Head Soundtrack Released 1968 Colgems COS0-5008 (Stereo Only) As We Go Along by Carole King & Toni Stern
I can tell by your face That you're looking to find a place To settle your mind and reveal who you are, And you shouldn't be shy, For I'm not gonna try To hurt you or heal you or steal your star.
Open your eyes, Get up off of your chair, There's so much to do in the sunlight, Give up your secrets, And let down your hair, And sit with me here by the firelight.
Why think all about Who's gonna win out? We'll make up our story as we go along, There's so little time For us to try to rhyme, And so many highways to travel upon.
Open your eyes, Get up off of your chair, There's so much to do in the sunlight, Give up your secrets, And let down your hair, And sit with me here by the firelight.
Can You Dig It? by Peter Tork
Something doesn't change, There is only one, Always changing inside, What does it become?
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
Those who know it use it, Those who scorn it die, To sing that you can dig it Is to make your soul to fly to heaven.
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
SOLO
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
There is only feeling In this world of life and death, I sing the praise of never change With every single breath.
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
Can You Dig It? by Peter Tork
Something doesn't change, There is only one, Always changing inside, What does it become?
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
Those who know it use it, Those who scorn it die, To sing that you can dig it Is to make your soul to fly to heaven.
Can you dig it? Hmm, do you know? Would you care to let it show?
SOLO
There is only feeling In this world of life and death, I sing the praise of never change With every single breath.
Can you dig it? Do you know? Would you care to let it show?
Circle Sky by Michael Nesmith
Circle sky Telling lies, Here I stand Happy man.
'Cause it looks like we've made it once again, Yes, it looks like we've made it once again.
Color sound Is all around, Wing tip smile Sees for miles.
And it looks like we've made it once again, Yes, it looks like we've made it once again.
It's a very extraordinary scene To those who don't understand, But, what you have seen you must believe, If you can, if you can.
Hamilton Smiling down, Telling more Than before.
And it looks like we've made it once again, Yes, it looks like we've made it to the end.
Daddy's Song by Harry Nilsson
Years ago, I knew a man, He was my mother's biggest fan, We used to walk beside the sea, And he told me how life would be When I grew up to be a man.
Years ago, we used to play, He used to laugh when I ran away, But when I fell and hurt my knee, He would run to comfort me, And the pain would go away.
Years ago, I knew a boy, He was his daddy's pride and joy, But when the daddy went away It was such a rainy day That he brought out all his toys.
How the momma did explain, Trying to take away the pain, But, he just couldn't understand That his father was not a man And it all was just a game.
The years have passed and so have I, Making it hard for me to cry, And if and when I have a son, Let it all be said and done, Let the sadness pass him by.
Dandruff? by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
"Supernatural, perhaps..."
"Change one tape, the entire process is regeared. Leisure: the inevitable by-product of our civilization. The tragedy of your times, my young friends, is that you may get exactly what you want."
Cop: "Out..." Mike: "Oh" Cop: "Out...get outta here." Micky: "Hi. What's going on?" Cop: "Move it! Out!" Peter: "Oh, hello officer, certainly glad to..." Cop: "Shut up!...Okay, weirdoes..."
Director: "All right, fellas, will you come forward, please?" Micky: "Who's that?" Director: "All right, now, jump up and down a little, huh, fellas? Get lost in it..."" Davy: "Jump into this?!? What is this stuff?" Director: "...there you go...very good. Look, you're supposed to be dandruff, fellas." All: "Dandruff?" Director: "Will you work at it, please? Jump up and down a little bit..." Playback: "Dandruff, dandruff..." Director: "Good, that's better, that's good."
Ditty Diego - War Chant by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
(Well? Are you kidding? Ha-ha! Hey, now wait a minute...)
Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, You know we love to please, A manufactured image With no philosophies.
We hope you'll like our story, Although, there isn't one, That is to say, there's many, That way, there is more fun.
You've told us you like action, And games of many kinds, You like to dance, we like to sing, So, let's all lose our minds.
We know it doesn't matter, 'Cause what you came to see, Is what we'd love to give you, And give it 1-2-3.
But, it may come 3-2-1-2, Or jump from 9 to 5, And when you see the end in sight, The beginning may arrive.
For those who look for meanings, In form, as they do fact, We might tell you one thing, But we'd only take it back.
Not back like in a box back, Not back like in a race, Not back so we can keep it, But back in time and space.
You say we're manufactured, To that we all agree, So make your choice and we'll rejoice In never being free.
Hey, hey, we are the Monkees, We've said it all before, The money's in, we're made of tin, We're here to give you more, The money's in, we're made of tin, We're here to give you...
(Scream)
(We want The Monkees!! We want The Monkees!!)
Gimme a "W", Gimme an "A", Gimme an "R", What does it spell?
