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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away We were talking about the love we all could share When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew Try to realise it's all within yourself No one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small And life flows on within you and without you We were talking about the love that's gone so cold And the people who gain the world and lose their soul They don't know, they can't see, are you one of them? When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find Peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one And life flows on within you and without you |
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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 - 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 - The Collective Works (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)
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 - Twelve (2007)
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small When men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head" You're getting smaller |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
Hello friend, I've come a callin'
Passively stationed, active patrol Slidin' in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff Not wanna get involved in it all Who stands guard for each other? Why must we guard anything at all? Anything at all From the earth's four corners the people are calling Forming equations but the questions are hard All men are brothers, killing each other And Mother Earth is wringing in wonder Who stands guard for each other? Oh, why must we guard anything at all? Anything at all Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away There's a cross on the road, there's a great mill turnin' Some seeking answers, some born to dancers You can hold on the blade and turn around forever Be flung into space into another kind of grace Who stands guard for each other? Oh, why must we guard anything at all? Anything at all Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away now Whirl away Give [Incomprehensible] Some giveth their hand Some giveth their land Some giveth their life You lay in the fields of grain, the staff of life all around you But yet you, you will cut someone down For their possessions, some material thing And our children they're being blown away like wishes in the wind For the sake of their coat Or the colors of their coat Or the color of their skin Or the name on their shoes And the mother cries "Why they taken my son?" And the father wonders "Are they taking my boy?" He extended his hand He gave them his land He gave them his bread He gave them his heart Said, "Hello friend" Hello friend Hello friend Hello friend |
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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 - The Collective Works (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 - 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 Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar
And leave him the guitar 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 everything was in the key of a And I lit a cigarette for your brother And he turned and heard me say so desperately 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 separate 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 Patti Smith - The Collective Works (1996)
hi. hi. i was running after you for a long time.
i i was watching you from. . . actually I've watched you for a long time. i like to watch you when you're walking back and forth on the beach. and the way your the way your cloth looks. i like i like to see the edges -the bottom of it- get all wet when you're walking near the water there. it's real nice to talk to you. i didn't. i-i-i-i-i . . . how are you? how are you? (oh albino) i saw i saw you from your balcony window and you were standing there waving at everybody it was really great because there was about a billion people there, but when i was waving to you, uh, the way your face was, it was so, the way your face was it made me feel exactly like we're it's not that you were just waving to me, but that we were we were waving to each other. really it was really wonderful i really felt happy it really made me happy and. um. i. i just wanted to thank you because you you really really you made me you made me feel good and oh i, it's nothing. i um. i. well i'm just clumsy. yeah. no, it's just a bandaid. no, it's ok. oh no, i'm always doing something's always happening to me yeah. well. i'll be seein' ya. goodbye. bye. wave thou art pretty. wave thou art high wave thou are music wave thou are white (oh albino) (oh albino) wave thou art high (wave thou art pretty) wave to the city wave goodbye. goodbye sir. goodbye papa. |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
If you believe
All your hope is gone Down the drain Of your humankind The time has arrived You'll be waitin' here as I was In a snow white shroud Waitin' underground There by the ridge Be a gathering beneath the pilgrim moon Where we shall await The beat of your feet Hammering the earth Where the great ones tremble In their snow white shrouds Waitin' underground If you seek the kingdom come, come along Waitin' by the ridge There'll be a gatherin' Beneath the pilgrim moon Where the railroad thunders Oh, where we shall await The beat of your feet Hammering the earth And as the earth resounds Where the great ones tremble And your humankind becomes as one And then we will arise In our snow white shrouds Ohh, when we'll be as one Ohh, but until that day Ohh, we will just await In our snow white shrouds Waitin' underground In our snow white shrouds Waitin' underground Waitin' underground Waitin' underground ... |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
Hail brother The distant thunder Is nothing but hearts Beating as one Dance of a million On God's pavilion Come come Beat on your drum Awake people arise Awake upright come Fortune is falling like Tears from the skies Open your eyes Hail sister Come on over To shape reshape Things to come Bow your head Raise your lantern Come come Beat on your drum Awake people arise Awake upright come Fortune is falling like Tears from the skies Open your eyes United action is what we need Time to say that everything is going to be Wasted icons wasted lives Like war obsolete Awake people arise Awake upright come Fortune is falling like Tears from the skies Open your eyes These are the times The times of our own These are the shapes The world we formed Swift is the arrow Dark is the thorn The slate is clean The future awaits Awake |
