Category: lyrics

  • I am a Monkey

    I am a Monkey
    Doing the Monkey's Game
    Selling one thing to another
    Climbing up the ladder
    Sliding down the Poll
    Giving love and time

    I am the Monkey
    Playing the Monkey's game

    My mind stops and ask me
    What is there
    Just putting food in my mouth
    and trying to be honest
    That faction between
    What is known and what is not

    I am the Monkey
    Playing the Monkey's game

    Talking about this and that
    I am on an adventure
    Someone is always thinking
    That they can predict the future
    Were not that special
    Slowly understanding this, unless

    I am the Monkey
    Playing the Monkey's game

    © Cousin Lee 2026

    Coming soon on the new album ‘Expecting’

  • Before something happened to them

    It’s a script, a play

    That they write that they are thinking about

    what they want

    Everywhere it was sent

    by the people that roam free

    Before something happened to them

    Tik Tok Tok Tik

    Where does one stand

    At this point, place and time

    I ain’t brain dead, but I am not productive

    had to pull the chain

    become a little remote

    Before something happened

    Don’t want no other voice

    I know this is going to be hard

    I write it all again

    Focus Ken it can mend

    One should write

    Do what you love before something happened again

    © Cousin Lee 2026

    Coming soon on the new album ‘Expecting’

  • How will it look

    How will it look

    Tomorrow when we are gone

    Will it look better or worse

    For what we did

    How Will it look
    If everything is clear
    No mud to complicate it
    What you noted

    How will it look
    If their story is not told
    The other side
    Will you care

    Perhaps there is something more
    After the store is empty
    When we are hungry
    and in need of comfort

    How will it look
    If you could see it backwards
    Word the words get in the way
    would love fade away

    How will it look
    if we don’t do anything
    Let it die and rot
    bury it beneath the moss covered stones

    How will it look
    To you and me
    if you don’t love me anymore
    because I made stand

    Perhaps there is something more
    After the store is empty
    When we are hungry
    and in need of comfort

    © Cousin Lee 2026

    Coming soon on the new album ‘Expecting’

  • Riding up that Hill

    Last Year it was ‘Winter is coming’ this year it is ‘Riding up that Hill’ to be performed at the Guild

    I am riding up that hill
    My eyes are open wide
    I can't wait to see you
    The road has been so very long

    I see you
    MY children and loved ones
    Still I am riding up that hill
    I have loved you now and forever

    Riding and Riding Riding
    Across the country
    My circle is almost complete
    I want to be there today

    Not sure what is understood
    I Know what I know
    Still I am riding up that hill
    In pursuit of what i already know

    Climbing up each step
    my arms are open wide
    Riding to see you today
    I want to be there be there today

    © Cousin Lee 2026

    Coming soon on the new album 'Expecting'


  • Hold On To Your Dreams

    Hold On To Your Dreams (Lyrics & Music by S Mc Hillbilly & Cousin Lee)

    [Verse 1]

    Hold On To Your Dreams,
    For this world is not what it seems
    There are drug dealers, mind stealers Petty thieves and potato peelers
    So hold on to your dreams

    [Verse 2]

    For the streets in this world can be mean,
    You can get coffee without cream You could be cursed by a college dean,
    There are in-betweens and sights unseen If you come clean and be a jolly old bean,
    You can hold on to your dreams

    [Chorus/Outro]
    Nobody knows what this life means,
    But there sure are things in this life obscene,
    There is S Mc Hillbilly & Augustus Goster going ’round singing songs absurdly silly,
    So hold on to your dreams

  • Choo Choo Choo Choo

    One two three here I came

    Five six seven eight for some more

    Nine ten eleven twelve, there is no floor

     

     

    American politics and law

    Autumn leaves and flowers in the fall

    Something that I can’t touch

    I am lost and in between

     

    I wish I was a bird swooping 

    choo choo choo choo

     

    Oh you don’t understand, do you

    I am all alone, far from here

    I try not to frown

    Still I am going down the pole

     

    Reason things are there

    choo choo choo choo

     

    Hey, let’s stay out late

    It will be just you and whoever

    Aah ‘ll pick you up at nine

    It is black and white, I am in line

     

    I am lover, not a fighter

    choo choo choo choo

     

    One two three here I came

    five six seven eight for some more

    nine ten eleven twelve let’s go

    Words and Music By Cousin Lee © 1993

  • In the Evening



    In the evening what you have to do:
    Accept the reality of what has happened
    and move on to the next step.
    Put the light switch on, stop this messing around.
    Now I feel like I am running—
    We all know what it’s worth.


