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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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The wall is high, the black barn, The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift, Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. Ah, here I stand again in this old 'lectric whirlwind, The sea rushes up my knees like flame And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc And the cause is you lookin' up at me. Oh baby, I remember when you were born, It was dawn and the storm settled in my belly And I rolled in the grass and I spit out the gas And I lit a match and the void went flash And the sky split and the planets hit, Balls of jade dropped and existence stopped, stopped, stop, stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. I was goin' crazy, so crazy I knew I could break through with you, So with one hand I rocked you and with one heart I reached for you. Ah, I knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane, So I ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces Burst from the barn and flames in a violent violet sky, And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me. Your soul was like a network of spittle, Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic, And I prayed as the lightning attacked That something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack, Something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack. The palm trees fall into the sea, It doesn't matter much to me As long as you're safe, Kimberly. And I can gaze deep Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, oh. Oh, in your starry eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, oh. Oh, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby |
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The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, Horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, Dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?" Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that's how I that's how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) He opened his throat (your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) Mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) Pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
Late afternoon, dreaming hotel
We just had the quarrel that sent you away. I was looking for you, are you gone gone Called you on the phone, another dimension. Well, you never returned, oh you know what I mean. I went looking for you, are you gone, gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with a shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Everyone was singing, girl is washed up On Redondo Beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone gone ? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim of sweet suicide. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, Was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Picked up my key, didn't reply. Went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are U gone gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal. I was just standing with shock on my face. The hearse pulled away, and the girl that had died, it was you. You'll never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Gone gone, gone gone, good-bye. |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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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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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I see it all before me:
The days of love and torment; The nights of rock-and-roll. I see it all before me. Sometimes my spirit's empty; Don't have the will to go on. I wish someone would send me Energy. Give me something. Give me something to give. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. My body is aching. Don't want sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me through the path of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you. Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you; Waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds And be Thee, be Thee. Lead me, oh, lead me. Leave me something. Leave me something to live. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. I don't want no handout; No, not sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. Come on. Set me free Set me free . . . Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn. Set me free. In the presence of my enemies, Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life. And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Ah, damn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn. Here I am. |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
{{ Babelogue }}
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. {{ Rock'n Roll Nigger }} Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. Baby got big and baby get bigger. Baby get something. Baby get more. Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger. Oh, look around you, all around you, riding on a copper wave. Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to behave? Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. (Lenny!) Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger. Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger. Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. (those who have suffered, understand suffering, and thereby extend their hand the storm that brings harm also makes fertile blessed is the grass and herb and the true thorn and light) I was lost in a valley of pleasure. I was lost in the infinite sea. I was lost, and measure for measure, love spewed from the heart of me. I was lost, and the cost, and the cost didn't matter to me. I was lost, and the cost was to be outside society. Jimi Hendrix was a nigger. Jesus Christ and Grandma, too. Jackson Pollock was a nigger. Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, if you're looking, that's where you'll find me. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society. |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes? Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view Over the cloud, over the bridge Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, all mine Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine The sexual streets, why it's all so insane? Humans are running lavender room Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, oh he's mine A stranger comes up to him Hands him an old, rusty Polaroid It starts crumbling in his hands He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture This is no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my jack" Rude excavation, landin' site, boy hesitatin', jack-knife He rips his leg open, so out of time Blood and light runnin', it's all like a dream Light of my life, he's dressed in flame It's all so predestined, it's all such a game for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And it's all just space, just space There he is, up in a tree Oh, I hear him callin' down to me That banana-shaped object ain't no banana It's a bright, yellow U.F.O. And he's coming to get me, here I go Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up Oh, goodbye mama I'll never do dishes again Here I go from my body Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha help |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
Raise the sky.
We got to fly over the land, over the sea. Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise. God, do not seize me please, till victory. Take arms. Take aim. Be without shame No one to bow to, to vow to, to blame. Legions of light, virtuous flight. Ignite, excite. And you will see us coming, V formation, through the sky. Film survives. Eyes cry. On the hill, hear us call through a realm of sound. Oh, oh-oh. Down and down. Down and round, oh, down and round. Round and round, oh, round and round. Rend the veil and we shall sail. The nail, the grail: That's all behind thee. In deed, in creed, the curve of our speed. And we believe that we will raise the sky. We got to fly over the land, over the sea. Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise. God, do not seize me please, till victory. Victory. Till victory. |
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from Patti Smith - Easter (1978)
You say you want me.