Ditty Diego - War Chant by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson Cast of characters: Mike -- Mike Nesmith Peter -- Peter Tork Micky -- Micky Dolenz Davy -- David Jones Bert Schneider, producer Jack Nicholson
Mike: Oh, you're gonna start recording 'em now? Okay... Peter: Why not? Mike: We gotta do the first one together, right? Micky: And the last... Bert: Jack, you're the "chorus leader". Mike: Ahhhh!!! Peter: Can you turn down the talkback volume? Mike (reading): "Hey, hey, we're The Monkees, you know we'd love to please..." Peter: For Bert so he doesn't pound us down? Mike (continuing): "...A manufactured image with no phil..." All: "...osophies..." Mike: Okay...Shall we do that together? Jack: Hey, M- Micky: Who does this first one? Jack: Yeah....first one... Mike: We gotta do that together. You gotta go 1-2-3-4...
All: Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, You know we love to please, A manufactured image With no philosophies.
Mike: We hope you like our story, Although, there isn't one, That is to say, there's many, That way, there is more fun.
Peter: You've told us you like action, And games of many kinds, You like to dance, we like to sing, So, let's all lose our minds.
Micky: To mix it all together, Pictures, sounds and songs, And time and place and weather And even rights and wrongs.
Davy: We know it doesn't matter, 'Cause what you've come to see, Is what we'd love to give you, And give it 1-2-3.
Mike: It may come 3-2-1-2, Or jump from 9 to 5, And when you see an end in sight, The beginning may arrive.
Peter: For those who look for meanings, In form, as they do fact, We might tell you one thing, But we would only take it back.
Micky: Not back like in a box back, Not back like in a race, Not back so we can keep it, But back in time and space.
Micky: Naaaaahhhh!!! Peter: He's in there. He's, he's in there now!!! Mike: He's coming... Davy: It's...well...the thing that threw me was... Micky: ...a...ja-ga a-ga aga-gee... Davy: No man, wait a minute... Micky: You're supposed to be over here. Davy: I was really carried away... Peter: The silence threw you. Micky: He's supposed to be over here... Davy: The thing that threw me... Mike: You were carried away? Davy: ...was Micky's reading. Mike: I don't want to know "carried away"... Davy: Man, that really threw me; blew my mind, your whole reading, man. Jack: Wait a minute... Micky: Bert... Jack: ...Who's got the first one? "...will like our story"... Peter: Mike. Jack: Mike...okay, you're in position... Davy: Oh, this is, this is all gem stuff, this is. Jack: ...oh, w- Mike: "This is all" what? Micky: No, Peter, you're next over. Peter: Oh, what, you want us- Micky: Peter's on the next one. Peter: ...we should go in order? Mike: Yeah, you see I've got to get the stand. Micky: Yeah, Jack wants us in order. Peter: I can't stand here. This one's the short mic. Jack: Hey, now it's the- Peter: Wait a--no-no, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh! Jack: Don't fuss around with the mic, you understand? Peter: This last time it says "Hey, hey we're the..." It, wouldn't it, shouldn't it be "Hey, hey, we are the" again? Jack (reading): "Hey, hey we are..." Yeah, do it that way..."Hey, hey we are the" Davy: Wait a minute...Let's not do it "Hey, hey we are..." Let's "Hey, HEY! We ARE The Monkees..." Like that. Micky: Wait a minute...Mine says here, but I'm not standing over here... Jack: All right, he's right. He's not standing over there. Micky: Now we got it now... Davy: We finally got it, man... Peter: We got it now, man. You can't stand th- Mike: Let me tell 'bout that, that Mick-er... Jack: Can we, we roll off this? Micky: Okay, we got it now... Jack: We got a man not standing over there, for sure. Peter: ...over th, get it down, we got here. Davy: Let's do another one, okay? Mike: All right, I'll listen to it, yeah Bert: Sure, go ahead! Mike: ...but we can do it tighter. Jack: I'd rather that you do 'em back-to-back here 'cause then is the way...1-2-3...
All: Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, You know we love to please, A manufactured image With no philosophies.
Peter: "Hey, hey we are The Monkees", right? "We said it all before." You want another one of those, too, don't you? Micky: No... Jack: Let's...okay...Let's start... Peter: L-, take the last one? Jack: ...take a slight break...dun-a-la "With no philosophies"...2-3-4 "Hey, hey"... Micky: Okay. Mike: No, no, you gotta... Peter: ..."no philosophies"... Mike: ...gotta, that'll never work, Jack. That's a lame idea. I want you to know that. Jack: I want you to do the spacing... Davy: Let's take our own time, wanker. Mike: That one won't work. Jack: All right! You guys do it your own way! Micky: Let's do it from the top and go through the whole thing Davy: Oh, shit, man! Peter: Start from the top, go through the whole thing. Mike: Yeah, let's go through the whole thing. We've got the bottom, we've got the top. We'll do it again. Micky: 1-2-3-4... Micky & Peter: 1-2-3...
All: Hey, hey, we are The Monkees, You know we love to please, A manufactured image With no philosophies.
Mike: We hope you like our story, Although, there isn't one, That is to say, there's many, That way, there is more fun.
Peter: You've told us you like action, And games of many kinds, You like to dance, we like to sing, So, let's all lose our minds.
Micky: To mix it all together, Pictures, sounds and songs, And time and place and weather And even rights and wrongs.
Davy: We know it doesn't matter, 'Cause what you've come to see, Is what we'd love to give you, And give it 1-2-3.
