“I Married a Monster from Outer Space” by John Cooper Clarke – SteemitCentral Lyrics Challenge – Day 16 / 60
“It’s bad enough with another race, But fuck me, a monster from outer space!”
song ~ “I Married a Monster from Outer Space”
artist ~ John Cooper Clarke
I fell in love with an alien being
Whose skin was jelly, whose teeth were green
She had big bug eyes and a death-ray glare
Feet like water wings, purple hair
I was over the moon, I asked her back to my place
Then I married the monster from outer space
The days were numbered, the nights were spent
In a rent-free furnished oxygen tent
Where a cyborg chef served up moon beams
Done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
When I married the monster from outer space
We walked out tentacle in hand
You could sense that the earthlings would not understand
They'd go, nudge nudge, when we got off the bus
Saying, it's extra-terrestrial, not like us
And it's bad enough with another race
But fuck me, a monster from outer space
In a cybernetic fit of rage
She pissed off to another age
She lives in 1999
With her new boyfriend, a blob of slime
Each time I see a translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space (Image source)
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In this thoroughly entertaining punk poem from the late ‘70s, the poet captures the essence of the times. Not only did the punks feel disaffected and alienated, many of them also looked a bit like aliens. Including some rather attractive aliens.
Prick up our ears with punk poetry
This track consists primarily of Clarke’s spoken words, with minimal musical accompaniment. But with his vivid and often hilarious images, there’s not much need for music. His poetic descriptions and his manic delivery are enough to make us prick up our ears. And smile.
Poet, bard, comic
Back when this poem was recorded, John Cooper Clarke was known variously as a “punk poet,” a “performance poet,” “the people’s poet,” a “comic,” “the bard from Salford,” and “the brightest performing poet this side of Cassius Clay.”
These days, his poetry is part of the curriculum taught in British schools, and we can honestly and accurately call him a “poet.” (Image source)
John Cooper Clarke – "I Married a Monster from Outer Space" (Right-click to hear on YouTube)
Lyrics by John Cooper Clarke, courtesy of – SongLyrics.com
This is my entry in the 60-Day Lyrics Challenge.
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Poetry, as well as writing in general, gives us images that we can make very subjective depending on the level of rapport we have with reading.
The highlight of good poets is their ability to capture all that kaleidoscope of textures in our psyche.
Thanks for sharing such appreciable analysis dear @majes.tytyty
All best, Piotr.
Wow. I love that phrase "capture all that kaleidoscope of textures in our psyche."
One day, I may just steal it and use it in my own writing. Or, maybe, I'll just borrow it.
JCClarke has always been one of the finest poets. He takes fantastic images, from the fringes of our daily lives, and presents them with brilliant insights and sometimes with LOL humor. We can't ask for more.
He first came to fame when reciting his poetry from small stages that he shared with punk bands. When asked about his "unique" style, he stated that he was simply doing what a poet does.
And he pointedly reminded us that even the works of Shakespeare were meant to be spoken by actors on stage – and that Shakespeare would have scoffed at the notion of kids reading and studying his words while sitting in a classroom.
In other words, poetry aint supposed to be read. It's supposed to be spoken and heard.
Greetings dear @majes.tytyty.
I think that the way to symbolize what surrounds us and the vision of life that can have a child, can be very close to a poetic way of expression.
We can virtualize this by quoting JCClarke, when he said:
"I used to think trees were dirty, because when I was a kid in Salford you would climb them and come off filthy, it was like you would have been up a chimney ..."
Maybe for him there was not much effort in writing those words. But the symbolism that they involve is very profound.
Yours: Juan.
Yes, I remember that comment about climbing the grimy, soot-covered trees in his hometown.
As for poetry, it helps if one has the clear vision and innocent perspective of a child. Then, all it takes is a bit of work. As another writer once said, "I put the pen to paper and push a bit."
The tupac one i read was very interesting and so was this one. Awesome analysis on explaining information about John Cooper Clarke.
Thanks. (p.s. That's "Clarke," with an "e.")
O thanks sorry about that. I didnt even realize
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I'm an editor, so I notice those type of things. :-)
Yes. An editor with eyes as keen as an eagle and as sleepless as an aye-aye.
Heheh. Thanks for the compliment.
But in fact, I sleep well, and I get plenty of rest. Sometimes more than necessary. That's one way to keep my eyes open and focused on even the most minor spelling or punctuation error.
Now I see where the keenness comes from. That's an editor's secret, the secret of the ever young Sir James.
I think I was in 2nd grade when a neighbor took me to go see I Married A Monster From Outer Space, playing at the local movie theater. It was the late afternoon show and by the time I was let off at home it was dark and to my dismay no one was home. The movie scare me big time. So as stupid a film as it was and still is when I saw the title to your lyrics ... well let's just say the last two lines have a lot of meaning in my case. Good Job.