The ballsiest song the Monkees ever did, IMO. Also the most thinly veiled song Michael Nesmith wrote about the trappings of fame.
The scene in Head where they play this song to screaming fans and then are literally ripped apart, revealing them as mannequins, is disturbing enough without the inserted imagery of violence from Vietnam, but it's a great juxtaposition of what matters and what doesn't.
The ballsiest song the Monkees ever did, IMO. Also the most thinly veiled song Michael Nesmith wrote about the trappings of fame.
The scene in Head where they play this song to screaming fans and then are literally ripped apart, revealing them as mannequins, is disturbing enough without the inserted imagery of violence from Vietnam, but it's a great juxtaposition of what matters and what doesn't.
Either way, the song itself is an asskicker.