“Monkey in a Suit” (links to the bandcamp page with download link.)

Hey guys I made a song last night.

You know, me and my preoccupation with sex and sex biology and evolutionary psychology and sexology and mating rituals and primates. It’s about a few of those things.

Vocals are shoddy, but I give no fuck.* I don’t sing to please the ear, I sing to please the MIND.

Reblog it if you like it, reblog it twice if you hate it.

A song about love and chimps.
Produced in just under 5 hours in GarageBand.

Lyrics:

Me
Tarzan, you Jane.
It’s built into my brain.
Can you feel my pain?

When
We’re alone, god knows
Serotonin flows
From my head down to my toes.

I,
Phasianidae,
Have to put on a display
To make you look my way.

But
If my plumage isn’t right,
Then I’ll watch you spend the night
With another troglodyte.


Because a part of my brain thinks I’m just a six foot chimp
been stuffed into pants and a shirt.
I can hunt and I can gather and build you a shelter,
but nature didn’t teach me to flirt.

Everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants some eyes to stare into
Fingertips to offer their skin to

Everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants a body to cling to
Everyone one wants somebody to sing to

La la la la la al la

Pale
Monkey in a suit,
Domesticated brute,
Doesn’t she look cute?

You
are Adam, she is Eve,
And you’re both a bit naive,
So take a bite and take your leave.


You can pretend to be civil
till your fur and tail shrivel away.
You can pretend you know better,
You can leave and just forget her, or hey,
You can ask her to play.

Cause everybody’s heart’s on fire
Everybody’s filled with desire
Everyone wants some eyes to stare into
Fingertips to offer their skin to

Cause everybody’s heart’s on fire
All around you consumed with desire
Everyone wants a body to cling to
Everyone one wants somebody to sing to

Me
Tarzan, you Jane.
It’s built into my brain.
Can you feel my pain?

When
We’re alone, god knows
Serotonin flows
From my head down to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.
From my head to my toes.

Like foaming Drain-O,
Like a science fair Volcano,
You say “li-bie-do” I say libido
You say tomato, I say libido

You put libido in a tuxedo.

You’re a libido in a tuxedo.

* I might re-record them sometime when my housemates aren’t asleep and I’m not singing under a blanket on my bed.