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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity. The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine; 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above. Desolation angels Served it up with Love. Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light, then moved by bold design, slid in that thing and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. **************** It was Blood, shining in the Sun; First: Freedom! Speeding the american claim: Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom! ****************** China was the tempest; [And] Madness overflowed. [The] Lama was a young man, and [he] watched his world in flames. Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds; It was a cryin'[g] shame. Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star. Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La. But in the land of the Impala, honey, well, we were lookin' Fine, 'cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times; In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959. It was the best of times; It was the worst of times. [In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. Circle all around me, Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill. Oh but it's all spilt milk to me. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's soar Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. We do not eat Flower of creation. We do not eat, Eat anything at all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight. I'm waiting here to refuel. I'm gonna make contact tonight. Love in my heart. The night to exploit. Twenty-five stories over Detroit, And there's more Up there, up there, up there. Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. Positive (anarchy must exist.) In background: (i feel it swirling around me I feel it feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm floating in a door backward On boundaries over this world I'm waiting above in the sky, dear Upon a [ ] ...) |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. Circle all around me, Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill. Oh but it's all spilt milk to me. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Let's soar Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. We do not eat Flower of creation. We do not eat, Eat anything at all. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation. I'm waiting for a contact to call. Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight. I'm waiting here to refuel. I'm gonna make contact tonight. Love in my heart. The night to exploit. Twenty-five stories over Detroit, And there's more Up there, up there, up there. Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. Positive (anarchy must exist.) In background: (i feel it swirling around me I feel it feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm floating in a door backward On boundaries over this world I'm waiting above in the sky, dear Upon a [ ] ...) |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
Toward another
He has gone To breathe an air Beyond his own Toward a wisdom Beyond the shelf Toward a dream That dreams itself About a boy Beyond it all About a boy Beyond it all From the forest From the foam From the field That he had Known Toward a river Twice as blessed Toward the inn Of happiness About a boy Beyond it all About a boy Beyond it all From a chaos Raging sweet From the deep And dismal street Toward another Kind of peace Toward the great Emptiness About a boy Beyond it all About a boy Beyond it all [ ] I stood among them I stood alone Boy boy Just a boy Just a little boy [ ] Just a little boy Who will never grow |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Oh I'll send you a telegram
Oh I have some information for you Oh I'll send you a telegram Send it deep in the heart of you Deep in the heart of your brain is a lever Oh deep in the heart of your brain is a switch Oh deep in the heart of your flesh you are clever Oh honey you met your match in a bitch Deep in the heart of Deep in the heart of [ ] There will be no famine in my existence I merge with the people of the hills Oh people of Ethiopia Your opiate is the air that you breathe All those mint bushes around you Are the perfect thing for your system Aww clean clean it out You must rid yourself from these, these animal fixations You must release yourself From the thickening blackmail of elephantiasis You must divide the wheat from the rats You must turn around [and look oh God] When I see Brancusi His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces In the [radio] rude hands of sculptor Now gripped around the neck of a [duosonic] [ ] [I swear on your eyes no pretty words will sway me] [ ] Oh look at me aah [ ] cannot move ahh so much aahh everything I am [ ] possible Aah [ ] Feel so fucked up [ ] much too I know I know [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] tell him to get out of here go down to the sea [ ] if he would just tell me he appreciates Brancusi's [ ] space the sculptor's mallet has been taken in place [ ] every time I see [ ] |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff Oh, don't you know that anyone can join And they come and they call and they fall on the floor Don't you see when you're looking at me That I'll never end transcend transcend Ain't it strange oh oh oh Ain't it strange oh oh oh Come and join me, I implore thee, I impure thee, come explore me. Oh, don't you know that anyone can come And they come and they call and they crawl on the floor. Don't you see when you're looking at me That I'll never end transcend transcend Ain't it strange oh oh oh Ain't it strange oh oh oh True, true, who are you ? Who, who am I ? Oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse, Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff. Oh, don't you know that anyone can come And they come and they call and they fall on the floor Don't you see when you're looking at me That I'll never end transcend transcend. Ain't it strange oh oh oh Ain't it strange oh oh oh Do you go to the temple tonight ? Oh no, I don't think so Do you not go to the palace of answers with me Marie? Oh no, I don't think so, no See when they offer me book of gold, I know soon still that platinum is coming And when I look inside of your temple It looks just like the inside of anyone one man, And when he beckons his finger to me, Well, I move in another direction, I move in another dimension I move in another dimension oh oh oh I spin, I spiral, and I splatter Hand of God, I feel the finger, Hand of God, and I start to whirl And I whirl, and I whirl, Don't get dizzy, do not fall now, Turn, God, God (strange) Go, go on, go like a dervish, Turn, God, (strange) make a move Turn, Lord, (strange) I don't get nervous Oh I just move in another dimension Come move in another dimension Come move in another dimension Come move in another dimension oh oh oh Strange strange Do you go to the temple tonight ? Oh no, I don't think so, no We'll go to the pagoda The palace of answers with me, Marie Oh no, I don't believe so, no See when they offer me book of gold, I know soon still that platinum is coming And when I look inside of your temple It looks just like the inside of anyone one man And when he beckons his finger to me, Well, I move in another dimension I move in another dimension I move in another dimension oh oh oh |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Darlin' come under cover
Another night to discover Let's slip where senses gather Let's drift between the sea and sky As the night goes by Sands shift Orchids so strange In the moonlight Brushing our faces Places where love blooms And dies While the night goes by Oh, and the spirits call Sun upon your shadows fall Tracing every breath we draw Come into my dreams Come into my dreams Darlin' let's go where the night goes Let's drift where senses gather Let's make this night last forever Into my dreams Into my dreams Darlin' let's go Where the night goes Time slips Oh darlin' how it flies When the night goes by All through the night Sirens call Come to me I'll come to you As the night softly Goes by bye Midnight Moon on our shoulder Daybreak Another one older Darlin' heavenly blue Glories fade into view Let's go Under the stars That are beating Under the moonlight Stars shoot Dusk just a whisper Make this night Last forever Oh how I wonder Where the night goes Oh let's wonder Where the night goes As the night goes By bye By bye |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Darlin' come under cover
Another night to discover Let's slip where senses gather Let's drift between the sea and sky As the night goes by Sands shift Orchids so strange In the moonlight Brushing our faces Places where love blooms And dies While the night goes by Oh, and the spirits call Sun upon your shadows fall Tracing every breath we draw Come into my dreams Come into my dreams Darlin' let's go where the night goes Let's drift where senses gather Let's make this night last forever Into my dreams Into my dreams Darlin' let's go Where the night goes Time slips Oh darlin' how it flies When the night goes by All through the night Sirens call Come to me I'll come to you As the night softly Goes by bye Midnight Moon on our shoulder Daybreak Another one older Darlin' heavenly blue Glories fade into view Let's go Under the stars That are beating Under the moonlight Stars shoot Dusk just a whisper Make this night Last forever Oh how I wonder Where the night goes Oh let's wonder Where the night goes As the night goes By bye By bye |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,
Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels while they're falling Who that person could possibly be And I know you got the feeling, You know, I feel it crawl across the floor And I know it got you reelin' And honey honey the call is for war And it's wild wild wild wild. Everybody got the feelin' You know the feeling and it's stronger each day Everybody wants to be reelin' And baby baby I'll show you the way And I know it's hard sometimes, You got a piece and hit across the sky And I know it's hard sometimes And world war is the battle cry And it's wild wild wild wild Across the country through the fields You know I see it written 'cross the sky People rising from the highway And war war is the battle cry And it's wild wild wild wild. Armageddon, it's gotten No savior jailer can take it from me World ending, it's just beginning And rock and roll is what I'm born to be And it's wild wild wild wild Wild wild wild wild X3 Ask the angels if they're startin' to move Comin' in droves in from L.A. Ask the angels if they're starting to groove Lightning as armor and it's today It's wild wild wild wild Wild wild wild wild X3 |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,
Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels while they're falling Who that person could possibly be And I know you got the feeling, You know, I feel it crawl across the floor And I know it got you reelin' And honey honey the call is for war And it's wild wild wild wild. Everybody got the feelin' You know the feeling and it's stronger each day Everybody wants to be reelin' And baby baby I'll show you the way And I know it's hard sometimes, You got a piece and hit across the sky And I know it's hard sometimes And world war is the battle cry And it's wild wild wild wild Across the country through the fields You know I see it written 'cross the sky People rising from the highway And war war is the battle cry And it's wild wild wild wild. Armageddon, it's gotten No savior jailer can take it from me World ending, it's just beginning And rock and roll is what I'm born to be And it's wild wild wild wild Wild wild wild wild X3 Ask the angels if they're startin' to move Comin' in droves in from L.A. Ask the angels if they're starting to groove Lightning as armor and it's today It's wild wild wild wild Wild wild wild wild X3 |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
I haven't fucked much with the past,
but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future Over the skin of silk are scars From the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed A stage is like each bolt of wood Like a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure I would measure the success of a night by the way, by the way I By the amount of piss and seed I could exude Over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off With a skirt of green net sewed over With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible] white I had an ornamental veil, I can't bear to use it With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved covering But now that my hair itself is a veil And the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of skin I wake up, I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an American In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American artist and I have no guilt I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore He spared the child and spoiled the rod I have not sold myself to God |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future Over the skin of silk are scars From the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed A stage is like each bolt of wood Like a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure I would measure the success of a night by the way, by the way I By the amount of piss and seed I could exude Over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off With a skirt of green net sewed over With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible] white I had an ornamental veil, I can't bear to use it With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved covering But now that my hair itself is a veil And the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of skin I wake up, I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an American In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American artist and I have no guilt I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore He spared the child and spoiled the rod I have not sold myself to God |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
take me now baby here as I am
pull me close, try and understand desire is hunger is the fire I breathe love is a banquet on which we feed come on now try and understand the way I feel when I'm in your hands take my hand come undercover they can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now because the night belongs to lovers because the night belongs to lust because the night belongs to lovers because the night belongs to us have I doubt when I'm alone love is a ring, the telephone love is an angel disguised as lust here in our bed until the morning comes come on now try and understand the way I feel under your command take my hand as the sun descends they can't touch you now, can't touch you now, can't touch you now because the night belongs to lovers ... with love we sleep with doubt the vicious circle turn and burns without you I cannot live forgive, the yearning burning I believe it's time, too real to feel so touch me now, touch me now, touch me now because the night belongs to lovers ... because tonight there are two lovers if we believe in the night we trust because tonight there are two lovers ... |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night... Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night... Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night |
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from 50 Great Songs (2010)
Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night... Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
Oh
To be Not anyone Gone This maze of being Skin Oh To cry Not any cry So mournful that The dove just laughs The steadfast gasps Oh To owe Not anyone Nothing To be Not here But here Forsaking Equatorial bliss Who walked through The callow mist Dressed in scraps Who walked The curve of the world Whose bone scraped Whose flesh unfurled Who grieves not Anyone gone To greet lame The inspired sky Amazed to stumble Where gods get lost Beneath The southern cross |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
His father died and left him a little farm in New England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night. It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip. Then he put his head in the crux of his arm And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light, He saw his daddy 'hind the control board, And he was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human. And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, "No, daddy, don't leave me here alone, Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you're not human, you are not human." But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm. Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, "I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up, I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast, Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." I am helium raven and this movie is mine, So he cried out as he stretched the sky, Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in, Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now, It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, And he put up his hands and he said, "It's me, it's me, I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, Don't let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman, The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons No longer presidents but prophets They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet, He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed Boxer Take them up up up up up up Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up, I'm going up, I'm going up Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up Up, up to the belly of a ship. Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Where we are not human, we're not human. Well, there was sand, there were tiles, The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated Like a river of glass When it hardened he looked at the surface He saw his face And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals, Where there were eyes there were just two white opals And he looked up and the rays shot And he saw raven comin' in And he crawled on his back and he went up Up up up up up up Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, We like birdland |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
His father died and left him a little farm in New
England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night. It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip. Then he put his head in the crux of his arm And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship, Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light, He saw his daddy 'hind the control board, And he was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human. And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight, No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out, "No, daddy, don't leave me here alone, Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship, Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you're not human, you are not human." But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm. Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said, "I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up, I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast, Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human." I am helium raven and this movie is mine, So he cried out as he stretched the sky, Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation ? We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in, Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now, It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them, And he put up his hands and he said, "It's me, it's me, I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up, I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up, Don't let me here," the son, the sign, the cross, Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman, The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons No longer presidents but prophets They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet, He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed Boxer Take them up up up up up up Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up, I'm going up, I'm going up Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up Up, up to the belly of a ship. Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Where we are not human, we're not human. Well, there was sand, there were tiles, The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated Like a river of glass When it hardened he looked at the surface He saw his face And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals, Where there were eyes there were just two white opals And he looked up and the rays shot And he saw raven comin' in And he crawled on his back and he went up Up up up up up up Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way, Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, We like birdland |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves
Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas sky Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write We joined the long caravan Hungry, dreaming, going west Just for work, just to get a job And we never got lucky We just forged on, and the dust The endless dust, like a plague It covered everything Hal fell, with the fever And mother I did, what I could Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write We prayed, we prayed for rain I never wanted, to see the sun again All my dresses, you made by hand We left behind, on the road, Hal died, in my arms We buried him, by the river Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write Blue poles infinitely winding As I write, as I write, I write |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
Oh the story's told been told retold From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper The soul of gold the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest Like they draw blood Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian And he turned his head and let the arrows fly Through the trees, the trees The ornamental leaves Boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf In the ancient mold they're dancing down Calling to the moon but it don't answer And they fell on their knees and passed the bowl around And the blood the blood the sacramental blood Boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf I am the body I am the stream I am the wake of everything They bring me flowers that are myself Garlands of blood that are myself Slain the lamb that is himself Torn reborn the cries of our dismay Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown Lost received retrieved The human tide Innocence had its day Innocence had its day Innocence innocence |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
Car stopped in a clearing, Ribbon of life, it was nearing. I saw the boy break out of his skin. My heart turned over and I crawled in. He cried, "Break it up, oh I don't understand, Break it up, I can't comprehend. Break it up, oh, I want to feel you. Break it up, don't talk to me that way, I'm not listening." Snow started falling, I could hear the angel calling. We rolled on the ground, he stretched out his wings. The boy flew away and he started to sing. He sang, "Break it up, oh, I don't understand. Break it up, I can't comprehend. Break it up, oh, I want to feel you. Break it up, don't look at me." The sky was raging, the boy disappeared, I fell on my knee Atmosphere broke up, the boy reappeared. I cried, "Take me please!" Ice, it was shining. I could feel my heart, it was melting. I tore off my clothes, I danced on my shoes. I ripped my skin open and then I broke through. I cried, "Break it up, oh, now I understand. Break it up, and I want to go. Break it up, oh please take me with you. Break it up, I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel." So break it up, oh now I'm coming with you. Break it up, now I'm gonna go. Break it up, oh, feel me, I'm coming. Break it up, break it up, break it up, Break it up, break it up, break it up, Oh, break it up, break it up, break it up Break it up, break it up, break it on up Break it up, break it on up, up, up Break it, break it, break it, break it Break it on up, break it up, Break it up, break it up, break it up |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Car stopped in a clearing,
Ribbon of life, it was nearing. I saw the boy break out of his skin. My heart turned over and I crawled in. He cried, "Break it up, oh I don't understand, Break it up, I can't comprehend. Break it up, oh, I want to feel you. Break it up, don't talk to me that way, I'm not listening." Snow started falling, I could hear the angel calling. We rolled on the ground, he stretched out his wings. The boy flew away and he started to sing. He sang, "Break it up, oh, I don't understand. Break it up, I can't comprehend. Break it up, oh, I want to feel you. Break it up, don't look at me." The sky was raging, the boy disappeared, I fell on my knee Atmosphere broke up, the boy reappeared. I cried, "Take me please!" Ice, it was shining. I could feel my heart, it was melting. I tore off my clothes, I danced on my shoes. I ripped my skin open and then I broke through. I cried, "Break it up, oh, now I understand. Break it up, and I want to go. Break it up, oh please take me with you. Break it up, I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel." So break it up, oh now I'm coming with you. Break it up, now I'm gonna go. Break it up, oh, feel me, I'm coming. Break it up, break it up, break it up, Break it up, break it up, break it up, Oh, break it up, break it up, break it up Break it up, break it up, break it on up Break it up, break it on up, up, up Break it, break it, break it, break it Break it on up, break it up, Break it up, break it up, break it up ... |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Nodding tho the lamp's lit low,
Nod for passers underground. To and fro she's darning, And the land is weeping red and pale. Weeping yarn from Algiers. Weeping yarn from Algiers. Weaving tho the eyes are pale, What will rend will also mend. The sifting cloth is binding, And the dream she weaves will never end. For we're marching toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers. Lullaby tho baby's gone. Lullaby a broken song. Oh, the cradle was our call. When it rocked we carried on. And we marched on toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers We're still marching for Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers. Not to hail a barren sky. Sifting cloth is weeping red. The mourning veil is waving high A field of stars and tears we've shed. In the sky a broken flag, Children wave and raise their arms. We'll be gone but they'll go on and on And on and on and on. |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Come my one, look at the world Bird beast butterfly
Girls sing notes of heaven Birds lift them up to the sky Spring is departing Spring is departing Her thoughts are darting like a rabbit Like a rabbit 'cross the moon Shines of light over your hair As boys croon Pretty in pink It makes me wonder What could ever bring you down I see tears falling From those eyes of brown Hearing a voice, you turn your head You vanish into the mist Of your thoughts And I Want to grasp What brings you down Open up those eyes of brown The world is changing Your heart is growing Hearing a voice you turn your head Girls turn by ones, by twos Notes pour bad and tender Eradicate your blues The good world The good world Come my one, look around you Bird, beast, butterfly Girls sing notes from heaven Birds lift them up to the sky I see brown eyes That see girls turning Girls turning Cartwheels The good world The good whirl The good world The good whirl Come my one, look at your world Don't let it bring you down Come on open for me Those eyes of brown I see girls turning Cartwheels Cartwheels Cartwheels... |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Here we go around again
Curve of life spiraling Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown And the miracle of time When will that time just end? Remember, you decide to take that vow Grab that ring it's not a whim, not a whim When you'd be cashing in Try to turn your life around And all the things you do resound And then you can't lose control Say, your time has come and then Hard to pinpoint find the seam Where that one time ends Where that time begins Remember, you decide take to that vow Take a stand, grab that ring It's not a whim, it's not a whim It's only time that you're cashing in In the white noise of desire We can't hear a single thing Floating 'round the fragile bough The afflictions of the human soul It's beauty immaterial You decide, stand along the fallen ones Take revenge, defeated sons Rend that coat from seam to seam It's only time, it's only time That you spend, you spend It's only time, you spend It's only time, you spend It's only life that you're cashing in |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Here we go around again
Curve of life spiraling Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown And the miracle of time When will that time just end? Remember, you decide to take that vow Grab that ring it's not a whim, not a whim When you'd be cashing in Try to turn your life around And all the things you do resound And then you can't lose control Say, your time has come and then Hard to pinpoint find the seam Where that one time ends Where that time begins Remember, you decide take to that vow Take a stand, grab that ring It's not a whim, it's not a whim It's only time that you're cashing in In the white noise of desire We can't hear a single thing Floating 'round the fragile bough The afflictions of the human soul It's beauty immaterial You decide, stand along the fallen ones Take revenge, defeated sons Rend that coat from seam to seam It's only time, it's only time That you spend, you spend It's only time, you spend It's only time, you spend It's only life that you're cashing in |
