Biography:
Patti Smith Group was a rock band formed by singer Patti Smith in 1974.
By 1974 Patti Smith was performing rock music herself, initially with guitarist and rock archivist Lenny Kaye, and later with a full band comprising Kaye, Ivan Kral on bass, Jay Dee Daugherty on drums and Richard Sohl, on piano. Ivan Kral was a refugee from Czechoslovakia, fleeing in 1968 after the fall of Alexander Dubcek. Financed by Robert Mapplethorpe, the band recorded a first single, "Hey Joe" / "Piss Factory", in 1974.
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[Intro]
A A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
A
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
A
Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
A
Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, so outta line-line.
E D B E A
Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine.
[Verse 2]
A
Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine. The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
A
Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
[Break]
F#
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
A
It starts crumbling in his hands.
B
He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
D
This is just...this just-a...this just-a...
A
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack..."
[Verse 3]
A
Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
A
He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'.
A
It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
A
It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
[Outro]
A
There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
A
That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
A
And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up.
E
Up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body.
A
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!
A A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
A
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
A
Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
A
Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, so outta line-line.
E D B E A
Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine.
[Verse 2]
A
Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine. The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
A
Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
[Break]
F#
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
A
It starts crumbling in his hands.
B
He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
D
This is just...this just-a...this just-a...
A
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack..."
[Verse 3]
A
Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
A
He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'.
A
It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
A
It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
[Outro]
A
There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
A
That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
A
And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up.
E
Up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body.
A
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!
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