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  1. From Monkey To Man

From the album Letting Go

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From Monkey to Man (4:05)

© Daithi Rua: Lyrics adapted from
the Monkey to Man poem.
IMRO/MCPS

Studio’s:

Recorded in Omni Sound Studios, Nashville Tennessee in october 2017.
Overdubs in Dog Den Studio, Nashville, Tennessee.
Additional overdubs in Good Luck Studio, Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Mixed in Dog Den Studio, Nashville Tennessee.
Tracking Engineer: Rory Rositas.
Over-dub engineering by Bill McDermott, Rory Rositas, Brenden Bernhardt and Wyatt Easterling.
Strings arrangements, like the violin/strings on That’s Freedom, are arranged by David Henry in True Tone Recording.

Musicians:

Acoustic guitar, classical and bouzouki: Michael Spriggs.
Electric guitar: Mike Durham.
Electric bass: Jim “Bevis” Hyatt and Dave Francis on upright bass.
Drums: Wayne Killius.
Piano and keyboards: Billy Nobel.
Lead acoustic guitar on 50 Years: Bill McDermott.

Guest artists:

Lisa Brokop, Robby Hecht, Paul Jefferson and Wyatt Easterling.

Produced by Wyatt Easterling for Wyatt Easterling Productions

Photos album cover: Richard Beukelaar

For more information please visit Clé Music at www.clementine.fm

Lyrics

From Monkey to Man (4:05)

Three monkeys sat on a coconut tree.
Hanging around if you know what I mean.
Said one of these monkeys, now listen you two:
There are certain rumours that just can’t be true.
That man had descended from our noble race.
Now the very idea is a total disgrace.

Brothers there are some things monkeys won’t
do: Listen a while and I’ll tell you its true.
A monkey would never go beating his wife.
Starving her children or ruining their lives.
And who ever heard of a mother monkey,
leaving her children alone and in need?

Would a monkey for gain or pure selfish greed,
build a tall fence round a coconut tree?
Sit and watch as the fruits of the God’s go to
waste, not giving his brothers one single taste.
If I’d built a fence surely it’s plain to see,
starvation would soon see you stealing from me.

Another thing, friends, that a monkey won’t do.
Is go out at night and get in a stew.
Or use a gun or a bomb or a knife,
To take another poor monkey’s life.
Yes, man had descended that confounded
curse, but brothers he did not descend from us.

© Daithi Rua: Lyrics adapted from
the Monkey to Man poem.
IMRO/MCPS