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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves. Fortune calls I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born On midsummer's eve near the tower. The cold-blooded moon The captain waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face is beyond communication The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. They shaved her head She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo A messenger arrived with a black nightingale I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. I stumbled to my feet I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo Renegade priests and treacherous young witches Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. The palace of mirrors Where dog soldiers are reflected The endless road and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms where her memory is protected Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times. She wakes him up Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. Peace will come With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
By patti smith
Last night I awoke up from a dream came face to face with my face facing the Tombstone teeth of a man called chiklets he came down through the ages with The desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer came beating the force field With elegant grace trying to get a perfect grip there was no absolute grip He was in a sail boat a glass bottom boat the bottom of a boat he was coming Down through the ages sea molten sea spilling down the tube the spiny eye of The village the spinal eye of the victim the spiny eye like a question mark Hovering over him what do you want what do you want from him down on a dream Too much unexplained what do you think do you think there was an actual Connection I can't imagine a connection going down there I can't imagine any Connection at all a boxing ring with gold ropes soft desperate karat top Spinning and coming down through the ages forty one bc |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truth Within yourself upon a shelf A life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to do All your dreams All it seems Is as you choose For destiny my china bird Is calling for you The world turns The flame burns Bright and true Near and far Where you are Guiding you china bird The open skies Are yearning for you If they say it's not that way Hold your view With my love fly above A light anew Oh spread your wings The open sky Is calling to you china bird My heart is yearning for you If you fly away I'll be waiting come what may All my love a fragile ray For you for you |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I was nothing. It didn't matter to me.
Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve. There was water outside the windows and children in the streets with rats with tags. Ain't got a passport. Ain't got my real name. Ain't got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame. And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift. A lift. A lift. On your citizen ship. They were rioting in Chicago, movement in L.A. Sixty-eight it broke up the yardbirds. We were broke as well. Took it underground, M.C. borderline, up against the wall. The wall. The wall. Show your papers, boy. Citizen ship we got mem'ries. Stateless, they got shame. Cast adrift from the citizen ship, lifeline denied, exiled this castaway. Blind alley in New York City, in a foreign embrace. If you're hungry you're not too particular about what you'll taste. Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery. But what the hell, I fell, I fell. It doesn't matter to me. Citizen ship we got mem'ries Citizen ship, we got pain. Cast adrift from the citizen ship, lifeline denied, exiled this castaway. I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync. Cut the chord. Overboard. Just a refugee. Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, I've been cast adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. On the citizen ship we got mem'ries Citizen ship, we got pain. Lose your grip on the citizen ship, you're cast, you're cast away. On the citizen ship you got mem'ry. Citizen ship you got pain. Citizen ship you got identity. A name. A name. A name. . . What's your name, son? What's your name? . . . What's your name? Nothing. I got nothing. Jersey. Give me your tired, your poor Give me your huddled masses your wartorn Give me your wartorn and your Lift up your unto me. Ah, mythology. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on He, who is chosen by she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is re-creation She, intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she ... Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly 'Til I lose my sense of gravity... I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine (Oh god I fell for you...) The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us? Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined? We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms, and whirl on a pane of glass An affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a tree The hands of he and the promise that he is blessed among women. (Oh god I fell for you...) |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on He, who is chosen by she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly Could it be he's taking over me...? I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is re-creation She, intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she ... Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly 'Til I lose my sense of gravity... I'm dancing barefoot Heading for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine (Oh god I fell for you...) The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us? Why must we pray screaming? Why must not death be redefined? We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms, and whirl on a pane of glass An affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a tree The hands of he and the promise that he is blessed among women. (Oh god I fell for you...) |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
This dead city
Longs to be This dead city Longs to be free Seven screamin' horses Melt down in the sun Buildin' scenes on empty dreams And smokin' them one by one Hee haa The dead city Longs to be, yea, yea This dead city, yea Longs to be livin', ohh Is it any wonder There's squalor in the sun? With their broken schemes and their lotteries They never get nowhere Haa haa Is it any wonder They're spittin' at the sun? God's parasites in abandoned sites And they never have much fun Yeah Haa You don't need me? You don't need me? Yea I You don't need me? Well Mika I'll take you [incomprehensible] You know, you just try If I was a blind man Would you see for me? Or would you confuse the nature of my blues And refuse a hand to me Or is it any wonder Cryin' in the sun? Is it any wonder I'm cryin' in the sun? Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes Now I'm burnin' them one by one Haa hmm Oh this a damn city Oh this a dead city Immortal city Motor city Success city Longs to be Longs to be Longs to be Free Free Free |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
Dead to the world my body was sleepin'
On my mind was nothin' at all Come a mist, an air so appealing I'm here a whisperin', you summoned, I called I formed me a presence whose aspect was changin' Oh, he would shift, he would not shift at all We sat for a while, he was very engagin' And when he was gone, I was gone on a smile With a strange way of walkin' And a strange way of breathin' More lives than a cat that let me astray All in all, he captured my heart Dead to the world and I just slipped away I heard me a music that drew me to dancin' Lo, I turned under his spell I opened my coat but he never came closer I bolted the door and whispered, oh well With a strange way of walkin' And a strange way of breathin' More lives than a cat that let me astray All in all, he captured my heart Dead to the world and just slipped away I laid in the rushes, the air was upon me Wonderin', well, I just couldn't discern Will he come back, come back to me? Oh, I whispered will you ever return? I was feelin' sensations in no dictionary He was less than a breath of shimmer and smoke The life in his fingers unwound my existence Dead to the world alive I awoke With a strange way of walkin' And a strange way of breathin' Less than a breath of shimmer and smoke The life in his fingers unwound my existence Dead to the world alive I awoke Alive I awoke (Alive) Alive I awoke (Alive I awoke) Alive (I awoke) I awoke (I awoke) I awoke (Alive) Alive, alive, oh (Alive) (Alive) Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
In the straw colored light
In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? With a throat smooth as a lamb Yet dry as a branch not snapping He throws back his head And he does not sing a thing mournful Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? In the straw colored light He sings a black embrace And white opals swimming In a child's leather purse Have you seen death swimming? Have you seen death swimming? With a throat smooth as a lamb Yet dry as a branch not snapping He throws back his head And he does not sing a thing mournful Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? In the straw colored light Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? In the straw colored light He sings of youth enraged And the burning of Atlanta And these viral times And may ribbons streaming And the straw colored curls are turning A mother's vain delight And woe to the sun And woe to the dawn And woe to the young Another hearse is drawn Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? In the straw colored light |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
When, when will you be landing?
