Space Monkey — текст песни (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

(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
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!