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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 - The Collective Works (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 - Trampin' (2004)
Life is designed With unfinished lines
That another sings Each story unfolds Like it was gold Upon a ragged wing The bold and the fair Suffer their share He whispered to his kin All of my debts Left with regrets I'm sorry for everything Trespasses stretch like broken fences Winding as they may Trespasses stretch like broken fences Hope to mend them one day And she pinned back her hair Shouldered with care The burdens that were his Mending the coat That hung on the post In heart remembering Trespasses stretch like broken fences Winding as they may Trespasses stretch like broken fences Hope to mend them one day And her time was to come Called to her son This your song to sing All of our debts Wove with regrets Upon a golden string And he found the old coat Hung on a post Like a ragged wing And took as his own The sewn and unsown Joyfully whistling |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
I'm trampin', trampin'
Try'n-a make heaven my home I'm trampin trampin Try'n-a make heaven my home... I've never been to heaven But I've been told Try'n-a make heaven my home That the streets up there Are paved with gold Try'n-a make heaven my home I'm trampin trampin Try'n-a make heaven my home I'm trampin trampin Try'n-a make heaven my home... |
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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 - 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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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 - 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 - Twelve (2007)
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all, oh yeah The way we look to a distant constellation Dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry It was a dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth In the dead sand Falling on the children The mothers and the fathers and the automatic earth These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all, oh yeah The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot It's everybody jump start It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts Medicine is magical and magical is art The boy in the bubble And the baby with the baboon heart And I believe These are the days of lasers in the jungle Lasers in the jungle somewhere Staccato signals of constant information A loose affiliation of millionaires And billionaires These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo The way we look to us all, oh yeah The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry Oh, don't cry Don't cry, don't cry Don't cry, oh |
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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 - 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 - Trampin' (2004)
I took a walk out to the sun
But I just, just couldn't take it I followed a dream, it was circular But I just, just could not fake it Step to the left, the left, the left Step to the right, the right, the right Pick up the sign, the sign, the sign For a stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Simon of the desert blew into town The scalding tail of a bright cold wind Slipped through the sand, footprints emerged Where no one was walking, Simon had been Dropped from heaven to a readymade world Says I'm no Sufi but I'll give it a whirl We booked passage on the book of the dead Time to travel, Simon said Step to the left, the left, the left Step to the right, the right, the right Pick up the sign, the sign, the sign For a stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Come on move, where dreams increase Where every man is a masterpiece If you want to be counted as another kind And you're true, pursue Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind He bowed three times, removed his fez Pointed to heaven and Simon says The mind, the mind, the mind Pick up the sign, the mind, the mind It's a vertical climb, the climb, the climb Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Pick up the sign, the sign, the sign It's a vertical climb, the climb, the climb Take it in stride |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
I looked upon the book of life Tracing the lines of face after face Looking down at their naked feet Bound in chains bound in chains Chains of leather chains of gold We knew it was wrong but we looked away And paraded them down the colonial streets And that's how they became enslaved They came across on the great ships Mothers separated from their babes Husbands stood on the auction block Bound in chains bound in chains Chains of leather chains of gold Men knew it was wrong but they looked away And led them to toil in fields of white As they turned their necks to a bitter landscape Oh the people I hear them calling Am I not a man and a brother Am I not a woman and a sister History sends us such strange messengers They come down through time To embrace to enrage And in their arms even stranger fruit And they swing from the trees With their vision in flames Ropes of leather ropes of gold Men knew it was wrong but they looked away Messengers swinging from twisted rope As they turned their necks to a bitter landscape Oh the people I hear them calling Am I not a man and a brother Am I not a woman and a siste r We will be heard we will be heard |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel! The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy! The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy! Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady holy the unknown buggered and suffering beggars holy the hideous human angels! Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks of the grandfathers of Kansas! Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana hipsters peace & junk & drums! Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets! Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles! Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria & Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow Holy Istanbul! Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch! Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss! Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity! Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul! (Berkeley, 1955) |
