Tapioca Tundra
The Monkees Lyrics


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One, two, three, four, five
Four, three, two, one, zero
Ah-ah

Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded clues
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Careful plays on fields
That seems to vanish
When they're in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoes
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news
It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Well, Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease

Sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at ease

Silhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the news




It cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you

Overall Meaning

The Monkees’ song “Tapioca Tundra” speaks of loss and the pain that comes with it. The song is about a faded dream or memory that is now gone and cannot be a part of the singer’s life anymore because it is now a part of someone else’s life. The opening lines of “One, two, three, four, five, Four, three, two, one, zero, Ah-ah” sets the pace for the song and introduces a feeling of urgency that is felt throughout the song. The “reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme” could signify a time when life was more structured or reasoned, and this verse could represent the singer’s journey through that time. Losing oneself in other times could suggest that the singer is caught up in the past and is not willing to let go of what has been lost.


Line by Line Meaning

One, two, three, four, five
Counting up, starting anew


Four, three, two, one, zero
Counting down, nearing the end


Ah-ah
Vocalization, no specific meaning


Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Thoughtful words in different formats


Lose themselves in other times
Getting lost in memories


And waiting hopes cast silent spells
Hoping for something to happen


That speak in clouded clues
Messages that are not clear


It cannot be a part of me
I cannot take ownership of this


For now it's part of you
Someone else's possession at the moment


Careful plays on fields
Delicate actions in uncertain situations


That seems to vanish
Disappear without explanation


When they're in between
During the transitional moments


And softly as I walk away
Leaving without wanting to make a scene


In freshly tattered shoes
Brand new difficulties to face


Sunshine, ragtime
Bright and lively music


Blowing in the breeze
Drifting freely


Midnight, looks right
Feels appropriate at that late hour


Standing more at ease
Feeling more relaxed and comfortable


Silhouettes and figures stay
Images and memories remain


Close to what he had to say
Related to what he previously mentioned


And one more time the faded dream
Once again, the old hope is gone


Is saddened by the news
Feeling upset by what was heard




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Michael Nesmith

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Comments from YouTube:

Kim Cowan

I love that they used a version of this song in Better Call Saul tonight. It went with the episode perfectly. Great song.

La Guerra Contra El Silencio

It was Mike Nesmith’s original demo.

John Dow

That nearly brought a tear to my eye..the quiet R.I.P. to Nesmith on one of my favorite shows.. So well done..

Sunfleuria

@John Dow Agree <3

Steve Jones

Not just a version, but the original by the most wonderfully eloquent, overwhelmingly talented, master of prose and music - the beanie wearing beautiful Texan - Mike Nesmith!!❤

Violet. Senderhauf

I love the message of this song it pretty much states that the things you love become a part of you even though the people that made them lost interest or may no longer live. you can carry it with you into the future thank you so much Mike.

Joseph Guerra

I acknowledge genius...when I see😮...sorry ..hear IT..NeZ...❤

Adam Burns

RIP Mike Nesmith. Brilliant writer.

Jeffrey Johnson

This  is my second favorite Monkees song. Door into Summer is my favorite. Michael Nesmith is a truly talented lyric writer.

enoboye

I couldn't agree with you more, Jeffery. ! Same here. But Papa Gene's Blues still gets me to the core any time I hear it. Same with What Am I Doin' Hanging 'Round. Love this man!

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