I want another. Say you dream of me. Dream of your brother. Oh, the stars shine so suspiciously for we three. You said when you were with me that nothing made you high. We drank all night together and you began to cry so recklessly. Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me. You say you want me. I want another, baby. You say you wish for me. Wish for your brother. Oh, the dice roll so deceptively for we three. It was just another Saturday and ev'rything was in the key of A. And I lit a cigarette for your brother. And he turned and heard me say so desp'rately, "Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me." You say you want me. I want another. You say you pray for me. Pray for your brother. Oh, the way that I see him is the way I see myself. So please stand back now and let time tell you. Oh, can't you see that time is the key that will unlock the destiny of we three? Every night on sep'rate stars, before we go to sleep, we pray so breathlessly. Baby, please, don't take my hope away from me. |
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from No Alternative (1993)
Little emerald bird
Wants to fly away If I cup my hand Could I make him stay? Little emerald soul Little emerald eye Little emerald soul Must you say goodbye? All the things that we pursue All that we dream Are composed as nature knew In a feather green Little emerald bird As you light afar It is true I heard God is where you are Little emerald soul Little emerald eye Little emerald bird We must say goodbye |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Dream Of Life (1996)
In the medieval night
'twas love's design And the sky was open Like a valentine All the lacy lights Where wishes fall And like shakespeare's child I wished on them all Ahh to be your destiny Was all that I pursued I could see the sights From the lofty heights But my heart obscured the view I was looking for you Looking for you What could I do I was looking for you Along the black river The ambassador jewels And you were reflected In all that I saw In the towers of gold In the wheel and wing Gripping my senses Like an ancient claim Many is the time I knelt in the light Appealing to all that I know Guide my eyes and steps That I may find love true Refrain Come on darlin' All that hearts desire Was written before us In the medieval fire It was love's design In the glittering stars Like shakespeare's child To be where you are From the portobello road To the port of marseilles Where the dervish turns Where the wild goats play Looking for you I was |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Speak to me, speak to me heart
I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll ride, surely dance In a ring backwards and forwards Those who seek feel the glow A glow we all will know will know A glow we all will know will know On that day filled with grace On the way to heart's communion Steps we take, steps we trace All the way the heart's reunion Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Speak to me, speak to me shadow I spin from the wheel, nothing at all Save the need, the need to weave A silk of souls, that whisper, whisper A silk of souls, that whispers to me Speak to me heart All things renew Hearts will mend 'Round the bend Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Rise up, hold the reins Hold me, I don't know when Hold tight, bye bye Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
I was dreaming in my dreaming of an aspect bright and fair and my sleeping it was broken but my dream it lingered near in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry that the people have the power to redeem the work of fools upon the meek the graces shower it's decreed the people rule The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power Vengeful aspects became suspect and bending low as if to hear and the armies ceased advancing because the people had their ear and the shepherds and the soldiers lay beneath the stars exchanging visions and laying arms to waste in the dust in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry Refrain Where there were deserts I saw fountains like cream the waters rise and we strolled there together with none to laugh or criticize and the leopard and the lamb lay together truly bound I was hoping in my hoping to recall what I had found I was dreaming in my dreaming god knows a purer view as I surrender to my sleeping I commit my dream to you Refrain The power to dream to rule to wrestle the world from fools it's decreed the people rule it's decreed the people rule LISTEN I believe everything we dream can come to pass through our union we can turn the world around we can turn the earth's revolution we have the power People have the power ... |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Little blue dreamer go to sleep
Let's close our eyes and call the deep Slumbering land that just begins When day is done and little dreamers spin First take my hand then let it go Little blue boy, you're on your own Little blue wings as those feet fly Little blue shoes that walk across the sky May your path be your own But I'm with you And each day you'll grow He'll be there too And someday, you go We'll follow you As you go, as you go Little blue star that offers light Little blue bird that offers flight Little blue path where those feet fall Little blue dreamer won't you dream it all May your path be your own But I'm with you And each day you'll grow He'll be there too And someday, you go We'll follow you As you go, as you go And in your travels you will see Warrior wings remember Daddy And if a mama bird you see Folding her wings will you remember me As you go, as you go As you go, as you go |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Up there there's a ball of fire