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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 - 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 - Twelve (2007)
[Originally by The Doors]
Well, the clock says it's time to close now I guess I'd better go now I'd really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget, learn to forget Learn to forget, learn to forget Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander baby Stumblin' in the neon groves Well the clock says it's time to close now I know I have to go now I really want to stay here All night, all night, all night |
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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 - Twelve (2007)
Load up on guns
Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's overboard myself assured I know, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, hello, Hello, hello, hello! With the lights out it's less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yeah I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, hello, Hello, hello, hello! With the lights out it's less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yeah And I forget Just what it takes And yet I guess it makes me smile I found it hard Its hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind Hello, hello, hello, hello, Hello, hello, hello! The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows and children of the wood Hounded, shredding all veils and winding all sheets of the dead world droning Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds Beating goat-skin drums Advancing with hands out-stretched and we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos Baby bombs blasting blue Scavengers picking through the ashes Children of the mills! Children of the junkyards! Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats haunted, paint-sniffin', stoned out of their shaved heads Forgotten, foraging, mystical children Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating Hello, hello, hello, hello, Hello, hello, hello! Hello, hello, hello, hello, Hello! With the lights out it's less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Ah, la la da Ah, la la da Ah, la la la Ah, ma la ta An albina A mosquito My libido, Oh, My libido Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Trampin' (2004)
Suffer not your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand, extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city and be but a trace Just a vanished ghost and your legacy All the things you knew, science, mathematics, thought Severely weakened like irrigation systems In the tired veins forming from the Tigris and Euphrates In the realm of peace, all the world revolved All the world revolved around a perfect circle City of Baghdad, city of scholars Empirical humble center of the world City in ashes, city of Baghdad City of Baghdad, abrasive aloof Oh, in Mesopotamia aloofness ran deep Deep in the veins of the great rivers That form the base of Eden And the tree the tree of knowledge Held up its arms to the sky All the branches of knowledge All the branches of knowledge, cradling, cradling Civilization in the realm of peace All the world revolved around a perfect circle Oh, Baghdad, center of the world City of ashes with its great mosques Erupting from the mouth of God, rising from the ashes Like a speckled bird, splayed against the mosaic sky Oh, clouds around, we created the zero But we mean nothing to you, you would believe That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly that gave birth to Sindbad Scheherazade, we gave birth Oh, oh, to the zero, the perfect number We invented the zero and we mean nothing to you Our children run through the streets And you sent your flames, your shooting stars Shock and awe, shock and awe Like some, some imagined warrior production Twenty-first century, no chivalry involved No Bushido Oh, the code of the West long gone Never been, where does it lie? You came, you came through the West Annihilated a people and you come to us But we are older than you, you come, you wanna You wanna come and rob the cradle Of civilization and you read, yet you read You read genesis, you read of the tree You read of the tree beget by God That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge Of the cradle of civilization Of the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates Oh, in Mesopotamia aloofness ran deep The face of Eve turning, what sky did she see What garden beneath her feet, the one you drill You drill pulling the blood of the earth Little droplets of oil for bracelets, little jewels Sapphires, you make bracelets Round your own world, we are weeping tears Rubies, we offer them to you We are just your Arabian nightmare We invented the zero but we mean nothing to you Your Arabian nightmare City of stars, city of scholarship Science city of ideas, city of light, city City of ashes that the great Caliph Walked through his naked feet formed a circle And they built a city, a perfect city of Baghdad In the realm of peace and all the world revolved And they invented and they mean nothing to you Nothing to you, nothing Go to sleep, go to sleep my child Go to sleep and I'll sing you a lullaby A lullaby for our city, a lullaby of Baghdad Go to sleep, sleep my child Sleep, sleep, run, run You sent your lights, your bombs You sent them down on our city, shock and awe Like some crazy TV show They're robbing the cradle of civilization They're robbing the cradle of civilization They're robbing the cradle of civilization Suffer not the paralysis of your neighbor Suffer not but extend your hand |
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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 - Easter (1978)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Gung Ho (2000)
