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.."I think I'm sophisticated 'cause I'm living my life
Like a good homo sapiens
But all around me everybody's multiplying and
They're walking round like flies man
So I'm no better than the animals sitting
In the cages in the zoo man
'Cause compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an apeman
I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized
'Cause I'm a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I don't feel safe in this world no more
I don't want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman...
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodoo man, oh I'm an apeman
'Cause compared to the sun that sits in the sky
Compared to the clouds as they roll by
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies I am an apeman
In man's evolution he's created the city
And the motor traffic rumble
But give me half a chance and I'd be taking off my clothes
And living in the jungle
'Cause the only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in the coconut trees
Oh what a life of luxury to be like an apeman...
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodoo man, oh I'm an apeman
I look out the window but I can't see the sky
The air pollution is a-fogging eyes
I want to get out of this city alive and make like an apeman
Oh come on and love me, be my apeman girl
And we'll be so happy in my apeman world..
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodoo man, oh I'm an apeman
I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane
I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane
We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day, just like an apeman
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodoo man, oh I'm an apeman...
I don't feel safe in this world no more
I don't want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman"
Nice
Fiddle de do..fiddle de dum...can we fiddle while we chew gum ...yes!
Lets get a monkey chant going
Ooh .
OOH.
Ahh.
You aint just a ape man buttttt.
You are a( great ape ) man.
And putting in the words( great ape man ) fits that song tune.
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@Deb-8-a-bull
Monkeys on stage doing ......' Athiest's Don't Have No Songs '... ' and watch football in their underpants '....
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@ebuc
You, me, RM, Deb-8-a-bull, and Mps1213 should record a video of us singing that song.
I look just like Steve Martin.
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@FLRW
You, me, RM, Deb-8-a-bull, and Mps1213 should record a video of us singing that song.I look just like Steve Martin.
Is RM still here? Haven't seen him post in a week or so? If you saw the initial music vid in this thread Ice Ice It Baby, then I identify RM with that vid. Maybe not.
What vid Poetry in Motion can we assign to FLRW? Go to 2:25 > and ask your self if your are akin to Bob Dylan in a song that he wrote, and Jimi Hendrix made famous.
Here is a version done on an Asian instrument
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOKZxQDcjpY
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@Deb-8-a-bull
Time Stamp 2:47.....watch football in their underpants....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmwAD7nHqaY
Steve Martin and his merry band of Deep Canyon Rangers
16 days later
lol
11 days later
41 days later
I am a poet and one of my poems was printed nationally
Dry Oasis
I fear a wintry wind on a hot summery day
Or buzzards perched on vibrant Queen Palm fronds
I dread the love songs that evoke a painful teardrop fall
Or counterfeit smiles that stab the faithful breast
I cry at lustful kisses by tainted shrews
Or with ambitious portraits the sightless draw
I cower from lonely ghosts with discontented dreams
Or penned souls that will never soar
I tremble at falsified images of purest love
Or at lifelong fantasies that erode the stainless heart
I shake with breathless fear of true betrayal
Or glorified promises built on a swampy bog
I dismay to witness speedy steeds on cemented floors
Or verdant trails glittering behind securely locked doors
I crumble at ceremonius weddings of faultily paired couples
Or whimsical goals that boisterously attest eternal vows
I weep at the dry oasis amid the lushy landscaped garden
That decries the broken dreams my mortality once endured
I bemoan the rebuilt affiliations of second-hand encounters
As the only living remnants that withstood the carnage of my soul
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@Luckyone
I bemoan the rebuilt affiliations of second-hand encountersAs the only living remnants that withstood the carnage of my soul
I read Conan books in my teens. Death Song of Conan Cimmerian
“The road was long and the road was hardAnd the sky was cold and grey:
The dead white moon was a frozen shardIn the dim pale dawn of day:
But thief and harlot, king and guard --Warrior, wizard, knave and bard --Rode with me all the way.
The wind was sharp as a whetted knifeAs it blew from the wet salt seas;
The storm wind stirred to a ghostly lifeThe gaunt black skeletal trees:
But I drank the foaming wine of life --Wine of plunder and lust and strife --Down to the bitter lees.
A boy, from the savage north I cameTo cities of silk and sin.
With torch and steel, in blood and flame,I won what a man may win:
Aye, gambled and won at the Devil’s game --Splendor and glory and glittering fame --
And mocked at Death’s skull-grin.
And there were foeman to fight and slayAnd friends to love and trust:
And crowns to conquer and toss awayAnd lips to taste with lust:
And songs to keep black night at bay -- And wine to swill to the break of day --
What matter the end be dust?
I’ve won my share of your gems and gold,They crumble into clods:
I’ve gorged on the best that life can holdAnd Devil take the odds.
The grave is deep and the night is cold --The world’s a skull-full of stinking mould --
And I laugh at your little gods!
The lean road slunk through a blasted landWhere the earth was parched and black,But we were a marry, jesting bandWho asked no easier track:Rouge and reaver and firebrand --And life rode laughing at my hand --And Death rode at my back.
The road was dusty and harsh and long,Crom, but a man gets dry!I’m old and weary and Death is strongBut flesh was born to die.Hai,Gods! But it was a merry throng --Rode by my side with jest and song --Under an empty sky.
I’ve heard fat, cunning priestlings tellHow damned souls writhe and moan,
That paradise they can buy and sellFor gold and gold alone.
To the flames with scripture and priest as well --I’ll stride down the scarlet throat of Hell --
And dice for the Devil’s throne!
I faced life boldly and unafraid,Should I flinch as Death draws near?
Life’s but a game Death and I have playedMany a wearisome year.
Hai! to the gallant friends I made,Slave and swordsman and lissome maid --I begrudge no foot of the road I strayed --The road which endeth HERE!”