Patti Smith - Space Monkey Lyrics
Blood on the t.v., ten oclock news.Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.Beatin and beatin so outta time.Whats the mad matter with the church chimes?Here comes a stranger up on ninth avenue.Leanin green tower, indiscreet view.Over the cloud, over the bridge,Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of mySpace monkey. sign of the time-timeSpace monkey, so outta line-line.Space monkey, sort of divine.And hes mine, mine, all mine.Pierre clementi, snot full o cocaine.The sexual streets, why its all so insane.Humans are running, lavender room.Hoverin liquid, move over moon for mySpace monkey. sign of the time-timeSpace monkey, sort of divine-vineSpace monkey, so out of line and hes mine, mine, oh hes mine(spoken)A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty polaroid.It starts crumbling in his hands.He says, oh man, I dont get the picture. this is no picture.This is just...this just-a...this just-a...This is my jack-knife. this is my jack-knife.This is my jack-knife. this is my jack. [shriek]Rude excavation, landin site.Boy hesitatin, jack-knife.He rips his leg open, so out of time.Blood and light runnin. its all like a dream.Light of my life, hes dressed in flame.Its all so predestined. its all such a game for mySpace monkey. sign of the time-time.Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.Space monkey, so out of line and its all just space, just space.There he is, up in a tree.Oh, I hear him callin down to me.That banana-shaped object aint no banana.Its a bright, yellow u.f.o.And hes coming to get me. here I go.Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up ...Oh, goodbye mama. Ill never do dishes again.Here I go from my body.Ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. help!