What is the system that gets around Recruits hearts with its timeless rhythm The young glow but old men know It's all a part of some crazy schism Coming on like the dawn unrelenting light Streets thick with its radiating It's all aglow but we all know True love is so complicated Feeling funny don't know why On a plane circling high Equation persuasion It's just persuasion What is the body that has nobody Go through life with nobody at all It come and go where the wind blow When persuasion come to call Got me reeling don't know why I'm on a plane circling high Equation persuasion Got the feeling I'm running in place Caught in the orbit of the human race Equation persuasion It's just persuasion It's jut persuasion It's just persuasion What is the body that has nobody What is the rise without the fall What is illusion without beauty What is the system that's no system at all Hey scout there's no equation You can't prepare for the heart's invasion You can't prepare for the heart's invasion Love is its own |
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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 - 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 - Trampin' (2004)
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane
Looking out the window At the rain And I wanted to tell you That your tears were not in vain But I guess we both knew We'd never be the same Never be the same Why must we hide all these feelings inside? Lions and lambs shall abide Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Back again Build it back again Why must we hide all these feelings inside? Lions and lambs shall abide Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Back again Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Build it back again |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Yesterday I saw you standing there With your hand against the pane
Looking out the window At the rain And I wanted to tell you That your tears were not in vain But I guess we both knew We'd never be the same Never be the same Why must we hide all these feelings inside? Lions and lambs shall abide Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Back again Build it back again Why must we hide all these feelings inside? Lions and lambs shall abide Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Back again Maybe one day we'll be strong enough To build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Build it back again Build the peaceable kingdom Build it back again |
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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 - 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 - Twelve (2007)
Been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Been wasting most their lives Glorifying days long gone behind Been wasting most their days In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise Who of them will come to be How many of them are you and me? Dissipation, race relations Consolation, segregation Dispensation, isolation, exploitation, mutilation Mutations, miscreation, confirmation to the evils of the world Been spending most their lives Living in a future paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a future paradise Been looking in their minds For the day that sorrow's gone from time Keep telling of the day When the savior of love will come to stay Who of them will come to be How many of them are you and me? Proclamation of race relations Immigration, integration Verification of relations, acclamation, world salvation Vibrations, stimulation, confirmation to the peace of the world Been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a future paradise Ohh, future paradise Been spending too much of our lives Living in a pastime paradise Ohh, pastime paradise Ohh, let's start living for the future Ohh, future paradise Let's start living our lives Living for the future Ohh, future paradise Praise to our lives Living for the future Ohh, future paradise Shame to anyone's lives Living in the pastime paradise Ohh, pastime paradise Let's start living our lives Living for the future Ohh, future paradise Let's start living our lives Living for the future Ohh, future paradise |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
In the garden of consciousness In fertile mind there lies the dormant seed When blooming as charity Conscience breathes a sigh of relief The confessions of sleep The awakening seed Moved by love to serve We celebrate all Merit in life Ah, the confessions of sleep Unfolding peace As we extend According to need And you will hear the call All action great and small Received joyfully Heaven abounds Let love resound If he be mute Give him a bell If he be blind, an eye It he be down, a hand Lift up your voice Lift up your voice Lift up your voice Give of your mind one mind Give of your heart one heart Give of your voice One voice |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
You say hey The state of the union Is fine fine fine I got the feeling that you're lying Lying lying lying I think we need Think we're gonna need A new party They say to me They say what's the word I say it's thunderbird I say it's thunderbird Why don't you Fly fly fly Fly away hey And while you're at it Why don't you Fertilize my lawn Why don't you Fertilize my lawn With what's running from your mouth Running from your mouth Hey listen here We got to get off Our ass or get burned The world's troubles Are a global concern Does your child have Fresh water to drink Wherever you are Wherever you are you're invited To think about this When in the course Of human events It becomes necessary To take things into your own hands To take the water from the well And declare it tainted by greed We got to surely clean it up Clean our house Our inner house Our outer house Left right And hey by the way The human event Is the party of the century And you're all invited It's where you are Wherever you are 'Cause this party Is for everyone And the price of admission Is love one another Love brother |
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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 - Trampin' (2004)
