Monkey Riches

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"Monkey Riches"
track 8 from Centipede Hz (2012)
by Animal Collective

Length: 6:46
First played: April 2011 (initial Centipede Hz tour)
Alternate titles: Pulse, Knock You Down [pre-release fan titles]
Alternate lyrics: original 2011 lyrics
Tablature: actabs
Music video: YouTube, YouTube (CHz Radio)

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Lately I need a better plan
I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands
'Cause I have been a cerebral spouse
And my head wants to go into the emerald house

And I want to look out
I don't want to bail out
And I want to help out
I don't want to nod out

And I want to help out
I don't want to bail out
And I want to look out
I don't want to nod out

I don't want to knock you down

But why am I still looking for a golden age?
Tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?

I make a monkey wretch
I make a monkey rich

And lately I want to be in my heart
But where exactly is my heart and where does it start?
Don't want that Tylenol
Can I sing and make waves without crushing clams?
I can help the little things but I have big plans
Don't want that Tylenol

So I want to look out
I don't want to bail out
And I want to help out
I don't want to nod out

And I want to look out
I don't want to let out
And I want to help out
I don't want to nod out

I don't want to knock you down

But why am I still looking for a golden age?
Tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost anyone?

I make a monkey wretch
I make a monkey rich

Why am I still looking for a golden age?
Tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are spirits floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone?

I make a monkey wretch
I make a monkey rich