When, when will you return? Feel, feel my heart expanding You and your alien arms All my earthly dreams are shattered, I'm so tired I quit Take me forever, it doesn't matter Deep inside of your ship. La, la la la la la landing. Please, oh oh won't you return? Feel, see your blue lights are flashing, You and your alien arms Deep in the forest I whirl like I did as a little girl Let my eyes rise in the sky looking for you Oh you know, I would go anywhere at all 'Cause no star is too far with you, with you La, la la la la la landing. Please, oh oh won't you return? Feel, feel my heart expanding, You and your alien arms All my earthly dreams are shattered, I'm so tired I quit Take me forever, it doesn't matter Deep inside of your ship Land, land Oh I am waiting for you, Oh I am waiting for you, oh I am waiting for you, Waiting for you to take me up by my starry spine Ohhhh ohhhh with your distant fingers Oh I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, Oh I am waiting for you |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
Lower the thing the skin of a cat
Skin it to the left just laying there No other thing is luck like that And you set it said it said nothing Went to the party very discouraged I watched the litter pile like a wall I looked at the river just couldn't forgive it It was ladened with all kinds of shit Still I admit that I didn't say nothing I turned my back walked away Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing Everyone was dancing I stood over in the corner I was listening they were saying this and saying that And putting this one down but nothing was delivered Nothing good was coming I just stood there I couldn't believe it but I didn't say nothing I walked the floor then I looked away Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing How long how long will we make do Maybe it's time to break on through Gonna lift my skirts gonna straighten up Gonna get well I'm gonna do something Gonna face the fact gonna give it back And I'm gonna do something won't hold my tongue Won't hold the thought won't hold the card Well I'm gonna do something Oh my brain I got to complain You can refrain but I'm gonna do something How long how long will we make do Maybe it's time to break on through Out in the desert I saw that old cat skinned I saw it floating in the river I saw and no one seemed to mind They sat there they sat there watching the sun I saw it float away and I watched the buildings crumble Like dust in the hand and we watched the sun Spread its wings and fly away And in the mountains a cry echoes Don't say nothing Don't say nothing no Don't say nothing no |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na I'm with you always, you're ever on my mind In a light to last, a whole life through Each way I turn, the sense of you Surrounds in every step I take in all I do Your thoughts your schemes Captivate my dreams Everlasting, ever new Sea returns to sea And sky to sky In a life of dream am I When I'm with you Deep in my heart, how the presence of you shines In a light to last a whole life through I recall the wonder of it all Each dream of life, I'll share with you Sea returns to sea And sky to sky In a life of dream am I When I'm with you I'm with you always, you're ever on my mind In a light to last a whole life through The hand above turns those leaves of love All and all a timeless view Each dream of life Flung from paradise Everlasting, ever new Dream of life Dream of life Na, na, na, na, na |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na I'm with you always, you're ever on my mind In a light to last, a whole life through Each way I turn, the sense of you Surrounds in every step I take in all I do Your thoughts your schemes Captivate my dreams Everlasting, ever new Sea returns to sea And sky to sky In a life of dream am I When I'm with you Deep in my heart, how the presence of you shines In a light to last a whole life through I recall the wonder of it all Each dream of life, I'll share with you Sea returns to sea And sky to sky In a life of dream am I When I'm with you I'm with you always, you're ever on my mind In a light to last a whole life through The hand above turns those leaves of love All and all a timeless view Each dream of life Flung from paradise Everlasting, ever new Dream of life Dream of life Na, na, na, na, na |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella. Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising. I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . . |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella. Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising. I am the spring, the holy ground, The endless seed of mystery, The thorn, the veil, the face of grace, The brazen image, the thief of sleep, The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ Dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . . |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
I just don't know what to do tonight, My head is aching as I drink and breathe Memory falls like cream in my bones, moving on my own. There must be something I can dream tonight, The air is filled with the moves of you, All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will, ooh, ah. Trumpets, violins, I hear them in the distance And my skin emits a ray, but I think it's sad, it's much too bad That our friends can't be with us today |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I just don't know what to do tonight,
My head is aching as I drink and breathe Memory falls like cream in my bones, moving on my own. There must be something I can dream tonight, The air is filled with the moves of you, All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will, ooh, ah. Trumpets, violins, I hear them in the distance And my skin emits a ray, but I think it's sad, it's much too bad That our friends can't be with us today |
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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
[Originally by Tears for Fears]
Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while sleep We will find you Acting on your best behaviour Turn your back on mother nature Everybody wants to rule the world It's my own design It's my own remorse Help me to decide Help make the most Of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad they had fade it Everybody wants to rule the world I can't stand this indecision Married with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world Say that you'll never never never need it One headline why believe it ? Everybody wants to rule the world All for freedom and for pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
It's been a hard time
And when it rains it rains on me The sky just opens And when it rains it pours I walk alone assaulted it seems By tears from heaven And darling I can't help Thinking those tears are yours Our wild love came from above And wilder still is the wind that howls Like a voice that knows it's gone 'Cause darling you died and well I cried But I'll get by Salute our love And send you a smile And move on So darling farewell all will be well And then all will be fine The children will rise Strong and happy be sure 'Cause your love flows And the corn still grows And God only knows we're only given As much as the heart can endure But I don't know why But when it rains it rains on me The sky just opens And when it rains it pours But I look up and a rainbow appears Like a smile from heaven And darling I can't help thinking That smile is yours |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Fire of unknown origin took my baby away. Swept her up and off my wavelength. Swallowed her up like the ocean in a fire thick and gray. Death comes sweeping thru the hallway like a ladies' dress. Death comes riding down the hallway in its Sunday best. Death comes driving; death comes creeping; death comes I can't do nothing. Death goes, there must be something that remains. Death, it made me sick and crazy 'cause that fire took my baby away. |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
