Space Monkey Songtext
von Patti Smith Group

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 of 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 is 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, it′s just-, it's just-, it′s just a-
This is my jack-knife
This is my jack-knife
This is my jack-knife
This is my jack-," oh

Rude excavation, landin' site
Boy hesitatin' with 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, 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 U.F.O
And he's coming back to 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, ha, ha, ha, help!