Space Monkey taby ukulele według Patti Smith Group

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
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Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
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Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
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Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
 
[Chorus]
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space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, so outta line-line.
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Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine.
 
[Verse 2]
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Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine. The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
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Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
 
[Chorus]
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space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
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Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
 
[Break]
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A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
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It starts crumbling in his hands.
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He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
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This is just...this just-a...this just-a...
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This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack..."
 
[Verse 3]
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Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
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He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'.
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It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
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It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
 
[Chorus]
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space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
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Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
 
[Outro]
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There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
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That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
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And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up.
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Up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body.
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Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!