CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Orange Monkey (Demo)
A restlessness took hold my brain
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track
Told me that to understand
You must travel back in time
So, I took a plane to a foreign land
And began a strange and distant climb
I met a tribe based in the South
Where people lived quite differently
Although their living was hand to mouth
The poor seemed rich and rich seemed poor
And mules and chimps were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone
And packs of sandy-coloured dogs
Roamed streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light
When I returned, I ran to meet
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway
The track was now a motorway
And questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
On a bleak uneven track
Told me that to understand
You must travel back in time
So, I took a plane to a foreign land
And began a strange and distant climb
I met a tribe based in the South
Where people lived quite differently
Although their living was hand to mouth
The poor seemed rich and rich seemed poor
And mules and chimps were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
And old men and the young boys smiled
And worked until the day was gone
And packs of sandy-coloured dogs
Roamed streets that looked like building sites
But piles of rocks and dust and smog
Could not block out a different light
When I returned, I ran to meet
The monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway
The track was now a motorway
