Wish someone would have told me...
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Mr. Eagle was out this am.
And, yes, the picture is sideways.
you mean it wasn't in its eagly recliner?
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Sometimes I think of Tweeter,
sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing
but the Monkey Man
I'm a fleabit peanut monkey
And all my friends are junkies
That's not really true
I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
What you do?
But I've been bit and I've been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you babe?
But I am just a monkey man
I'm glad you are a monkey woman too
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodoo man, oh I'm an apeman
I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane
I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane
We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day, just like an apeman
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.
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 you own
I met the technical asset manager for Silicon Valley Bank over the weekend. He’s putting out feelers in case anyone has a lead.