paroles de chanson The Orange Monkey - Demo - PJ Harvey

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 by different law
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 up right upon the street
The track was now a motorway

The track was now a motorway