I been walking
Wherefore am I walking I been walking If you see me walking A-walking a-walking If you see me walking Don't avert your eyes Don't turn away Don't turn away I'm coming to you Oh-oh oh oh Oh-oh oh to you Living in steps Till I can rest Living in steps Till I'm blessed by you I and I alone Can but do for you To twist in my hand The thorn of thy youth To draw thy seed To turn in birth Thy sighs (Living in steps) Thy moans Till we can rest Living in steps Till I'm by you All I ever wanted I and I alone I will wash your feet And dry them with my hair I will give to you Every other tear Thy breath thy spear Thy season of mirth Seven steps Until I can rest Seven steps Til I am blessed by you All I ever wanted I wanted I wanted All I ever wanted I wanted for you Oh-wo-wo Oh-wo-wo All I ever wanted I wanted for you Five steps Till I can rest Five steps Till I'm blessed by you Four steps Till I can rest Four steps Till I'm blessed by you All I ever wanted I wanted I wanted All I ever wanted I wanted for you I and I alone Ghost of thy ghost Walk I will walk A burning stem To illume thy night (Three steps ) Blood of my blood Bone of my bone (Three steps ) Can but do for you I and I alone Two steps Till I can rest Two steps Till I'm blessed by you Oh oh oh Can but do for you I and I alone Oh oh oh |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep all of the power that burns in the flame ignites the light in a single name Frederick name of care fast asleep in a room somewhere guardian angels [line a bed] shed their light on my sleepy head I am a threshold yearning to sing down with the the dancers having one last fling here's to the moment when you said hello come on my spirit are you ready let's go hi hi hey hey maybe I will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love now I lay me down to sleep pray the Lord my soul to keep kiss to kiss breath to breath my soul surrenders astonished to death night of wonder for us to keep set our sails channel [out] deep after the rapture two hearts meet mine entwined in a single beat Frederick you're the one as we journey from sun to sun all the dreams I waited so long for fly tonight so long so long bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love Frederick name of care high above in sky that's clear all the things I've been dreamin' of are expressed in this name of love bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above . . . This is dedicated to my clarinet teacher Fred Sonic Smith |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery, Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad. I take that money, buy you things you never had. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Oh, baby, to buy you all the things you need for free. I'll buy you a jet plane, baby, Get you on a higher plane to a jet stream And take you through the stratosphere And check out the planets there and then take you down Deep where it's hot, hot in Arabia, babia, then cool, cold fields of snow And we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream. When we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, We'll dream it, dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, free money, free money, free money. Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Baby, I know our troubles will be gone. Oh, I know our troubles will be gone, goin' gone If we dream, dream, dream for free. And when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery, Scoop the pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad. I take that money, buy you things you never had. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Oh, baby, to buy you all the things you need for free. I'll buy you a jet plane, baby, Get you on a higher plane to a jet stream And take you through the stratosphere And check out the planets there and then take you down Deep where it's hot, hot in Arabia, babia, then cool, cold fields of snow And we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream. When we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, We'll dream it, dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, free money, free money, free money. Every night before I go to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery. Every night before I rest my head See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed. Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me, Baby, I know our troubles will be gone. Oh, I know our troubles will be gone, goin' gone If we dream, dream, dream for free. And when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it, Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark And his mother would fast and pray at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat He had eaten flowers, fell burning Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair He was whispering into his God's ear Let the children be so, let children be so And the lamplight flickered, flickered And his mother withered like Job And he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Hey, little man, awake from your slumber Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind Was mercurial, was mercurial As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor Long live revolution and the spinning wheel And a handful of salt and a handful of salt And the untouchables felt like candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" The children of God with hands full of candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Feel our woes, man of the giving Rejoin the living, rejoin the living Awake from the net where you've been sleeping And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair And the burning flowers from the young girls Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Awake little man, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers One, two, three, four hundred thousand million People, people, people, people Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution and the spinning wheel Awake, awake is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark And his mother would fast and pray at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat He had eaten flowers, fell burning Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair He was whispering into his God's ear Let the children be so, let children be so And the lamplight flickered, flickered And his mother withered like Job And he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Hey, little man, awake from your slumber Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind Was mercurial, was mercurial As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor Long live revolution and the spinning wheel And a handful of salt and a handful of salt And the untouchables felt like candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" The children of God with hands full of candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Feel our woes, man of the giving Rejoin the living, rejoin the living Awake from the net where you've been sleeping And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair And the burning flowers from the young girls Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Awake little man, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers One, two, three, four hundred thousand million People, people, people, people Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution and the spinning wheel Awake, awake is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
We shall live again, we shall live.
