Gorillaz - Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey’s Head/n
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Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,/n
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,/n
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,/n
obscured as it was by great clouds./n
Here they played out their peaceful lives,/n
innocent of the litany of excess and violence/n
that was growing in the world below./n
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain/n
called Monkey was enough./n
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town./n
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,/n
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows./n
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,/n
the Happyfolk were blind./n
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Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes/n
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home/n
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head/n
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,/n
the dance of the dead,/n
the dance of the dead/n
/n
In time, Strangefolk found their way/n
into the high reaches of the mountain,/n
and it was there that they found/n
the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty./n
By chance, they stumbled upon/n
the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest./n
The Strangefolk,/n
they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,/n
and soon they began to mine the mountain,/n
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world./n
Meanwhile, down in the town,/n
the Happyfolk slept restlessly,/n
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures/n
digging away at their souls./n
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain./n
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?/n
And as the Strangefolk mined/n
deeper and deeper into the mountain,/n
holes began to appear,/n
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind/n
that chilled the very soul of them up./n
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful/n
for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir/n
from its deep sleep./n
And then came a sound./n
Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense/n
it could be heard far away in space./n
There were no screams. There was no time./n
The mountain called Monkey had spoken./n
There was only fire. And then, nothing./n
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O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see/n
There’s nothing you believe you want/n
But where were you when it all came down on me?/n
Did you call me now?
Gorillaz - Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey’s Head/n
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Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,/n
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,/n
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,/n
obscured as it was by great clouds./n
Here they played out their peaceful lives,/n
innocent of the litany of excess and violence/n
that was growing in the world below./n
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain/n
called Monkey was enough./n
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town./n
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,/n
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows./n
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,/n
the Happyfolk were blind./n
/n
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes/n
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home/n
Jump back from behind them and shoot them in the head/n
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,/n
the dance of the dead,/n
the dance of the dead/n
/n
In time, Strangefolk found their way/n
into the high reaches of the mountain,/n
and it was there that they found/n
the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty./n
By chance, they stumbled upon/n
the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest./n
The Strangefolk,/n
they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,/n
and soon they began to mine the mountain,/n
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world./n
Meanwhile, down in the town,/n
the Happyfolk slept restlessly,/n
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures/n
digging away at their souls./n
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain./n
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?/n
And as the Strangefolk mined/n
deeper and deeper into the mountain,/n
holes began to appear,/n
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind/n
that chilled the very soul of them up./n
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful/n
for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir/n
from its deep sleep./n
And then came a sound./n
Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense/n
it could be heard far away in space./n
There were no screams. There was no time./n
The mountain called Monkey had spoken./n
There was only fire. And then, nothing./n
/n
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see/n
There’s nothing you believe you want/n
But where were you when it all came down on me?/n
Did you call me now?
