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Early Morning Blues and Greens
The Monkees Lyrics


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A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms my face
I'm disappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.

I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it's died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.

Overall Meaning

The Monkees's song "Early Morning Blues and Greens" nails the feeling of waking up in solitude and experiencing the slow, disconnected passage of time. This song is a brilliant ode to the complexities of feeling lonely and unanchored, and the lyrics just effortlessly sum up these sensations.


The lyrics describe the singer waking up early in the morning to the sound of birds chirping outside. He takes a moment to appreciate the peace and stillness of the early morning, along with the beauty of the natural world. However, the sense of tranquility is quickly overshadowed by a feeling of isolation and a sense of time slipping away, never to be regained. The singer is drinking coffee, trying to savor the moment but feels trapped in his own melancholy. He watches as the day begins and, just like the early morning mist, it drifts away, leaving him alone at night once again.


The song ends in a moving way that reinforces the feelings of solitude conveyed throughout. The singer reflects on his solitary existence as his shadow grows before him and fades into the firelight - an apt metaphor for the transience of life itself.


Line by Line Meaning

A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I can hear a bird chirping early in the morning, a mocking reminder that the sun is rising but I am still tired.


I wake as I have always done,
I wake up in the same way every day, like a habit that's hard to break.


To freshly scented sycamore
The scent of the sycamore tree nearby fills my senses, giving me a sense of freshness and newness in the morning.


And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
As I step onto the hardwood floor, I feel the coldness on my bare feet, a discomfort that reminds me of the harsh reality outside of my bed.


My steaming coffee warms my face
Having made myself coffee, I feel the warmth emanating from the mug as I bring it to my face.


I'm disappointed in the taste.
I realize that the coffee doesn't taste as good as I had hoped, causing me to feel let down.


But there's a peace the early brings
Despite the disappointment with the coffee, I know that there is a certain peace and tranquility that comes only in the early morning hours.


The morning world of growing things.
The morning brings with it a world of growth and potential, as the world is slowly waking up and beginning its day.


I feel the moments hurry on
I'm acutely aware of the passing of time, as if moments are slipping away from me too quickly.


It was today, it's died away,
I reflect on the fact that the day is already over, even though it feels like it just started.


And now it is forever gone.
Despite the fact that the day was short, it will never come back and is now gone forever.


And I will drink my coffee slow
To savor and appreciate the fleeting moments of the morning, I will drink my coffee slowly.


And I will watch my shadow grow
As the sun rises higher, my shadow will grow longer and stronger, a representation of the passage of time.


And disappear in firelight
As the sun sets and the day comes to an end, my shadow will disappear into the firelight, representing the end of another day.


And sleep alone again tonight.
As the day comes to a close, I am reminded that I will once again sleep alone tonight.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DIANE HILDERBRAND, JACK KELLER

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