What is it children that falls from the sky ? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye. Mannah from Heaven from the most high, Food from the father, tayi, taye aye. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Peace to your brother, give and take peace, Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet One foot extended, snake to the ground, Wave up the Earth, one turn around. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Stretch out your arms now tip and swing, Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi. Threw out your shoe over the soil, Dust off the words that shaped from the tale. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost, Bread of your bread, ghost of your host, We are the tears that fall from your eyes, Word of your word, cry of your cry. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again. What is it, Father, in your eye, What is this wisdom, eyes of God, That makes me feel just what I need. You used to fly me the way to speed. What is it, Father, holy that night ? What is it, Father, that moves to the right ? What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ? What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ? What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ? What is it, Father, that brings me down What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like. What is it, Father, I just ride into space What is it, Father, I can tell you one night What is it, Father, I can tell what I like What is it, Father, are you into shape What is it, Father, are you calling today What is it, Father ... |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
We shall live again, we shall live
What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye, aye Man from heaven from the most high Food from the father, tayi, taye, aye We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Peace to your brother; give and take peace Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet One foot extended, snake to the ground Wave up the earth, one turn around We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Stretch out your arms, now tip and swing Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi Threw out your shoe over the soil Dust off the words that shaped from the tale We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again; shake out the ghost dance Here we are, father, lord, holy ghost Bread of your bread, ghost of your host We are the tears that fall from your eyes Word of your word, cry of your cry We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again What is it, father, in your eye? What is this wisdom, eyes of God That makes me feel just what I need? You used to fly me the way to speed What is it, father, holy that night? What is it, father, that moves to the right? What is it, father, that is waiting in heaven? What is it, father, that shapes from your hand? What is it, father, that makes me spin around? What is it, father, that brings me down? What is it, father? You can't tell what I like? What is it, father? I just ride into space What is it, father? I can tell you one night What is it, father? I can tell what I like What is it, father? Are you into shape? What is it, father? Are you calling today? What is it, father? |
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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away War, children It's just a shot away It's just a shot away War, children It's just a shot away It's just a shot away Ooh, see the fire is sweepin' Our very street today Burns like a red coal carpet Mad bull lost his way War, children It's just a shot away It's just a shot away War, children It's just a shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It's just a shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It's just a shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It's just a shot away It's just a shot away, shot away The floods is threat'ning My very life today Gimme, gimme shelter Or I'm gonna fade away War, children It's just a shot away It's just a shot away It's just a shot away It's just a shot away It's just a shot away It's just a shot away I tell you love, sister It's just a kiss away It's just a kiss away It's just a kiss away It's just a kiss away It's just a kiss away Kiss away, kiss away Love It's just a kiss away Just a kiss away Love Oh, love, love, love Love Love |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
It's been a while since I've seen your face It's been a while since I've walked this place I see the monkeys riding on their bikes Racing through the impossible night You say you're feeling like a new tree Man they'll cut you from limb to limb Pick your pocket with such delight Shake it to the right Shake it in the light Oh can't you see the glitter The glitter in their eyes Oh can't you see the glitter The glitter in their eyes Genius stalking in new shoes Have you got WTO blues Dust of diamonds Making you sneeze Kids on rollers ready for Running through the junkyards Breezing through the halls Racing through the malls Walking through the walls They'll strip your mind Just for fun Quoth the raven Yum yum yum Children children everywhere Selling souls for souvenirs They've been sold out like as not Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat They'll trade you up Trade you down Your body a commodity Our sacred stage Has been defaced Replaced to grace The marketplace Dow is jonesing at the bit 42nd Disney Street Ragged hearts unraveling Look out kids The gleam the gleam All that glitters Is not all that glitters Is not all that glitters |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me, me people say beware! but I don't care the words are just rules and regulations to me, me I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed and I go to this here party and I just get bored until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling and then I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine ooh I'll put my spell on her here she comes walkin' down the street here she comes comin' through my door here she comes crawlin' up my stair here she comes waltzin' through the hall in a pretty red dress and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine and then I hear this knockin' on my door hear this knockin' on my door and I look up into the big tower clock and say, oh my God here's midnight! and my baby is walkin' through the door leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name she whispered to me, she told me her name and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is G-L-O-R-I-A G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth I didn't hear them I didn't see I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong. ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong counting the time, then you came to my room and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria and the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime they're singing, Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine. Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me, me people say beware! but I don't care the words are just rules and regulations to me, me I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed and I go to this here party and I just get bored until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling and then I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine ooh I'll put my spell on her here she comes walkin' down the street here she comes comin' through my door here she comes crawlin' up my stair here she comes waltzin' through the hall in a pretty red dress and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine and then I hear this knockin' on my door hear this knockin' on my door and I look up into the big tower clock and say, oh my God here's midnight! and my baby is walkin' through the door leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name she whispered to me, she told me her name and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is G-L-O-R-I-A G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth I didn't hear them I didn't see I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong. ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong counting the time, then you came to my room and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria and the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime they're singing, Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine. Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves wild card up my sleeve thick heart of stone my sins my own they belong to me, me people say beware! but I don't care the words are just rules and regulations to me, me I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed and I go to this here party and I just get bored until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling and then I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine ooh I'll put my spell on her here she comes walkin' down the street here she comes comin' through my door here she comes crawlin' up my stair here she comes waltzin' through the hall in a pretty red dress and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine and then I hear this knockin' on my door hear this knockin' on my door and I look up into the big tower clock and say, oh my God here's midnight! and my baby is walkin' through the door leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name she whispered to me, she told me her name and her name is, and her name is, and her name is, and her name is G-L-O-R-I-A G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria I was at the stadium There were twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth I didn't hear them I didn't see I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong. ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong counting the time, then you came to my room and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria and the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime they're singing, Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine. Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
You are the adrenaline
