Cape Odd

From my new series of decorative signs for men:

Patti Smith
Buy on iTunes

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!

The Monkees
Buy on iTunes

Here we come, walkin’
Down the street.
We get the funniest looks from
Ev’ry one we meet.
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to,
do what we like to do
We don’t have time to get restless,
There’s always something new.
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We’re just tryin’ to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We’re the young gneration,
And we’ve got something to say.
Any time, Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who’ll be standing there
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We’re just tryin’ to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We’re the young gneration,
And we’ve got something to say.
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees
Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees,
You never know where we’ll be found.
so you’d better get ready,
We may be comin’ to your town.

By The Pixies
Buy on iTunes

There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in a hole
Now there’s a hole in the sky
And the ground’s not cold
And if the ground’s not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We’ll all take turns, I’ll get mine too
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
If Man is 5, if Man is 5, if Man is 5
Then the Devil is 6, then the Devil is 6
The Devil is 6, the Devil is 6 and if the Devil is 6
Then God is 7, then God is 7, then God is 7
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven
This monkey’s gone to Heaven