like nothing you’d ever seen
before
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboon into my bedroom with three monkey whores
‘Hi! My name is Sunshine - these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah, they’ll rock your world’
So I watched pay-per-view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin’ old Kurt Cobain sing about lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
‘What’s up? You’d better get your ass in here boy, your monkey’s having too
much of a good time!’

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don’t point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy The Kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores, he couldn’t sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play black-jack, kept hitting twenty three
Couldn’t help but notice this mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey? I couldn’t be sure
It’s not like you’d never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don’t test my patience ‘cause we’re not about to run
That’s a bad ass monkey boy and he’s packing a gun
‘My name is Rodriguez’, he says with death in his eye
‘I’ve been chasing you for a long time amigos, and now your monkey’s gonna die!’

Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
We don’t wanna kill no Mexican
But we got ten itchy fingers
One thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare

Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican standoff here boy
huh…
And I ain’t about to run
Put your gun down boy
huh huh…
How did I get mixed up with this fucking monkey anyhow?

*by courtesy TY Robbie

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