I'm a believer!

Oh pick it Luther

Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul.

Take the last train to Clarksville

I'm a believer!

Davey jones{who sing's this},is only five feet,three inches,tall!

"charcoal burning", every-which way, is pollution!, just awful!, it should be re-titled"another unpleasant valley sunday"

They just repeat the refrain over and over and over.

The Monkees have been described as the American equivalent of the Beattles.Dont know much about anything else they wrote,but Daydream Believer reads like their equivalent of their British counterparts' infamous forays into the idiotic.About all I can make out from this is that we have here,to borrow that well worn phrase,one crazy,mixed up kid,or should that be two?He would appear to be jobless from the line above,but says that that means nothing to him and his girl,as he's basically a daydreamer and her a homecoming queen.Try getting your head around that statement of total absurdity.People may think I invoke the dope smoking reference a little too often in my comments,but seriously guys,with these odd creatures being presented in such numbers,there aren't many other conclusions to be safely drawn.I'd bet a month's wages that the two wierdos in Daydream believer have been smoking like factory chimnies.God knows how they're getting their fixes however,because they're both penniless.Actually we appear to have not just one but two doped up daydreamers on offer here,as he's referring to the girl as sleepy Jean.She would seem though to have,at least,a few more brain cells than him,if his telling her to cheer up betokens some slight discontent with this penniless,drug soaked wonderful existance he's extolling.He speaks of having to rise early in the morning-One might wonder why,since there's no particular reason-Unless,perhaps it's to welcome back that homecoming queen of his-Had she been off smoking with some other crazed loser for a week's break or something?Let's face it guys,if talented people have nothing better to do with their art than write and prattle the geatest pile of cack imaginable with it,then forgive the rest of us percieved lesser mortals if we weave the only possible conclusions as to what they're on about.It's a very sad comment on decades of song that so much time,money and sheer,hard graft was wasted by the stupid on what now looks to have been quite a lot of the entire output.

I like The Monkees, but I don't think a manufactured novelty band should be claiming to speak for a generation.

Even with the accent, that's pushing it.

Davy Jones, the youngest of them, is nearly sixty as of this writing.

E.M.I. Records

Another Pre-fab four hit written by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart.

So, opens the first #1 song from the Pre-fab four. Written by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart.

Fire Everywhere? Better evacuate!

charcoal burning,in the,air is pollution!,and this,song is making,it sound like,"FUN"!

an exciting song, about lie's being told, by a scorned woman, to get revenge on, her ex.