Alright, my name's Gary
Let's go, it's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
You know we don't like the army
What army?
Who cares what army?
Why do you kill all those kids over there in Vietnam?
Mad Viet Cong!
My brother died in Vietnam!
James Bond, who was he?
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it!
It's too loud for my ears.
Pussy galore's comin' down and we like it.
We don't like the atomic bomb.
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it…Stop it!
What's your meaning Larry?
Ahh, you think like I think!
You're a monk, I'm a monk, we're all monks!
Dave, Larry, Eddie, Roger, everybody, let's go!
It's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
Let's go, it's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
You know we don't like the army
What army?
Who cares what army?
Why do you kill all those kids over there in Vietnam?
Mad Viet Cong!
My brother died in Vietnam!
James Bond, who was he?
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it!
It's too loud for my ears.
Pussy galore's comin' down and we like it.
We don't like the atomic bomb.
Stop it, stop it, I don't like it…Stop it!
What's your meaning Larry?
Ahh, you think like I think!
You're a monk, I'm a monk, we're all monks!
Dave, Larry, Eddie, Roger, everybody, let's go!
It's beat time, it's hop time, it's monk time now!
inviata da Dead End - 21/6/2012 - 14:08
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Da “Black Monk Time” (1966), il primo ed unico album realizzato in studio da questa garage band americana di culto.
Al giovane amico Cesare, che oltre alla grande cultura musicale ha pure un cervello più analitico di uno scanner, è bastato un attimo per accorgersi che nel pur immenso database delle CCG/AWS mancano ancora alcune canzoni degne di nota, come per esempio questa dei Monks, cinque commilitoni (Gary Burger, Larry Clark, Eddie Shaw, Dave Day e Roger Johnston) cagati in qualche base americana in Germania che cominciarono ad esibirsi ad Amburgo - nello stesso locale che vide l’irresistibile ascesa dei Fab Four – e che dopo il congedo svilupparono un loro particolarissimo stile scenicamente “monastico”, letterariamente folle ed iconoclasta, musicalmente protopunk.
Grazie Cesare!