Space Monkey - Patti Smith Group

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 my Space monkey.

sign of the time-time

Space 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 my Space monkey.

sign of the time-time

Space monkey, sort of divine-vine

Space monkey, so out of line and hes mine, mine, oh hes mine

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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.

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 my Space 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.

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