Текст песни
[Gorillaz feat. Dennis Hopper]
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town
where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existance
a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess
and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit
of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses,
but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes,
the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way
into the high reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves
of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon
the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk,
they coveted the jewels
in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain,
its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town,
the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures
digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake
and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined
deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear,
bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
that chilled the very soul of them up.
For the first time,
the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon
the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound.
Distant first, it grew into castrophany
so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams.
There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.
O little town U.S.A, the time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me? No
