I finally finished a song I've been working on for what seems like forever . . . it's about the primitive anger and frustration that's lurking just below the surface of modern life, the feeling that sometimes-- even though it's not appropriate-- you just want to throw shit around and rant and rave, for the stupidest reasons: you're behind a garbage truck and you can't pass it and it smells, or you have to put the laundry away, or it's your turn to cook dinner and you bought shrimp that haven't been deveined . . . anyway, it's called
"Monkey Mind," because all the great bands have a songs with "monkey" in the title.
Call monkey going to heaven
ReplyDeletemonkey man
everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey
shock the monkey
brass monkey
Tweeter and the monkey man
No idea why the voice recognition part of my phone likes to insert the word Call before a lot of my text
ReplyDeleteThat second comment clarifies my confusion with the first.
ReplyDeleteA call monkey is like a call girl.
ReplyDeleteShe WISHES she were going to heaven.
That was me being facetious. I actually have no judgment where hooking is concerned. While I steer clear, I endorse a free market economy with no restrictions for the oldest profession.
ReplyDeleteEMT! The market has perfect information.
ReplyDeletei like the message reminder "call monkey going to heaven"
ReplyDeletesee you guys soon!
i read 'journey to the west' about the monkey king in a chinese literature class at w&m. it obviously stuck with me.
ReplyDeleteAnd i clearly told my phone Monkey Gone to Heaven. Maybe the next OS update.
ReplyDeleteWell done Dave, good song.
ReplyDeletethanks! someday professor truck will have to collaborate with beauregard
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