"Porpoise Song (Theme from Head)" is a song written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King and performed by pop/rock quartet The Monkees on their album Head. The song was released as a single in 1968, and reached #62 on the Billboard Hot 100. The single version runs over a minute longer than the album version.

The song’s lyrics and melody echoes the psychedelic vibe of mid-1960s rock music. Micky Dolenz provides the vocals, which are distorted by echoing effect, and a mix of organ riffs, cello, string-bass, woodwinds and horns float in and out of the tune. The lyrics call into question the order of the world and one’s place therein, and there are also veiled in-joke references to Dolenz’s childhood work as the star of the television series Circus Boy.^[1][2][3]

In the Monkees' 1968 feature film Head, the song appears at the beginning and the end of the production, when the group's members jump from a bridge as a means to permanently escape their lives. Solarization visual effects are used on screen to mirror the psychedelic nature of the song’s lyrics.^[4]

The song also appears on several "greatest hits" albums by The Monkees, and it was featured in Vanilla Sky, a 2001 film with Tom Cruise, Penélope Cruz and Cameron Diaz.

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The Porpoise Song

My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
An image cannot rejoice

Wanting to be, to see and to hear
Crying to the sky

The porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Click, clack
Riding on the back of a giraffe is a laugh 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 lie

The porpoise is waving good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

--song written by Gerry Goffin & Carole King

 And here's the original version by The Monkees from their movie Head. Which wasn't half-bad...

 I'm so pro drug its not funny. Prescription drugs that is. There are still some great doctors out there who don't believe we need to feel any pain, even if we are all sinners. Fugging puritanical jerk ethic...Never took acid, as far as I know. Didn't have to. Was born enlightened. I remember my birth. Don't look forward to early death but when the time comes I'm sure it will be just as miraculous as coming here to this "veil of tears" & joy. Anyway, we hallucinate all the time...so...

 Just this little autobiographical footnote in closing: Once upon a time--late 60s early 70s-- I was hanging out one night smoking a cigarette in NYC's Theatre District. Standing somewhere away from the wind. It must've been winter & the cold came wafting off the Hudson well into the canyons & stink of Midtown Fun City, as it was at that time.

And who should I see stealing into an alley toward some stagedoor but Mickey Dolenz in a long dark greatcoat with collar up. This long after his Monkee Years. Maybe he was working as a cast member in some production? Or as an orchestra pit musician? Or maybe just visiting a fellow Thespian?

I used to bump into a lot of theatre performers/celebs in those days; Mel Torme buying potatoships at a Smilers, Sylvia Miles with her big floppy tits hanging out, Sandy Dennis arguing with somebody, Carol Channing looking terribly confused, etc.

Sometimes I  really miss the Old World...