Some call it the spirit, some call it the sun Its energies are not for hire It serves man, it serves everyone Down there where Jonah wails In the healin' water, in the ready depths Twistin' like silver swans No line of death, no boundaries Up there the eye is hollow The eye is winkin', the winds ablaze Angels howlin', the Sphinx awakens But what can she say, you'd be amazed Down there your, days are numbers You're no numbers, nothin' to fear There will be trumpets, there will be silence In the end it'll here just here Ahh, the borders of heaven are zipped up tight tonight The abstract streets, the lights like some switched on Mondrian Cats like us are obsolete, hey man, don't breathe on my feet Thieves, poets we're inside out and everybody's a soldier Angels howl at those abstract lights And the borders of heaven are zipped up tight tonight Up there there's a ball of fire Some call it the spirit, some call it the sun Its energies are not for hire It serves man, it serves everyone The air we breathe, the flame of wisdom The earth we grind, the beckonin' sea No mystery, not sentimental Ahh, the equation, it's all elemental The world is restless, Heaven in flux ,angels appear From the bright storm out of the shadows Up there, down there but what can we say Man's been forewarned All communion is not holy, even those that fall Well, they can prophet understandin' It's all for man, it's for everyone It's up there, down there, everywhere, everywhere Time for communion, time for communion Oh, and it's up there, out there, in there Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
In a room in Lebanon
They silently slept They were dreamin' crazy dreams In foreign alphabet Lucky young boys Cross on the main The driver was approachin' The American zone The wavin' of hands The tiniest train They never dreamed They'd never wake again Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law And they'll all go together Where duty calls United children Child of Iran Parallel prayers Baseball Koran I'll protect Mama I'll lie awake I'll die for Allah In a holy war I'll be a ranger I'll guard the streams I'll be a soldier A sleepin' marine Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law And they'll all go together Where duty calls In the heart of the ancient Ali smiles In the soul of the desert The sun blooms Awake Into the glare of all out little wars Who pray to return to salute The coming and dying of the moon Oh sleeping sun Assassin in prayer Laid a compass deep Exploding dawn And himself as well Their eyes for his eyes Their breath for his breath All to his end And a room in Lebanon Dust of scenes Erase and blend May the blanket of kings Cover them and him Voice of the Swarm We follow we fall Kneel for priests Some wail at walls Flag on a match head God or the law And they'll all go together Where duty calls Forgive them Father They know not what they do From the vast portals Of their consciousness They're calling to you Room in Lebanon There's room in Lebanon |
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from Patti Smith - Dream Of Life (1996)
Wild leaves are falling
Falling to the ground Every leaf a moment A light upon the crown That we'll all be wearing In a time unbound And wild leaves are falling Falling to the ground Every word that's spoken Every word decreed Every spell that's broken Every golden deed All the parts we're playing Binding as the reed And wild leaves are falling Wild wild leaves As the campfire's burning As the fire ignites All the moments turning In the stormy bright Well enough the churning When enough believe The coming and the going Wild wild leaves Wild wild leaves Wild wild leaves |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Gone Again (1996)
We waltzed beneath motionless skies
All heaven's glory turned in your eyes We expressed such sweet vows Oh, till death do us part Oh, till death do us part Oh oh We waltzed beneath God's point of view Knowing no ending to our rendezvous We expressed such sweet vows Oh, till death do us part Oh, till death do us part Oh oh Oh, till death do us part Oh, till death do us part Oh oh We waltzed beneath motionless skies All heaven's glory turned in your eyes You pledged me your heart Till death do us part You pledged me your heart Till death do us part Till death do us part |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
Common fortune seeks us all
And slips our binding rings We'll turn our heads and make us reel We'll bare our arms as wings Before our feet a feather drifts Beyond us it will fall 'Cause time will bid and make us rise Make ravens of us all My love, he breathed the air of kings Yet fell beneath his luck And in his heart a yearning yet Before his time, time shook All the gifts that God had given Owned by fate denied Gone to where all treasures laid And where the raven flies Oh, there are places I agree Where I'm yet to roam The Egyptian field, the Arctic Sea Where shadows haunt and moan But none but sky I have to go Should I return to thee Gone to where the feather flies to eternity But for a time I got more time till I a raven be 'Cause time will bid and make us rise Make ravens of us all And time will bid and make us fly Make ravens of us all And time will bid and make us fly Make ravens of us all |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
I was down in Georgia nothing was as real