Mike: But, it may come 3-2-1-2, Or jump from 9 to 5, And when you see an end in sight, The beginning may arrive.
Peter: For those who look for meanings, In form, as they do fact, We might tell you one thing, But, then we'd only take it back.
Micky: Not back like in a box back, Not back like in a race, Not back so we can keep it, But back in time and space.
Davy: You say we're manufactured, To that we all agree, So make your choice and we'll rejoice In never being free.
Hey, hey, we are the Monkees, We've said it all before, The money's in, we're made of tin, We're here to give you more.
Mike: Oh, that was good. I like that. Jack: Yeah, that was a good run. Peter: I thought so, too. Jack: Now, let's do one more that same way, except there's a couple... Mike: I don't want to do anymore. I'll see you later. Davy (whispering): "...say we're manufactured..." Jack: There's a couple of spots where you, you can get that, that...that doggerel kind of...di-di-di-di-di-di... Peter: Oh, yeah... Jack: ...in other words so it's almost as though... Peter: ...oh not so much, um, romantic reading, okay... Jack: ...al-almost... Bert: Sillier... Jack: ...as though it's one guy reading it. Like Gilbert and Sullivan... Peter: Aren't I being silly enough? Jack: ...and, um, uh... Peter: "...although there isn't one." Mike: Oh, I see... Jack: "...although there isn't one. That is to say there's many." Mike: I thought, I, I thought "there isn't one". But that's not what you meant at all, was it? Jack: No... Mike: *whew* Boy...dumb-ass, me!
Do I Have To Do This All Over Again by Peter Tork
Do I have to do this all over again? Didn't I do it right the first time? Do I have to do this all over again? How many times do I have to make this climb? Didn't I, didn't I?
Can I see my way to know what's really real? They say time can fix things by itself, I know life's more than just some kind of deal, Yeah, but don't you tell me when or where my soul comes off the shelf, Didn't I, didn't I, oh, didn't I?
SOLO
Do I have to do this all over again? Didn't I do it right the first time? Do I have to do this all over again? Oh, how many times do I have to make this climb? Didn't I, oh, didn't I, oh, didn't I? Didn't I, oh, didn't I, oh, didn't I?
Gravy by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
uh, I'd like a glass of, uh, cold gravy with a hair in it, please."
"Ha-ha"
Head Radio Spot by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
Part One: (Excerpts from the movie)
Coming....Soon...
Head....Head...
Part Two: (Excerpts from the movie)
Now...Playing...
Head...Head...
Back to "Head"
Opening Ceremony by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson Coming....Soon... Head....Head...
(The Head Radio Spot & excerpts from the movie)
Poll by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
"Song was pretty white."
"And I'll tell you something else, too...the same thing goes for Christmas." Collective Gasp
"He's crazy!"
"Boys!...Don't never, but never, make fun of no cripples."
"Somebody come up and giggle at you, that's a violation of your civil rights."
"Skunk-bait, that's what the world is full of. That's what it's based on. That's what this economy is based on."
"Are you telling me that you don't see the connection between government and laughing at people?"
"Well, let me tell you one thing, son. Nobody lends money to a man with a sense of humor."
"Ha-ha-ha-ha..."
Porpoise Song (Theme From "Head") by Gerry Goffin & Carole King
My, my, The clock in the sky is pounding away And there's so much to say, A face, a voice, An overdub has no choice, An image cannot rejoice.
Wanting to be, To hear and to see, Crying to the sky, But the porpoise is laughing, "Good-bye, good-bye, Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye."
Cliques, claques, Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs Is all right for a while, The ego sings Of castles and kings and things that go With a life of style.
Wanting to feel, To know what is real, Living is a, is a lie, The porpoise is waiting, "Good-bye, good-bye, Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye."
Superstitious by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
"Sounds like a lot of supernatural boloney to me."
"Supernatural, perhaps...boloney, perhaps not."
Supplicio by Jack Nicholson & Robert Rafelson
Quiet, isn't it, George Michael Dolenz?
I said...
Swami-Plus Strings (Ken Thorne), Etc. by Jack Nicholson, Robert Rafelson & Ken Thorne
"We were speaking of belief, beliefs and conditioning. All belief, possibly, could be said to be the result of some conditioning. Thus, the study of history is simply the study of one system of beliefs deposing another, and so on, and so on, and so on.
A psychologically tested belief of our time is that the central nervous system, which feeds its impulses directly to the brain, the conscious and sub-conscious, is unable to discern between the real and the vividly imagined experience...if there is a difference. And most of us believe there is.
Am I being clear? For to examine these concepts requires tremendous energy and discipline. To experience the now, without preconception or belief, to allow the unknown to occur and to occur requires clarity. But where there is clarity, there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. But then why should anyone listen to me, or should I speak, since I know nothing?"
(Head Radio Spot plays under the Swami) Soon...Coming... Head...Head...
Now...Playing... Head...Head...
Porpoise Song (Theme From "HEAD")
Plus Strings...
"Quick! Suck it before the venom reaches my heart!"
"Okay, I will!"
"Ha-ha"