In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear, advancing pole by pole Fortune breathin' into my ear mouthed a simple ode One road is paved in gold, one road is just a road In my Blakean year such a woeful schism Pain of our existence was not as I envisioned Boots that trudged from track to track worn down to the sole One road is paved in gold, one road is just a road Boots that tramped from track to track, worn down to the sole One road was paved in gold, one road was just a road In my Blakean year, temptation yet a hiss Just a shallow spear, robed in cowardice Brace yourself for bitter flack for a life sublime A labyrinth of riches never shall unwind The threads that bind the pilgrims sack Are stitched into the Blakean back So throw off your stupid cloak embrace all that you fear For joy shall conquer all despair in my Blakean year So throw off your stupid cloak embrace all that you fear For joy shall conquer all despair in my Blakean year Mercy has a human heart Pity a human face Love a human form of defy Peace a human dress To mercy, pity, peace and love For praying their distress But mercy shall embrace Mercy shall embrace Mercy, it is the mercy It is the mercy Mercy shall embrace Mercy shall embrace Mercy shall embrace It's the mercy, mercy |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Mother rose Every little morn'
To tend to me There she stood Waiting by the door Selflessly Took my hand Took it with a smile tenderly Mother rose Every little morn' To tend to me Now's the time To turn the view Now that I have you And I'll rise Every little morn' To tend to thee When you rise Open up your eyes You will see There I'll be Waiting by the door Come to me Take my hand Look into your heart There I'll be Now's the time To turn the view Now that I have you Now's the time To turn the view Now that I have you Roses growing by my door Climbing up the vine All the thorns and pain obscured Roses shall divine Where we feel no pain And the love inside Where roses climb Roses shall divine Roses shall divine Holy mother Mother of gold Mother with stories Told and retold She felt our tears Heard our sighs And turned to gold Before our eyes She rose into the light She rose into the light She rose into the light |
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from Patti Smith - Twelve (2007)
Well, I've got to run to keep from hiding
And I'm bound to keep on riding And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider And I don't own the clothes I'm wearing And the road goes on forever And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider And I've gone by the point of caring Some old bed I'll soon be sharing And I've got one more silver dollar But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider No I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider Not gonna let 'em catch the midnight rider |
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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 - Peace And Noise (2007)
The fans were whirlin'
Like the blades of a 'copter Liftin' into the skies above some foreign land Soaked with the bodies of so many friends. Johnny waved He was on his way home He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms, And all the twisted things he'd seen. He waved goodbye And the blades hit Something Maybe just fate, but the blades hit The 'copter went up in flames And johnny never went marchin' home Johnny never went marchin' home They took his name And they carved it on a slab of marble With several thousand other names All the fallen idols The apples of their mother's eye Just another name Meanwhile Back on that burning shore Johnny's comrades stood speechless They looked with uh-uh-uh-uh disbelieving eyes As those bits of metal and the embers The embers of his eyes Fanned out into the air Black dust Flames Oh johnny! some day they'll make a movie about you And in the making of that movie Some mad apocalypse It will become even stranger than the simple act Just a boy going up up up Just a boy going up In flames in the smoke Just another life Just another breath And who'll remember Oh eternity now As eternal as a sheet of marble Eternal as a slab on a green hill And your name And all your fallen brothers And all the ones not cut All the ones remembered only in the hearts A mother a father a brother a sister a lover a son a daughter Shall not shall not fade shall not fade Your ancestors salute you And the gods of your ancestors salute you Having having been formed by the minds of your ancestors The gods of your ancestors salute you Having been formed by your ancestors The gods of your ancestors salute you They draw you in they draw you through They draw they draw you through that golden door Mornin' boy [come on in boy] We remember you We conceived of you We conceived of your breath We conceived of the whole human race And we conceived it to be a beautiful thing Like a tulip bending in the wind Sometimes it comes back to us In the form of a handful of dust Comes back in the form of a smitten child Our raped daughters, ah the broken bones Souls cleaved from hearts They come back to us And our hands are filled with their rotting tissues But we turn not our backs We press our lips Into their cancer into the dust into the remains of each one And that love is there and will greet you, will greet you Mornin' boy [come on in boy] It's eternal love Well here, go ahead, run through that flame Awww man, running through your mind You took a cat, you took a life, you took it by the tail And you swirled it around your head And you thrashed it, you smashed the life out of it And you knew that it would be your own But you wanted to feel, you wanted to feel it die Because you know you would feel your own You would feel your own But you're remembered! You're remembered! You're remembered dead! You're remembered dead! You're remembered dead! We remember We remember We remember Everything Everything |
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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 - 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 - Gung Ho (2000)
I was alone and content in my world Dancing on air You sent to me a message that said I like your style Will you come to the temple tonight And dance for me there I pledge to you all that you wish The moon and the stars Lo and beholden Why don't you give it up Lo and beholden Come on you know it's true Lo and beholden Oh I'm beholden to you In the palace there was wild reverie And the look in your eyes As I dropped veil after veil Was drunken desire The dove calls and God notes it all The naked truth Here is my veil the seventh and last It will cost you Lo and beholden Why don't you give it up Lo and beholden Come on you know it's true Lo and beholden Oh I'm beholden to you The royal word has passed The prophet's head is all I ask For beauty and the naked truth It will cost you Lo and beholden Why don't you give it up Lo and beholden Come on you know it's true Lo and beholden Oh I'm beholden to you |
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from Patti Smith - Gung Ho (2000)