As the street beneath my feet descending into air The cauldron was a bubbling, the flesh was lean And the women moved forward like piranhas in a stream They spread themselves before me an offering so sweet And they beckoned and they beckoned come on darling eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat They circled around me natives in a ring And I saw their souls a-withering like snakes in chains And they wrapped themselves around me, what a treat And they rattled their tales hissin' come on let's eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat I felt a rising in my throat the girls a-saying grace And the air, the viscous air pressed against my face And it all got too damn much for me just got too damn rough And I pushed away my plate and said boys I've had enough And I laid upon the table another piece of meat And I opened up my veins to them and said come on eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat 'Cause I was down in Georgia nothing was as real As the street beneath my feet descending into hell So eat eat eat You eat eat eat You eat eat eat Eat eat eat |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come, With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter. When asked who had sent for him, He answered with his thumb, For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter. He stayed behind the assembly hall, It was there he made his bed, And oftentimes he could be seen returning. Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand that read, "The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning." Oh, the leaves began to fallin' And the seas began to part, And the people that confronted him were many. And he was told but these few words, Which opened up his heart, "If you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any." |
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from Patti Smith - Gone Again (1996)
One two three four
I was a wing in Heaven blue Soared over the ocean, soared over Spain And I was free needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful I was a pawn didn't have a move Didn't have nowhere that I could go But I was free I needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue I was a vision in another eye And they saw nothing, no future at all Yet I was free I needed nobody It was beautiful, it was beautiful And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue And if there's one thing Could do for you You'd be a wing in Heaven blue |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Collective Works (1996)
The wall is high, the black barn,
The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift, Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. Ah, here I stand again in this old 'lectric whirlwind, The sea rushes up my knees like flame And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc And the cause is you lookin' up at me. Oh baby, I remember when you were born, It was dawn and the storm settled in my belly And I rolled in the grass and I spit out the gas And I lit a match and the void went flash And the sky split and the planets hit, Balls of jade dropped and existence stopped, stopped, stop, stop. Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind. Little sister, the fates are calling on you. I was goin' crazy, so crazy I knew I could break through with you, So with one hand I rocked you and with one heart I reached for you. Ah, I knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane, So I ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces Burst from the barn and flames in a violent violet sky, And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me. Your soul was like a network of spittle, Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic, And I prayed as the lightning attacked That something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack, Something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack. The palm trees fall into the sea, It doesn't matter much to me As long as you're safe, Kimberly. And I can gaze deep Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, oh. Oh, in your starry eyes, baby, Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, oh. Oh, looking deep in your eyes, baby, Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, Horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, Dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?" Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that's how I that's how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) He opened his throat (your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) Mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) Pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
In the medieval night
'twas love's design And the sky was open Like a valentine All the lacy lights Where wishes fall And like shakespeare's child I wished on them all Ahh to be your destiny Was all that I pursued I could see the sights From the lofty heights But my heart obscured the view I was looking for you Looking for you What could I do I was looking for you Along the black river The ambassador jewels And you were reflected In all that I saw In the towers of gold In the wheel and wing Gripping my senses Like an ancient claim Many is the time I knelt in the light Appealing to all that I know Guide my eyes and steps That I may find love true Refrain Come on darlin' All that hearts desire Was written before us In the medieval fire It was love's design In the glittering stars Like shakespeare's child To be where you are From the portobello road To the port of marseilles Where the dervish turns Where the wild goats play Looking for you I was |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Speak to me, speak to me heart
