Space Monkey - Patti Smith
Blood on the T.V., 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, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, oh he's mine 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 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', 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, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine 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 U.F.O. 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
Artist: Patti Smith
Title: Space Monkey