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“The Monkey’s Tale”
Lyrics by Kevin Bowen
Music by Kevin Bowen
© 2011 By Kevin Bowen. All Rights Reserved.

Now please don’t you pity
Those who sing for their meal
For the world makes you beg
Makes you borrow and steal
Then maybe the moral,
The only thing real,
Is our act in this show
Never ending?

(Verse 1)
Once a grinder survived
By his wits on the street
And his monkey would dance
For the people they’d meet
Who might give them money
Or throw them a treat
For they lived off the warmth
Of their brothers

(Verse 2)
Now the writer told stories
That people could see
And the singer made music
To set them all free
But the monkey seemed crazy
And who wouldn’t be
She was drowning in their
Good intentions

(Verse 3)
For the writer was busy
Constructing his tale
And the singer sang songs
That he knew wouldn’t fail
But the grinder was worried
His monkey seemed frail
As she lay on the poor
Fellows’ organ


(Verse 4)
So the writer stopped writing
He put down his pen
Then the singer stopped singing
Would he dare sing again?
Did the actors all know
They had just lost a friend?
For the show wasn’t done,
It was over.

(Verse 5)
For the singer was careless
'Till he made the mistake
Of thinking that love is
A road that you take
But the writer grew weary
And left for the lake
And the lines that they’d drawn
Were now broken

(Verse 6)
Now the monkey grew weaker,
Accepting her fate
And the grinder was fed
With the crumbs from his plate.
When they went for the shelter,
They started too late
So the monkey fell ill
As they wandered


(Verse 7)
When the singer ceased dreaming
Those thoughts in his head
The writer was calmly
Asleep in his bed
But the audience found out
The monkey was dead
When the organ grinder
Was in mourning

(Verse 8)
So the monkey was buried
Along with her cup
And the actors kept trying
To give themselves up
‘Till the grinder was screaming
“’Tis art that corrupts!”
But the audience now
Was dis-forming


So please don’t you pity
Those who sing for their meal
For the world makes you beg
Makes you borrow and steal
Then maybe the moral is:

“Try not to feel
All the pain
That becomes
Ones’ descending?”
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Uploaded: Jul 08, 2012 - 09:57:46 AM
Last Updated: Aug 06, 2015 - 07:40:06 AM Last Played: Jan 22, 2018 - 06:25:19 PM
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Char said 2201 days ago (July 8th, 2012)
Takes me back.
Great sound. Some terrific harmonica.
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egobandit said 2201 days ago (July 8th, 2012)
Dancing Monkey
Dig the harp, I like the phrasing in your singing, a great story
I agree with Char takes you back
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SondheimSteamroller said 2200 days ago (July 9th, 2012)
Thanks for the listen and feedback!
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Feter said 2201 days ago (July 8th, 2012)
The Monkey's Tale
This song brought back to me lot of memories ,it reminds me of Donovan(one of my most favorites) ..great Folk tune vocal and harmonica ...loved the lyrics .Thanks a lot for sharing !!
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Name: Kevin Bowen
Location: Minnesota United States
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In the summer of 2011, I was having a conversation with a director who was producing a musical I had written, and he was telling me about another play he was developing about high school students. I suggested he incorporate one scene where the studen... [see more]

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