I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll ride, surely dance In a ring backwards and forwards Those who seek feel the glow A glow we all will know will know A glow we all will know will know On that day filled with grace On the way to heart's communion Steps we take, steps we trace All the way the heart's reunion Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Speak to me, speak to me shadow I spin from the wheel, nothing at all Save the need, the need to weave A silk of souls, that whisper, whisper A silk of souls, that whispers to me Speak to me heart All things renew Hearts will mend 'Round the bend Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Rise up, hold the reins Hold me, I don't know when Hold tight, bye bye Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Speak to me, speak to me heart
I feel a needing to bridge the clouds, softly go A way I wish to know, to know A way I wish to know, to know Oh, you'll ride, surely dance In a ring backwards and forwards Those who seek feel the glow A glow we all will know will know A glow we all will know will know On that day filled with grace On the way to heart's communion Steps we take, steps we trace All the way the heart's reunion Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Speak to me, speak to me shadow I spin from the wheel, nothing at all Save the need, the need to weave A silk of souls, that whisper, whisper A silk of souls, that whispers to me Speak to me heart All things renew Hearts will mend 'Round the bend Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Rise up, hold the reins Hold me, I don't know when Hold tight, bye bye Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair and my sleeping it was broken but my dream it lingered near in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry that the people have the power to redeem the work of fools upon the meek the graces shower it's decreed the people rule The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power Vengeful aspects became suspect and bending low as if to hear and the armies ceased advancing because the people had their ear and the shepherds and the soldiers lay beneath the stars exchanging visions and laying arms to waste in the dust in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry Refrain Where there were deserts I saw fountains like cream the waters rise and we strolled there together with none to laugh or criticize and the leopard and the lamb lay together truly bound I was hoping in my hoping to recall what I had found I was dreaming in my dreaming god knows a purer view as I surrender to my sleeping I commit my dream to you Refrain The power to dream to rule to wrestle the world from fools it's decreed the people rule it's decreed the people rule LISTEN I believe everything we dream can come to pass through our union we can turn the world around we can turn the earth's revolution we have the power People have the power ... |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair and my sleeping it was broken but my dream it lingered near in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry that the people have the power to redeem the work of fools upon the meek the graces shower it's decreed the people rule The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power The people have the power Vengeful aspects became suspect and bending low as if to hear and the armies ceased advancing because the people had their ear and the shepherds and the soldiers lay beneath the stars exchanging visions and laying arms to waste in the dust in the form of shining valleys where the pure air recognized and my senses newly opened I awakened to the cry Refrain Where there were deserts I saw fountains like cream the waters rise and we strolled there together with none to laugh or criticize and the leopard and the lamb lay together truly bound I was hoping in my hoping to recall what I had found I was dreaming in my dreaming god knows a purer view as I surrender to my sleeping I commit my dream to you Refrain The power to dream to rule to wrestle the world from fools it's decreed the people rule it's decreed the people rule LISTEN I believe everything we dream can come to pass through our union we can turn the world around we can turn the earth's revolution we have the power People have the power ... |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me Voices voices mesmerize Voices voices beckoning sea Come come come come back come back Come back come back come back Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon Mouth of a cave, I'm a slave I'm free. When are you coming ? Hope you come soon Fingers, fingers encircling thee Come come come come come come Come come come come come come for me oh My bowels are empty, excreting your soul What more can I give you ? Baby I don't know What more can I give you to make this thing grow? Don't turn your back now, I'm talking to you Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] Everything I've done, I've done for you Oh I give my life for you. Every move I made I move to you, And I came like a magnet for you now. What about it, you're gonna leave me, What about it, you don't need me, What about it, I can't live without you, What about it, I never doubted you What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? What about it ? Should I pursue a path so twisted ? Should I crawl defeated and gifted ? Should I go the length of a river, [The royal, the throne, the cry me a river] What about it, what about it, what about it ? Oh, I'm pissing in a river. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
He's delighted to love me, but you know,
