Pj Harvey - The orange monkey

A ^Amrestlessness took ^Ghold my brain, and ^Fquestions I could ^Gnot hold back An ^Amorange monkey ^Gon a chain, ^Fon a bleak un^Geven track ^AmTold me that to ^Gunderstand, ^Fyou must travel ^Gback in time I ^Amtook a plane to a ^Gforeign land, and ^Fsaid, "I'll write down ^Gwhat I fi^Cnd" Ah-^Amah ^Gah, ah-^Amah ^Gah

Be^Amneath a mountain's ^Gjagged shelves, ^Fcloaked with snow and ^Gshadows sheer ^AmPlates tipped up u^Gpon themselves, the ^Fpain of fifty ^Gmillion years And ^Ammules and goats were ^Grunning wild, a ^Fhappy chaos ^Gcarried on And ^Amold men and the ^Gyoung boys smiled, and ^Fworked until the ^Gday was go^Cne Ah-^Amah ^Gah, ah-^Amah ^Gah

The ^Ampacks of sandy-^Gcolored dogs, walked ^Fstreets that looked like ^Gbuilding sites But ^Ampiles of rocks and ^Gdust and smog, could ^Fnot block out a ^Gdifferent light When ^AmI returned I ^Gran to meet, the ^Fmonkey but his ^Gface had changed He ^Amstood before me ^Gon two feet, the ^Ftrack was now a ^Gmotorw^Cay Ah-^Amah ^Gah, ah-^Amah ^Gah Ah-^Amah ^Gah, ah-^Amah ^Gah