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Space Monkey Written by - Patti Smith, Ivan Kral & Tom Verlaine From - Easter Blood on the TV Ten o'clock news Souls are invaded Heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin' so outta time What's 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 my Space monkey Sign of the time, time Space monkey So outta line, line Space monkey Sort of divine And he's mine, mine All mine Pierre Clementi Snot full o' cocaine The sexual streets Why it's all so insane Humans are running Lavender room Hoverin' liquid Move over moon for my Space monkey Sign of the time, time Space monkey Sort of divine, vine Space monkey So out of line And he's mine, mine Oh he's 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 don't get the picture This is no picture This is just... This just a... This just a... This is my jackknife This is my jackknife This is my jackknife This is my jack' (Shriek) Rude excavation Landin' site Boy hesitatin' Jackknife He rips his leg open So out of time Blood and light runnin' It's all like a dream Light of my life He's dressed in flame It's all so predestined It's all such a game for my Space monkey Sign of the time, time Space monkey Sort of divine, vine Space monkey So out of line And it's all just space Just space There he is Up in a tree Oh, I hear him callin' down to me That banana shaped object ain't no banana It's a bright, yellow UFO And he's coming to get me Here I go Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up... Oh, goodbye mama I'll never do dishes again Here I go from my body Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Help ©1975, 1978 Linda Music Corp |