Space Monkey (Live) Lyrics

Song	Space Monkey (Live)
Artist	Patti Smith Group
Album	Easter Rising 1978 (Live)
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	作词 : Patti Smith
	作曲 : 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, sort of divine-vine
	Space monkey, so out of line 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." [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
	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 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!

	zuo ci : Patti Smith
	zuo qu : 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 timetime
	Space monkey, so outta lineline.
	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 timetime
	Space monkey, sort of divinevine
	Space monkey, so out of line 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 justa this justa
	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 timetime.
	Space monkey, sort of divinevine.
	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 bananashaped 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!

	zuò cí : Patti Smith
	zuò qǔ : 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 timetime
	Space monkey, so outta lineline.
	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 timetime
	Space monkey, sort of divinevine
	Space monkey, so out of line 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 justa this justa
	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 timetime.
	Space monkey, sort of divinevine.
	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 bananashaped 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!

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