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Space Monkey (Live)

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Space Monkey (Live) è stato pubblicato il 8 aprile 1997 da Oh Boy Records come parte dell'album Live On Tour (Live)

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumLive On Tour (Live)

Data di uscita8 aprile 1997

EtichettaOh Boy Records

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM183

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

John Prine

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

John Prine

Songwriter

Peter Case

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

John Prine

Producer

Dan Einstein

Producer

Testi

We will serve no song before its time

This is a song I wrote in my kitchen

I wrote this in my kitchen with Peter Case

Me and Peter was gonna write this three chord love song

And instead we wrote this song about a monkey

That the Russians put into space in the 50s

And they forgot about him and he didn't come down until the 90s

When there wasn't any Soviet Union left

So after twirling around there for all those years

He was at least, at the very least he was expecting

Maybe a parade or something when he got home

Needless to say he was disappointed

This is called "Space Monkey"

Space monkey, space monkey

What you doing up there?

Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air

Come gather 'round me you little monkeys

And a story I'll tell

About a brave young primate

Outer space knew him well

He was born at the top of a big old tree

Way back in 1953

He'd swing through the jungle

Hang by his toes

'Til they took him to Russia

'Cause they could I suppose

Dressed him up in a space suit

And it started to snow

Shot him off in a rocket

Where no man would go

Space monkey, space monkey

What you doing up there?

Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air

There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home

No hammer or sickle

You'll be all on your own

He had plenty of Cuban bananas

And loads of Spam

But he found great difficulty

Trying to open the can

One day he slipped on a banana peel

And the ship lost control

It spun out of orbit

And shot out the black hole

It's been four decades now

That's nine monkey years

It's a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears

Space monkey, space monkey

What you doing up there?

Why it's dark as a dungeon way up in the air

There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home

No hammer or sickle

You'll be all on your own

Space monkey, space monkey

It's time to get real

The space race is over

How does it feel?

Cold War's at a heat wave

Iron curtain's torn down

They've rolled up the carpet

In space monkey town

Now Leningrad is Petersburg

And Petersburg's hell

For a card-carrying monkey

With a story to tell

The space monkey was reportedly last sighted

About a half a block off of Red Square

In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends

There was the dog that flew Sputnik

And a blind red-headed one-legged parrot

Who had done some minor research for Dow Chemical

They were drinking American vodka

Imported all the way from Paducah, Kentucky

They reportedly had their arms around each other's shoulders singing

"Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end"

Space monkey, space monkey

There's nothing to do

But it's better than living in a communist zoo

There'll be no one to greet you when you get back home

No hammer or sickle

You'll be all on your own

Space monkey

Written by: John Prine, Peter Case

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