    My heart aches, aches with longing,
    For what has passed and now I cannot go.

    Work fills my consciousness; to switch it off
    should be so easy in my work, but we never…
    Nothing that is everything, double by four.
    Would like to move on to some—
    This is personal, set it in a play.

    For what has passed and now I cannot go.
    My heart aches, aches with longing.

    Speed seems to be the essence.
    As I hold my head, pressure of it has to part.
    Caterpillar to butterfly—
    In this thought, in this world.
    How much can it take? Watch the people on the bombs.
    The punishment with a flick of the switch.

    There is a man with talent.
    I lost it about then, overtaken.
    Get up today in the afternoon—
    Lost it about then.
    Get up today in the afternoon.

    In play format:

    Title: The Switch


    Character: A solitary figure pacing a sparse, dimly lit room. The atmosphere is electric, time fragmented.


    Monologue:

    (Lights dim. A soft hum in the background. The figure stands center stage, wrestling with a memory.)

    In the evening, you face it.
    Reality. Cold, confirmed, inevitable.
    And then you move. Not forward—just… to the next step.

    You flick the light switch like it means something.
    Like illumination will dissolve regret.
    I’m running. I don’t know where, but it’s fast.
    Everyone knows what it’s worth—
    Whatever it is.


    (Pause. A breath.)

    My heart aches.
    Not in the poetic way. In the gritty way.
    A longing that scrapes bone.
    What’s passed is locked. No way back.
    Work takes over.
    It should be easy—I’m good at what I do.
    But “easy” is a word we’ve misplaced.


    (Steps forward.)

    Everything doubled, multiplied by silence.
    I want to move. Somewhere new.
    Maybe this is a play—maybe I am the playwright.
    And still…
    My heart aches.
    Same refrain. Same truth.
    Speed. That’s how we survive now.
    The pressure, the shift.
    Caterpillar to butterfly, sure—
    But what if the wings rip on the way out?
    Bombs drop in a world that doesn’t blink.
    Punishment comes with a flick of a switch.
    Talent unnoticed.
    I was overtaken.
    A moment. A blur.
    Got up in the afternoon and the day was already gone.

    (Lights fade to black.)















  • Winter is Coming

    Performing this, this week, at the Guild.

    Winter is coming
    I am all ready there
    My gloves are on
    I am ready to live
    but the world is dying

    Snow is falling to cover my tracks
    I have been somewhere and now I am back

    Calculated reasoning
    Fall by the wayside
    There are so many things to do
    He said it like it was true
    Winter is coming

    Snow is falling to cover my tracks
    I have been somewhere and now I am back

    Winter is coming
    and I am alone
    That season I must face again
    It does not feel the like the end
    How would I know

    Snow is falling to cover my tracks
    I have been somewhere and now I am back

    © Cousin Lee 2025
  • Get up, get on up, get up

    The words to a song .

    Get up, get on up, get up
    Get up, get on up, get up
    Take it out take it back

    Modern politics is such a bore
    Give me some who says what they feel

    World economics that disinpowers me
    A government that is 500 miles from me

    Get up, get on up, get up
    Get up, get on up, get up
    I am so dazed and confused
    The rain falls mainly on the plain

    Social democracy want it contracted, I want to wake up and feel my rights
    Not too complicated to understand, show me where my taxes go

    We can work for indifference, Protection from whom
    Something worth protecting, Rise up and fight

    Get up, get on up, get up
    Get up, get on up, get up
    Heading to the light
    The rain falls on every one

    Listen to a version of it on Listen to it on Soundcloud amongst other places