I just don't know what to say to him. I just don't know. Heard it on the radio, it's no good Heard it on the radio, it's news to me When she gets something, it's understood Baby's got somethin' she's not used to Down, down, poppy, yeah Down, down, poppy, yeah Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to Baby wants somethin', I want more When I don't get it, I get blue, blue Down, down, and it's really comin', really comin', Down, down, poppy, yeah Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score Baby's got somethin', gonna get through, through When I want somethin' I want more, Heard it on the radio, there's nothin' I can do do I'm in the mood to And I'm a woman and an individual And I want rockin' real slow I wanna hear it on the radio I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies) I wanna hear it on the radio Baby got it but baby want more On the radio, heard it on the radio Baby got it but baby want more [babble] Heard it on the radio Won't be no need for layin' in the road Tonight I'm goin' out, oh yeah Baby got it but baby want more She won't need it any more [babble] Although she was tense and lean in the sun Splintered like a country Gently pulled his finger Everything is soakin' and spread with butter Their flowers on an average [on the seed?] And then they laid her on the table She connected with the inhaler And the needle shiftin' like crazy, She was, she was completely still. It was like a painting of a vase, She just lay there and the gas traveled fast Through the dorsal spine and down and around (I want more) The anal cavity, her cranium (I wanna score) Just, it was really great, man, The gas had inflicted her entire spine With the elements of a voluptuous disease With a green vapor, made her feet light Baby want more Baby was it in the closet. Baby get it there, baby tag it, Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby I don't think (after station) there's any station (I remember when) Quite as interesting to me (baby worship something) As the 12th station (laughin' at the flowers) I tuned in (to the tower) too many centuries Were calling to me And I spin, come down thru time Oh, watch them say you're too high And I swim through Hear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio, Hear it on the radio, hear it on the radio [babble] one long ecstatic pure sensation restriction started excreting, started excreting, ah exhilarating bottomless pit Hey Sheba, hey Salome, hey Venus eclipsin' my way ah. Her vessel, every woman is a vessel, is evasive, is aquatic. Everyone, silver ecstatic, platinum disk spinning |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I see it all before me:
The days of love and torment; The nights of rock-and-roll. I see it all before me. Sometimes my spirit's empty; Don't have the will to go on. I wish someone would send me Energy. Give me something. Give me something to give. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. My body is aching. Don't want sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me through the path of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Hey, Lord, I'm waitin' for you. Oh, God, I'm waitin' for you; Waitin' to open Your ninety-eight wounds And be Thee, be Thee. Lead me, oh, lead me. Leave me something. Leave me something to live. Oh, God, give me something: A reason to live. I don't want no handout; No, not sympathy. Come on. Come and love me. Come on. Set me free. Set me free. Come on. Set me free Set me free . . . Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn young. Oh, I'm so young, so goddamn. Set me free. In the presence of my enemies, Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life. And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Ah, damn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn. Here I am. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Oh I see you stare spi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi (spiraling) up there and ho,
Oh, into the center of my brain, and baby come, baby go And free the hurricane, oh, I go into the center of the airplane Baby gotta move to the center of my pain And my heart starts pumping, my fists start pumping Upset, total abandon, you know I love you so Total abandon, ooh, walla walla walla, Oh I see you stare spi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi (spiraling) up there and ho, Oh, into the center of my brain and baby come, baby go And free the hurricane, oh I go into the center of the airplane, Baby gotta box in the center of the ring And my heart starts pumping, my fists start pumping Upset, total abandon, you know I love you so. Total abandon, ooh wah Oh I go into the center of the airplane, Baby gotta go to the center of my brain And my heart starts pumping, my fists start pumping, Got no recollection of my past reflection, So I'm free to move in the resurrection. My heart starts pumping, my fists start pumping, My heart pumping, my heart pumping, my heart pumping Coming in the airport, coming in the sea, Coming in the garden, got a conscious stream, Coming in a washroom, coming on a plane, Coming in a force field, coming in my brain And my heart, my heart, Total abandon, total abandon, total abandon, Total abandon, total abandon, total abandon, Total abandon Oh I go into the center of the airplane, Baby gotta move to the center of my brain, My heart oh |
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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)
Late afternoon, dreaming hotel
