to come to a head
to reach a critical or crucial stage, that is, to get worse.
to come to a head: At the end of the week, everything came to a head and Sam was fired.
fire coming out of the monkey's head
A song off Gorillaz's second album, Demon Days (or "Daemon Days"), which is narrated by Dennis Hopper. It is more of a story with music playing than a song. Either way, it is an entertaining tale of greedy invaders mining a once peaceful island.
Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head, by Gorillaz.
(Dennis Hopper)
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
(2D)
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
(Dennis Hopper)
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.
(2D)
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now
(Dennis Hopper)
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
(2D)
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
(Dennis Hopper)
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of them up. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would soon stir from its deep sleep. And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.
(2D)
O little town in U.S.A, your time has come to see
There's nothing you believe you want
But where were you when it all came down on me?
Did you call me now
Come on getcha blonde head down thea.... YEEEEEAAAAAH!
You might say this when you're waiting for a blonde-headed male to hurry and get his blonde head down in your crotch area...
I say it all the time to those two boys I find campin' out in MY woods! No trespassing boys!
Pronounciation: Cum-ohn-ghet-cha-blhonde-hed-down-the-uh-.....-YEEEE-AAAAH!
I say it all the time to those two boys I find campin' out in MY woods! No trespassing boys!
Pronounciation: Cum-ohn-ghet-cha-blhonde-hed-down-the-uh-.....-YEEEE-AAAAH!
Me: Get over here boi... NOW!
Blonde Boy: *Gets up and walks towards me*
Me: I want BOTH of you suckin' on this cawk...
Blonde Boy: *Gets on his knees and hesitates to try my cawk*
Me: Come on getcha blonde head down thea.... YEAH!
Blonde Boy: *Gets up and walks towards me*
Me: I want BOTH of you suckin' on this cawk...
Blonde Boy: *Gets on his knees and hesitates to try my cawk*
Me: Come on getcha blonde head down thea.... YEAH!
Coming For Your Head
When someone says out of line, irrational, or simply makes a joke.
Im coming for your head boy.