Fire coming out of the monkey’s head


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 camouflage, 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

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, 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

Its 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

And then came a sound, distant first, that grew into castrophany

So immense that 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

Oh, little town in the USA, 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? No

Fire Coming Out of the Monkey’s Head by Gorillaz

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