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Many Moons

This song is by Janelle Monáe and appears on the EP Metropolis: Suite I (The Chase) (2007) and on the Australian tour edition of the album The ArchAndroid (Suites II and III) (2010).

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Many Moons
Voo doo doo doo...

We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground
And everybody trying to figure they way out
Hey hey hey hey, all we ever wanted to say
Was chased, erased, and then thrown away
And day-to-day we live in a daze

We march all around till the sun goes down
Night children, night children (night children hid around)
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes
We long for freedom (for freedom)
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind

Oh make it rain, ain't a thing and it's gonna fall
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes bang, the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you're growing down, instead of growing up
(You gotta ooh ah ah like a panther)
Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?
(Na na na...)

He lived in Sector 10
He had a friend named Benjamin
Sail away, sail away Suzanne
So strong for so long
All I wanna do is sing my simple song
Is it square or round, rich or poor
At the end of day and night, all we want is more

I keep my feet on solid ground
(And use my wings when storms come around)
I keep my feet on solid ground
(For freedom)
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind

Oh make it rain, ain't a thing in the sky to fall
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes bang, the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)
And when you're growing down, instead of growing up
(You gotta ooh ah ah like a panther)
Baby, tell me are you bold enough to reach for love
(Na na na...)

spoken:
Civil rights, civil war
Hood rat, crack whore
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
Outcast, weirdo
Stepchild, freak show
Black girl, bad hair
Broad nose, cold stare
Tap shoes, Broadway
Tuxedo, holiday
Creative block, love song
Stupid words, erased song
Gun shots, orange house
Dead man walking with a dirty mouth
Spoiled milk, stale bread
Welfare, bubonic plague
Record deal, light bulb
Keep back kid now a corporate thug
Breast cancer, common cold
HIV, lost hope
Overweight, self esteem
Misfit, broken dream
Fish tank, small bowl
Closed minded, dark hole
Cybergirl, droid control
Get away now they trying to steal your soul
Microphone, one stage
Tomboy, outrage
Street fight, bloody war
Instigators, third floor
Promiscuous child, broken heart
STD, quarantine
Heroin needle, coke head
Final chapter, death bed
Plastic sweat, metal skin
Metallic tears, mannequin
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
White House, Jim Crow
Dirty lies, my regards!

And when the world just treats you wrong
Just come with me and I'll take you home

No need to pack a bag

(Just treat you just treat you wrong)

Who put your life in the danger zone?
You running, dropping like a rolling stone

No time to pack a bag

You just can't stop your heart from hanging on
The old man dies and then a baby's born
Chan-chan-chan-change your life

And when the world just treats you wrong
Just come with us and we'll take you home

Shan-Shan-Shan-Shangri-La
Na na na...

Music by:

Janelle Monáe Robinson Wikipedia16, Nathaniel Irvin III, Charles Joseph II, Kellis Parker Jr.

Lyrics by:

Janelle Monáe, Chuck Lightning Wikipedia16

Arrangement:

Control Z, Chuck Lightning

Produced by:

Control Z, Chuck Lightning

Co-produced by:

Janelle Monáe

Recorded:

Wondaland Recording Studios in Atlanta, Georgia

Musicians:

  • Terrence Brown: piano
  • Control Z: keyboards, synthesizers, additional instruments
  • Janelle Monáe: lead vocals
  • Kellis Parker Jr.: guitar

Orchestra:

Wondaland String Ensemble

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