When I was a kid (eight or so, maybe), my Dad told me once while at the record store that he wasn’t buying me a Monkees album with his effin’ money because their music was junk and trash and then he goes off and buys Elton John, The Guess Who and Jethro Tull for his collection.. Not that those musical artists were junky trash but it sure sucked being underage and unemployable and looking at those shiny and colorful Monkees albums and knowing my chances of getting one were about as good as a snowball surviving five minutes in Death Valley, California, in the middle of August.

And I got stuck listening to nothing but AM radio, except… 

The way I got my Monkees fix was a kindly neighbor kid who, like me, was a rabid Monkee’s fan but at least her Dad didn’t consider the Monkees music trash and would buy her every album the Monkees ever recorded. Thanks Suzie for the long Saturday afternoons playing Monkees albums!

Darkened rolling figures move thru’ prisms of no color.
Hand in hand, they walk the night,
But never know each other.
Passioned pastel neon lights light up the jeweled trav’ler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams,
Find questions, but no answers.

Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouette down palsied paths
With pennies for the vendor.
Salvation’s yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer.
And once again such anxious men
Find questions, but no answers.

The night has gone and taken it’s infractions,
While saddened eyes hope there will be a next one.

Sahara signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly.
And mountain sides put arms around
The unsuspecting city.
Second hands that minds have slowed are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who’s found
The questions, but no answers.

Artist: The Monkees
Album: Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd.
Release Date: 1967

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