I've been against doing crap like this for so long, but at least I'm putting it behind a LJ cut.
This was just so cool, I had to share with everyone who hadn't heard it.
Only the indented part is sung, the rest is just a huge monologue, as read by Dennis Hopper.
"Fire coming out of a Monkey's Head", from the new Gorillaz album, "Demon Days"
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happy Folk lived. There bare existence 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, Strange Folk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, and no one noticed them. They only saw shadows. You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happy Folk were blind.
Fallin' out of aeroplanes and hidin' out in holes
Waitin' for the sunset to come, people goin' 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, the Strange Folk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable serenity and beauty. By chance, they had stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The Strange Folk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich zeen fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happy Folk 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 Strange Folk 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 the Monkey. For the first time, the Happy Folk felt fearful, for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
Then there came a sound. Distant at first, then grew into cacophony so immense that 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.