Monkees
"Daily Nightly"
by Mike Nesmith
Dark and rolling figures move
Through prisms of no color.
Hand in hand they walk the night
But never know each other.
Passion passed in neon lights
Light up the jewelled traveler,
Lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams
Find questions
but no answer.
Startled eyes that sometimes see
Phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouette down palmsied paths,
With pennies for the vendor.
Salvation tears [???] but just in time
It takes to pay the dancer.
Once again, such anxious men
Find questions
but no answers.
The night has gone
And taken its infraction
While red-rimmed [???] eyes
Hope there will be a next one...
Terror signs look down upon
A world that glitters glibly
And mountainsides put arms around
The unsuspecting city.
Secondhands in minds of slow
Are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who's found
The questions
but no answer...
--The Monkees, 1967
from "Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones, Ltd."
Transcribed by bias1863@jade.saintmarys.edu
[Does anyone know the questioned lyrics? If so, please email
bias1863@jade.saintmarys.edu (August or later) or
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Our Song lyrics I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart I look around, turn the radio down He says baby is something wrong? I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song And he says... [Chorus:] Our song is the slamming screen door, Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window When we're on the phone and you talk real slow Cause it's late and your mama don't know Our song is the way you laugh The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have" And when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day Had gone all wrong and been trampled on And lost and thrown away Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the roses And the note that said... [Repeat Chorus] I've heard every album, listened to the radio...
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