Birds & Bees

The Birds, The Bees & The Monkees
Released 1968
Colgems
COM-108 (Rare...Last Mono Album)
COS-108 (Common...Stereo)

Auntie's Municipal Court
by Michael Nesmith & Keith Allison

Fine man, crazy man, he can't see,
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea,
Why do the people always look at me?
Nobody here to see
That we are you, we are you,
She's him, too, she's him, too,
Fine man, crazy man, he can't see,
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea, hummm, hummm.

Solid brass statuary guards the door,
Used to come as one, now comes as four,
Somebody here just sent four more,
Red and yellow cartoons saying
We need two, we need two,
More than you, more than you,
Solid brass statuary guards the door,
Used to come as one, now comes as four, hummm, hummm.

Somebody stole their mind,
Somebody stole their mind,
They say they can't find
What is kind, what is kind. (What is kind)

Somebody stole their mind,
Somebody stole their mind,
They say they can't find
What is kind, what is kind (What is kind)

Fine man, crazy man, he can't see,
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea,
Why do the people walk away from me?
Nobody here wants to see
That we are you, we are you,
She's him, too, she's him, too,
Fine man, crazy man, he can't see,
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea, hummm, hummm,
Sound of the sunset, sound of the sea, hummm, hummm.

Here we go again, here we go again...

Daydream Believer
by John Stewart

Chip:
7-A...

Davy:
What number is this, Chip?

Davy:
Okay, don't mean it, don't get excited, man...
It's 'cause I'm short, I know...

Oh, I could hide neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings,
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But, it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes,
My shaving razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed,
Now you know how happy I can be,
Whoa, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend,
But how much, baby, do we really need?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, sleepy Jean,
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

Dream World
by David Jones & Steve Pitts

Walking around with your head in the clouds, you don't care,
Why must you walk when you know you're not going anywhere?

Why don't you come out of your dream world, it's not real,
It's not the way it seems to be,
Why don't you come into the real world, come with me,
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams, you'll see.

Always pretending that everything's fine when it's not,
Oh, why do you lie when you know that you always get caught?

Why don't you come out of your dream world, it's not real,
It's not the way it seems to be,
Why don't you come into the real world, come with me,
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams, you'll see.

Why don't you come out of your dream world, it's not real,
It's not the way it seems to be,
Why don't you come into the real world, come with me,
We'll share our thoughts, forget the dreams, you'll see,
You'll see,
You'll see.

I'll Be Back Up On My Feet
by Sandy Linzer & Denny Randell

Girl, I know the grass is greener just around the bend,
Got to say goodbye, but don't you fear,
Though the road is dark and I might fail to find the end,
I won't disappear.

I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you,
I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Looking high and I'm looking low,
When I find my boots I know I got to go.

Maybe I will be a star, or maybe just a clown,
Girl, I'll never know until I try,
Maybe I will meet a girl who'll try to keep me down,
But you don't have to cry.

I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you,
I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Looking high and I'm looking low,
When I find my boots I know I got to go.

Maybe I will meet a girl who'll try to keep me down,
But you don't have to cry.

I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Chase the morning sun to find my one and only you,
I'll be back up on my feet,
I'll be back up on my feet,
Looking high and I'm looking low,
When I find my boots I know I got to go,
When I find my boots I know I got to go,
When I find my boots I know I got to go.

Magnolia Simms
by Michael Nesmith

(1-2-3...ahem...heh-heh, ah, it's one of those days...)

Love, to me, is blue-eyed and blonde,
Oh, that's sweet Magnolia,
Apple pie on the window still warm,
That's my sweet Magnolia.

Walking under a sky that's so blue,
After rain has fallen,
When she's walking so close by my side
My troubles seem to just run and hide.

Whoa, walking under a sky that's so blue,
After rain has fallen,
When she's walking so close by my side,
My troubles seem to just run and hide.

Magnolia Simms is my little doll,
I can't live without her,
For if she'd go, my world will just fall,
Stay with me, Magnolia.

P.O. Box 9847
by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart

Handsome, single, young man, well-respected in his town,
Seeks a fine, young lady from a similar background,
Generous, responsible, successful man of means,
Socialize with presidents and queens, reply:
P.O. Box 9847,
P.O. Box 9847,
I've described me very poorly, better try again.

Quiet, sincere, gentleman, well-rounded and mature,
Fond of music and the arts, loves the theater,
Educated, sensitive, a traveler of the world,
Wants to meet an eligible young girl, reply:
P.O. Box 9847,
P.O. Box 9847.