We just had the quarrel that sent you away. I was looking for you, are you gone gone Called you on the phone, another dimension. Well, you never returned, oh you know what I mean. I went looking for you, are you gone, gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with a shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Everyone was singing, girl is washed up On Redondo Beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone gone ? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim of sweet suicide. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, Was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Picked up my key, didn't reply. Went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are U gone gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal. I was just standing with shock on my face. The hearse pulled away, and the girl that had died, it was you. You'll never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Gone gone, gone gone, good-bye. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Late afternoon, dreaming hotel
We just had the quarrel that sent you away. I was looking for you, are you gone gone Called you on the phone, another dimension. Well, you never returned, oh you know what I mean. I went looking for you, are you gone, gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with a shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Everyone was singing, girl is washed up On Redondo Beach and everyone is so sad. I was looking for you, are you gone gone ? Pretty little girl, everyone cried. She was the victim of sweet suicide. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Down by the ocean it was so dismal, Women all standing with shock on their faces. Sad description, oh I was looking for you. Desk clerk told me girl was washed up, Was small, an angel with apple blonde hair, now. I went looking for you, are you gone gone ? Picked up my key, didn't reply. Went to my room, started to cry. You were small, an angel, are U gone gone Down by the ocean it was so dismal. I was just standing with shock on my face. The hearse pulled away, and the girl that had died, it was you. You'll never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Never return into my arms 'cause you were gone gone. Gone gone, gone gone, good-bye. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I feel upset.
Let's do some celebrating. Come on honey, don't hesitate now. Needed you, you withdrew, I was so forsaken. Ah, but now the tables have turned, my move. I believe I'll be taking my revenge. Sweet revenge. I thought you were some perfect read-out. Some d-digital delay had obscured and phased my view of the wicked hand you played. Ah, the sands and hands of time have run out, run out, ah you better face it. Ah, this thing's run amok, this luck I do know how to replace it with revenge. Oh, sweet revenge. I gave you a wristwatch, baby. You wouldn't even give me the time of day. You want to know what makes me tick. Now it's me that's got precious little to say. For the ghosts of our love have dried have died. There's no use faking it. Ah, the spirits gonna close in on you tonight. High time I was taking my revenge. Sweet revenge. Revenge. Revenge. all the gold and silver couldn't measure up my love for you. it's so immaterial. i don't wait around for you. nobody gets anything. nobody gets nothing. no don't leave me no space in your little boat you ain't gonna need no you ain't gonna need no little boat you are living on my time my dear. Revenge. Sweet revenge. Sweet sweet revenge. . . |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
{{ Babelogue }}
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. {{ Rock'n Roll Nigger }} Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. Baby got big and baby get bigger. Baby get something. Baby get more. Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger. Oh, look around you, all around you, riding on a copper wave. Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to behave? Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. (Lenny!) Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger. Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger. Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. (those who have suffered, understand suffering, and thereby extend their hand the storm that brings harm also makes fertile blessed is the grass and herb and the true thorn and light) I was lost in a valley of pleasure. I was lost in the infinite sea. I was lost, and measure for measure, love spewed from the heart of me. I was lost, and the cost, and the cost didn't matter to me. I was lost, and the cost was to be outside society. Jimi Hendrix was a nigger. Jesus Christ and Grandma, too. Jackson Pollock was a nigger. Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, if you're looking, that's where you'll find me. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I've got seven ways of going, seven wheres to be,
seven sweet disguises, seven ways of serving Thee. Lord, I do extol Thee, for Thou has lifted me. Woke me up and shook me out of mine iniquity. Oh, I was undulating in the lewd impostered night. Steeped in a dream to rend the seams to redeem the rock of right. Swept through the seas of Galilee and the Seven Hills of Rome. Seven sins were wrung from the sight of me, lo I turned my neck toward home. Ah, I opened up my arms to You, and we spun from life to life, 'til you loosened me and let me go toward the everlasting light. In this big step I am taking seven seizures for the true. I got seven ways of going, seven ways of serving You. As I move thru seven levels As I move upon the slate As I declare to you The number of my moves As I speculate the eighth Seeking love without exception A light upon the swarm Seeking love without exception A saint in any form. |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
So you want to be a rock & roll star
