Tapioca Tundra

In honor of the recently departed Michael Nesmith, one of the Monkees' weirder songs.

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
Sunshine, rag time, 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 a part of you
     Posted By: Paul - Sun Dec 12, 2021
     Category: Fey, Twee, Whimsical, Naive and Sadsack | Music | Surrealism | 1960s

It sounds better than most of the offerings of the period.
Posted by KDP on 12/13/21 at 05:35 PM
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the Monkees were one of the most — if not *the* most — underrated bands of the 60s.
Posted by Brian on 12/14/21 at 12:56 PM
@Brian: once they started taking control for themselves, certainly.
Posted by Richard Bos on 12/18/21 at 09:05 AM
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