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’
Category: lyrics
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I am a Monkey
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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
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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'
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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
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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.)
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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 oneListen to a version of it on Listen to it on Soundcloud amongst other places