monkeyfromouterspace:

Tell me something I don’t already know

Like how you get your kisses to fill me with electricity

monkeyfromouterspace:

Arctic Monkeys.

How ‘bout that.

Too good not to reblog. Also, too good that I want to make screenprints of it.

monkeyfromouterspace:

I had a hole in the pocket of my dusty black coat, designed and directed by my red right hand.

You can’t sleep until you’ve sat on the steps outside the cafe by the cracker factory to weep lighting. 

Or something like this.

This set might just be my favorite. 

monkeyfromouterspace:

R U Mine.

Uhh, yes.

monkeyfromouterspace:

Revolbug

It has been a great year and I wanted to say thank you to everybody. There’s this picture I’ve been doing for quite a long time now and I wanted to finish it before this year was over. And I did.

It’s the famous “Revolver” album cover by The Beatles (one of my favourite albums) redone as “Humbug”. I wanted to end this year on a high note…so I hope you like it as much as I do.

All the best, see you all next year!

Ending 2011, Space Monkey style. 

• Tour 2012 set to extend to continental Europe with shows in Spain & France
• Love Is A Laserquest was played live for the first time in Nashville; the whole community turned into mush 
• Alex spoke of his bandmates as his brothers, talked about the inspiration behind Piledriver Waltz & became a GQMF
• John Ashton was in the mood for Halloween with creepy rabbit and Scream masks
• Alex and his moves: the rowboat, the power slide, the guitar gun. Did I miss anything?
• Matt Helders is missing. The pink bra. The Williamsburg dedication. US tour ended with a bang.
• The boys played pingpong with the New York Times’ T Magazine. Such a good read. Great photos, too.
• Noel Gallagher about the boys: “…they’ve been really fucking good.” Well, duh.
• Everything was Evil Twin and nothing hurt. The live version. The studio version. The video. Tha knows.
• The boys are back in the motherland! UK tour kicked off with an appearance at the Graham Norton Show before performing in Nottingham with a killer setlist. Then traipsed on to London with stellar back-to-back shows at the O2. New merch. Surprise appearances. Fights in the pit. Black Treacle, Evil Twin, Dance Little Liar and Mardy Bum all in one show making “Why am I not England?” the most popular question of the weekend. Those bastards.

Bonus goodies: AMUS pumpkin carving contest showed how creative AM fans are + FYAM parent related AM stories introduced us to some cool as fuck parents + Space Monkey’s artwork continued to blow us all away + Blake, the corncob - I mean, come on, that’s the best part. // 

Happy Halloween! Onward to November x

monkeyfromouterspace:

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky,
Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines,
Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time

I’m gonna stay right here by your side,
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothin’ in the world can drive me away
‘Cause every day, you’ll hear me say

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until two and two is three,
Yours (yours) until the mountains crumble to the sea
In other words, until eternity

Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the stars fall from the sky
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the rivers all run dry
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the sun no longer shines
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the poets run out of rhyme

monkeyfromouterspace:

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Can’t you sense she was never meant to fill column inches

There’s a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are
And our attempts to remind them of reason won’t get us that far
I don’t know what it is that they want
I don’t know what it is that they want
But I haven’t got it to give
She hasn’t got it to give

monkeyfromouterspace:

I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt is what you will require
And still you’ve got to dance, little liar
—-
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt

Oh man, this is cool! Hey Space Monkey (and everyone else), have a look at this site! 

monkeyfromouterspace:

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

arcticspacemonkey:

There’s nothing really I can say, but “sorry mate” and walk away

arcticspacemonkey:

Space Monkey - top marks for not trying.

self portrait ftw

arcticspacemonkey:

Coax me out my low and have a spin of my propeller

arcticspacemonkey:

That’s Where You’re Wrong

This is one of those rare times where I tell you to follow a blog— Space Monkey, the creator of all those wonderful SIAS artworks that you’ve reblogged a thousand times over is now on Tumblr. Go follow him, why don’t you?