Rushing through my veins Stimulate my heart Heavy crystalline You are the sulphur Extinguished by the flame You are everything to me All this in your name Oh, walking in your blue coat Weeping admiral All the twisted cellars They had to hand your name Ended all that's static In a myth of sin Mirror minor static Pale adrenaline Take it Ah, take it That day you said to me, "It could never be" Say the hour of sea to seep "Have you said Godspeed?" Love is a vampire Energy of dead Love is like a boomerang Comin' back again On a rack of red leather On a rack of skin and sin Tell me how to pale In adrenaline And you said to me, "It could never be" Say the hour of sea to seep And you said to me, "Have you said Godspeed?" I could make it all All the twisted sand and foam I'll never, ever return I could make it Make it all I'm walking, follow me Down the twisted stair Stuck inside a memory Shot and shot again Hand upon a railin' Courtin' fate and fate We're sailin', sailin', sailin' sailin' Down a black, black river And I plunge right in And I plunge right in In adrenaline In adrenaline I move inside my vein Ah, you're the speed I need Throw the pistol in Oh, your love's a vampire Comin' in to suck Stop, stop, stop, stop Oh, I fell and fell and fell Down, down, down, down Oh, I'm gonna duck |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing again Let's go under where the sun beams Let's go under my friend Are we sleeping, are we dreaming Are we dancing again Is it heaven, crack it open And we'll slide down its stream We can hold on, I'm sure To the sea's foaming mane It will serve us, we'll surface And we'll plunge back again Sun is rising on the water Light is dancing like a flame There's no burning where the sun beams Oh, it's such a lovely game Does the sea dream, I'm sure We are here, we attend We are bells on the shore As the tolling suspends Who will decide the shape of things The shift of being, who will perceive when life is new Shall we divide and become another Who is due for gift upon gift Who will decide Shall we swim over and over The curve of a wing It's destination ever changing Sun is rising on the water Light is dancing like a flame Let's go waltzing on the water Let's go under again Let's go under Going under Going under |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing again Let's go under where the sun beams Let's go under my friend Are we sleeping, are we dreaming Are we dancing again Is it heaven, crack it open And we'll slide down its stream We can hold on, I'm sure To the sea's foaming mane It will serve us, we'll surface And we'll plunge back again Sun is rising on the water Light is dancing like a flame There's no burning where the sun beams Oh, it's such a lovely game Does the sea dream, I'm sure We are here, we attend We are bells on the shore As the tolling suspends Who will decide the shape of things The shift of being, who will perceive when life is new Shall we divide and become another Who is due for gift upon gift Who will decide Shall we swim over and over The curve of a wing It's destination ever changing Sun is rising on the water Light is dancing like a flame Let's go waltzing on the water Let's go under again Let's go under Going under Going under |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
Hey now man's own kin
We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful soul he's gone again I have a winter's tale How vagrant hearts relent prevail Sow their seed into the wind Seize the sky and they're gone again fame is fleeting God is nigh We raise our arms to him on night We shoot our flint into the sun We bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone Hey now man's own kin We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful heart he's gone again Here a man man's own kin He turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees Before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land his sun And he arose his blood aflame The clouds pressed with hand prints stained one last breath The sky is high The hungry earth The empty vein The ashes rain Death's own bed Man's own kin Into the wind One last breath Hole in life Love knot tied Braid undone Child born The hollow horn Warrior cried A warrior died One last breath Lick of flame Spirit moaned Spirit shed The heavens fed Man's own kin Grips the sky And he's gone again Hey now man's own kin We lay down into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful heart he's gone again Hey now man's own kin He ascends into the wind Grateful heart grateful limbs Grateful man he's gone again |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Hey now man's own kin
We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful soul he's gone again I have a winter's tale How vagrant hearts relent prevail Sow their seed into the wind Seize the sky and they're gone again fame is fleeting God is nigh We raise our arms to him on night We shoot our flint into the sun We bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone Hey now man's own kin We commend into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful heart he's gone again Here a man man's own kin He turned his back and his own people shot him And he fell on his knees Before the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land his sun And he arose his blood aflame The clouds pressed with hand prints stained one last breath The sky is high The hungry earth The empty vein The ashes rain Death's own bed Man's own kin Into the wind One last breath Hole in life Love knot tied Braid undone Child born The hollow horn Warrior cried A warrior died One last breath Lick of flame Spirit moaned Spirit shed The heavens fed Man's own kin Grips the sky And he's gone again Hey now man's own kin We lay down into the wind Grateful arms grateful limbs Grateful heart he's gone again Hey now man's own kin He ascends into the wind Grateful heart grateful limbs Grateful man he's gone again |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
Hey there Come and take a walk with me Stroll into infinity We'll stroll along Until the dawn is gone Midnight take it to the twilight Just a little slice of light Let's turn it off and on off and on Strolling ain't it wonderful Into a light that lingers On and on, on and on Strolling ain't it wonderful Stars fall for we two Bathed in a light of our own Oh life Much too great to sacrifice Come and have another slice Ah life goes on and on Oh life May you live a long life May you live a long life May you live a long life |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
Ours is just another skin That simply slips away You can rise above it It will shed easily It all will come out fine I've learned it line by line One common wire One silver thread All that you desire Rolls on ahead Like a ship in a bottle Held up to the sun Sails ain't going nowhere You can count every one Until it crashes unto the earth And simply slips away You can hide in the open Or just disappear Ours is just a craving And a twist of the wrist Will undo the stopper With abrupt tenderness Die little sparrow And awake Singing It all will come out fine I've learned it line by line One common wire One silver thread All that you desire Rolls on ahead |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just like any other And the song they bled Was a hymn to him Awake my little one The seed of revolution Sewn in the sleeve Of cloth humbly worn Where others are adorned Above the northern plain The great birds fly With great wings Over the paddy fields And the people kneel And the men they toil Yet not for their own And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy stood His mother lay dead His sisters cried for bread And within his young heart The seed of revolution sewn In cloth humbly worn While others are adorned And he grew into a man Not like any other Just like any other One small man A beard the color of rice A face the color of tea Who shared the misery Of other men in chains With shackles on his feet Escaped the guillotine Who fought against Colonialism imperialism Who remained awake While others slept Who penned like Jefferson Let independence ring And the cart of justice turns Slow and bitterly And the people were crying Plant that seed that seed And they crawled on their bellies Beneath the giant beast And filled the carts with bodies Where once had been their crops And the great birds swarm Spread their wings overhead And his mother dead And the typhoons and the rain The jungles in flames And the orange sun None could be more beautiful Than Vietnam Nothing was more beautiful Than Vietnam And his he |
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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
There is a town in north ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless Baby can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across the door, Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
what i feel when i'm playing guitar
is completely cold and crazy, like i don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything. sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread afraid that i'll never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her, my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
what i feel when i'm playing guitar
is completely cold and crazy, like i don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything. sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread afraid that i'll never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her, my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
When I am troubled in the night
He comes to comfort me. He wills me thru the darkness And the empty child is free To take his hand his sacred heart The heart that breaks the dawn. Amen. And when I think I've had my fill He fills up again. |
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from Patti Smith - Jubilee (2004)
Oh glad day to celebrate 'Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet Water pure Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee Oh my land Oh my good People don't be shy Weave the birth of harmony With children's happy cries Hand in hand We're dancing around In a freedom ring Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee We will never fade away Doves shall multiply Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day With debt and despair What good hour Will restore our troubled air? Come on people Gather round You know what to do Come on people Oh my land What be troubling Oh my land What be troubling What be troubling What be troubling you We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and weariness Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and sacrifice? Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil liberties Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring Freedom ring Freedom ring Jubilee Oh my land Oh glad day Oh my land Hear our cry Freedom ring Oh glad day Oh my land Jubilee Jubilee |
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Subject : Patti Smith - Smells like teen spirit / Pastime paradise