If it wasn't for your golden hair I would not be belonely If it wasn't for your golden hair I would not be alone If it wasn't for your piercing stare I would not be belonely If it wasn't for your piercing stare I would not be alone I would not waltz in a widow's line What was yours would not be mine If it wasn't for your golden hair I would not be alone You courted me with princely airs Said you'd love me only Kiss the ribbons in my hair Said darling come and fly Flower of the Calvary You swept me off my saddle Lifted me into your life A soldier's wife was I You marched proudly for the horn I prayed for your swift return I waited for you so forlorn 'Ere to be alone I longed for you, I longed to die I was so belonely The pillow's bare by my side And yet I shall abide For heaven has aset for me Companion for eternity So kiss the ribbons in my hair Say darling come and fly If it wasn't for your golden hair I would not be alonely If it wasn't for your golden hair |
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from Patti Smith - Peace And Noise (2007)
In a mansion high the young man stood
Ready to join his companions good Outside the scent of Magnolia blossoms Down streets of gold the children were racin' Just another wandering soul Adrift among the stars Just another human heart Led, led away He put his shoes on and he laid down (Led, led away) Outside the clouds were swiftly gathering (Don't be led away) He drained his cup and his stirred the mixture (Led, led away) And he closed his eyes as his conscience whispered (Don't be led away) Just another wandering soul Adrift among the stars Just another human heart Led, led away Misgivings unspoken he joined his companions (Led, led away) His face covered over in a mansion high (Don't be led away) Outside the children gazed in wonder (Led, led away) At the quickening sky then slowly disbanded (Don't be led away) Thirty-nine wandering souls Adrift among the stars Thirty-nine human hearts Led, led away His burning skin cooled by angels Swallowing sorrows excretion It's all excretion (Don't be led away) (Led, led away) Felled by his hand for the mind of another man (Don't be led away) Who makes the decisions Lends no provisions for mere eternal rides (Led, led away) (Don't be led away) Learning of course every alien force (Don't be led away) Even Christ yearns to be to possess the skin (Led, led away) And bones of man the blood of man (Don't be led away) Who tends the flock who breaks the bread (Don't be led away) (Led, led away) Who makes his own choices, won't listen to voices (Don't be led away) Accept no false teachers, false preachers, good deeders (Don't be led away) (Led, led away) With their hands out stretched to be filled with your money (Don't be led away) Your flesh, your breath, your imagination (Don't be led away) (Led, led away) Sympathy, empathy (Don't be led away) Acknowledge all man as fellow creation (Don't be led away) (Led, led away) But don't follow him (Don't be led away) Don't be led away Don't be led away (Led, led away) Don't be led away (Led, led away) Don't be led away Don't be led away Don't be led away |
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from Patti Smith - Horses (1975)
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)
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)
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 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 - Jubilee (2004)
Oh glad day to celebrate 'Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet Water pure Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee Oh my land Oh my good People don't be shy Weave the birth of harmony With children's happy cries Hand in hand We're dancing around In a freedom ring Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee We will never fade away Doves shall multiply Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day With debt and despair What good hour Will restore our troubled air? Come on people Gather round You know what to do Come on people Oh my land What be troubling Oh my land What be troubling What be troubling What be troubling you We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and weariness Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and sacrifice? Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil liberties Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring Freedom ring Freedom ring Jubilee Oh my land Oh glad day Oh my land Hear our cry Freedom ring Oh glad day Oh my land Jubilee Jubilee |
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from Patti Smith - Trampin' (2004)
Oh glad day to celebrate 'Neath the cloudless sky
Air so sweet Water pure Fields ripe with rye Come one, come all Gather round Discard your Sunday shoes Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee Oh my land Oh my good People don't be shy Weave the birth of harmony With children's happy cries Hand in hand We're dancing around In a freedom ring Come on now Oh my land Be a jubilee Come on girl Come on boy Be a jubilee We will never fade away Doves shall multiply Yet I see hawks circling the sky Scattering our glad day With debt and despair What good hour Will restore our troubled air? Come on people Gather round You know what to do Come on people Oh my land What be troubling Oh my land What be troubling What be troubling What be troubling you We are love and the future We stand in the midst of fury and weariness Who dreams of joy and radiance? Who dreams of war and sacrifice? Our sacred realms are being squeezed Curtailing civil liberties Recruit the dreams that sing to thee Let freedom ring Freedom ring Freedom ring Jubilee Oh my land Oh glad day Oh my land Hear our cry Freedom ring Oh glad day Oh my land Jubilee Jubilee |
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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 - Easter (1978)
what i feel when i'm playing guitar
is completely cold and crazy, like i don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything. sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread afraid that i'll never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page. inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her, my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar. therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we pass. |
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Subject : Patti Smith - Smells like teen spirit / Pastime paradise
