space monkey lyrics – patti smith

space monkey

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
sp*ce 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 s*xual streets, why it’s all so insane.
humans are running, lavender room.
hoverin’ liquid, move over moon for my
sp*ce 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 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’. 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
sp*ce monkey. sign of the time-time.
space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
space monkey, so out of line and it’s all just sp*ce, just sp*ce.

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!

/ patti smith lyrics