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Lyrics

This One Ain't Listening To None

I remember when we were monkeys baby
swinging in the trees
I needed something to get us someplace
So I made a wheel
And rolled it until
It wouldn't stop spinning
Oh if looks could but kill
Then you plucked a bone
And carved out a phone
And from that day on wouldn't leave me alone

Oh, oh
The strange and absurd are the ones you ain't heard
Oh, oh
Talk to the sun
This one ain't listening to none

Oh it's been a month of Sundays baby
Got gospel in my ears
I needed something to get us someplace
So I made a harp
From beard-hair and bark
And wouldn't stop plucking til we turned into larks
Then high in the trees
With the creepy-crawlies
You bent my earhole for eternity

Oh,oh
The proudest and free are the ones who can see
Oh,oh
Talk to the sun
This one ain't listening to none
This one ain't listening to none
This one ain't listening to none