I've been writing, advertising, that's not really me.

Lonely, understanding man, affectionate and true,
Looking for a girl to share his dreams and make them true,
Humble, loving, sensitive, considerate and shy,
Only sincere ladies need reply, reply:
P.O. Box 9847,
P.O. Box 9847,
I'm not liking what I'm typing, throw it all away-ay.

Tapioca Tundra
by Michael Nesmith

Reasoned verse of prose or rhyme lose themselves in all good signs,
And waiting coats 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 seem 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.

The Girl I Left Behind Me
by Neil Sedaka & Carole Bayer

You told me not to try and tie you down,
So, I just took my place and hung around,
You always said that you must be free,
Well, you couldn't see you were losing me,
And messing up the one good thing we had.

And now I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
My heart is all I have to pack,
And this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.

I told myself that things would be okay,
You'd come around to my way, any day,
As time went on you just stayed the same,
No, you couldn't change or be rearranged,
I'm picking up the pieces of my life.

And now I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
My heart is all I have to pack,
And this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.

As time went on you just stayed the same,
No, you, you couldn't change or be rearranged,
I'm picking up the pieces of my life.

And now I'm going out the same way I came in,
The game is over now, I couldn't win,
My heart is all I have to pack,
And this time, girl, I won't be back,
And years from now I'll turn around and see
The girl I left behind me.

The Poster
by David Jones & Steve Pitts

"The circus is coming to town!", it said on the poster,
"Get your tickets now, before it's too late!",
A dancing bear and a circus clown, it's so funny,
Whoa, I can't wait to see everything there.

I feel like I'm already there,
I must see her fly through the air.

Horses running round and round in a circle,
I can't wait to see everything there,
I wonder if it's just like they say on the poster,
If it is, I know I will be there.

I feel like I'm already there,
I must see her fly through the air,
I feel like I'm already there,
I must see her fly through the air.

Valleri
by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart

Valleri,
I love my Valleri.

There's a girl I know,
Who makes me feel so good,
And I wouldn't live without her,
Even if I could.

They call her Valleri,
I love my Valleri.

She's the same little girl who used to
Hang around my door,
But she sure looks different than
The way she looked before.

I call her Valleri,
I love my Valleri.

I love my Valleri,
I need her, Valleri.

We Were Made For Each Other
by Carole Bayer & George Fischoff

I wanted you from the first day I saw you,
First day I looked into your eyes,
That's when I knew that I would adore you,
It was no surprise.

We were made for each other,
As the stars were made for the sky,
We were made for each other,
No other love have I.

You took my hand, was it then you had known it?
Is that when you started loving me?
Was it the way I smiled that had shown it?
Was that the day you could see?

We were made for each other,
As the stars were made for the sky,
We were made for each other,
No other love have I.

We were made for each other,
As the stars are made for the sky,
We were made for each other,
No other love have I.

Writing Wrongs
by Michael Nesmith

Did you know the water's turning yellow?
Have you heard the sky was falling down?
Did you see that guy fall out the window?
Did you know the circus was the town?

Have you heard about Bill Chamber's mother?
She said a woman's work is never done,
And, oh yes, about that yellow water,
Have you noticed the color of the sun?

You have a way
Of making everything you say seem unreal,
Are you aware
That the people who care the most lay stainless steel?

Well, I hope you finally got my letter,
It should have come about this time last year,
And I hope Bill Chamber's mother's better,
Oh, dear, the moon just disappeared.

You have a way
Of making everything you say seem unreal,
Are you aware
That the people who care the most lay stainless steel?

Zor And Zam
by Bill Chadwick & John Chadwick

The King of Zor,
He called for a war,
And the King of Zam, he answered,
They fashioned their weapons one upon one,
Ton upon ton,
They called for war at the rise of the sun.

Out went the call,
To one and to all,
That echoed and rolled like the thunder,
Trumpets and drums, roar upon roar,
More upon more,
Rolling the call of: "Come now, to war!"

Throughout the night
They fashioned their might,
With right on the side of the mighty,
They puzzled their minds, plan upon plan,
Man upon man,
And at dying of dawn the great war began.

They met on the battlefield, banner in hand,
They looked out across the vacant land,
And they counted the missing, one upon one,
None upon none,
The war it was over before it begun.

Two little kings playing a game,
They gave a war and nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
Nobody came.