the monkees, “tapioca tundra,”
from: The birds, the bees and the monkees, 1968
Comparison shopping with a couple looks @ the unbridled enthusiasm of Mike Nesmith. Grade A instrumental guitar hook/repeating bridge within. And one illuminating singer as the ballad version attests. Among the finest country rock players of the 60’s.
“One, two, three, four, five
Four, three, two, one, zero
Ah-ah
Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it’s part of you
Careful plays on fields
That seems to vanish
When they’re in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me
For now it’s part of you
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it’s part of you
Well, Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease
Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it’s part of you
”
Mr. Nesmith’s classic p cap
Nesmith was also king of the mutton chops