Well listen now to what I say Get yourself an electric guitar And take some time and learn how to play And when hair's combed right And your pants are tight It's gonna be all right With time you go downtown To the agent man he won't let you down Sell your soul to the company They're all waiting there To sell plastic wares And in a week or two if you make the charts The girls will tear you apart What you pay for these riches and fame Well it's all a vicious game You're a little insane What you get is the public acclaim Don't forget who you are You're a rock & roll star Na na na na na . . . Hey you. come here. get up. Ah, this is the era where everybody creates. Recognize my face? They call me broken glass. That's because of the sound [ ] [ ] What you pay for all these riches and fame Well it's all a vicious game You're a little insane. Well you're a little insane Oh a little insane 'cause the thing that you gain Is the public acclaim Don't forget who you are Don't forget who you are Don't forget who you are You're a rock & roll star |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes? Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view Over the cloud, over the bridge Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, all mine Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine The sexual streets, why it's all so insane? Humans are running lavender room Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And he's mine, mine, oh he's mine A stranger comes up to him Hands him an old, rusty Polaroid It starts crumbling in his hands He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture This is no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my jack" Rude excavation, landin' site, boy hesitatin', jack-knife He rips his leg open, so out of time Blood and light runnin', it's all like a dream Light of my life, he's dressed in flame It's all so predestined, it's all such a game for my Space monkey, sign of the time, time Space monkey, so outta line, line Space monkey, sort of divine And it's all just space, just space There he is, up in a tree Oh, I hear him callin' down to me That banana-shaped object ain't no banana It's a bright, yellow U.F.O. And he's coming to get me, here I go Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up Oh, goodbye mama I'll never do dishes again Here I go from my body Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha help |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
I was down in Georgia nothing was as real
As the street beneath my feet descending into air The cauldron was a bubbling, the flesh was lean And the women moved forward like piranhas in a stream They spread themselves before me an offering so sweet And they beckoned and they beckoned come on darling eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat They circled around me natives in a ring And I saw their souls a-withering like snakes in chains And they wrapped themselves around me, what a treat And they rattled their tales hissin' come on let's eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat I felt a rising in my throat the girls a-saying grace And the air, the viscous air pressed against my face And it all got too damn much for me just got too damn rough And I pushed away my plate and said boys I've had enough And I laid upon the table another piece of meat And I opened up my veins to them and said come on eat Eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat You eat the summer cannibals, eat eat eat 'Cause I was down in Georgia nothing was as real As the street beneath my feet descending into hell So eat eat eat You eat eat eat You eat eat eat Eat eat eat |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Little blue dreamer go to sleep
Let's close our eyes and call the deep Slumbering land that just begins When day is done and little dreamers spin First take my hand then let it go Little blue boy, you're on your own Little blue wings as those feet fly Little blue shoes that walk across the sky May your path be your own But I'm with you And each day you'll grow He'll be there too And someday, you go We'll follow you As you go, as you go Little blue star that offers light Little blue bird that offers flight Little blue path where those feet fall Little blue dreamer won't you dream it all May your path be your own But I'm with you And each day you'll grow He'll be there too And someday, you go We'll follow you As you go, as you go And in your travels you will see Warrior wings remember Daddy And if a mama bird you see Folding her wings will you remember me As you go, as you go As you go, as you go |
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from Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Raise the sky
We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds; and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please, till victory Take arms, take aim, be without shame No one to bow to, to vow to, to blame Legions of light, virtuous flight ignite, excite And you will see us coming, V-formation through the sky Film survives, eyes cry On the hill hear us call through a realm of sound Oh, oh-oh, down and down Down and 'round, oh, down and 'round 'Round and 'round, oh, 'round and 'round Rend the veil and we shall sail The nail, the grail: that's all behind thee In deed, in creed, the curve of our speed And we believe that we will raise the sky We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds; and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please, till victory Victory, till victory Victory, till victory |
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Subject : Patti Smith - Smells like teen spirit / Pastime paradise
