1.Gloria
Lyricist：Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti Smith
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
thick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me
people say 'beware!'
but I don't care
the words are just
rules and regulations to me, me
I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed
and I go to this here party and I just get bored
until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
humpin' on the parking meter, leanin' on the parking meter
oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
and I got this crazy feeling and then
I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine
ooh I'll put my spell on her
here she comes
walkin' down the street
here she comes
comin' through my door
here she comes
crawlin' up my stair
here she comes
waltzin' through the hall
in a pretty red dress
and oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
and I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah make her mine
and then I hear this knockin' on my door
hear this knockin' on my door
and I look up into the big tower clock
and say, 'oh my God here's midnight!'
and my baby is walkin' through the door
leanin' on my couch she whispers to me and I take the big plunge
and oh, she was so good and oh, she was so fine
and I'm gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mine
and I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name
she whispered to me, she told me her name
and her name is, and her name is, and her name is,
And her name is G-L-O-R-I-A
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
I was at the stadium
There were twenty thousand girls
Called their names out to me
Marie and Ruth but to tell you the truth
I didn't hear them I didn't see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
and I heard those bells chimin' in my heart
going ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong.
ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
counting the time, then you came to my room
and you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
and oh. you were so good, oh, you were so fine
and I gotta tell the world that I make her mine make her mine
make her mine make her mine make her mine make her mine
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
and the tower bells chime, 'ding dong' they chime
they're singing, 'Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine.'
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A,
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A, G-L-O-R-I-A
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria,
G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A
Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria
2.Redondo Beach
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Richard Sohl;Lenny Kaye
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny KayeRichard Sohl
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 you 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.
3.Birdland
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Richard Sohl;Lenny Kaye;Ivan Kral
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny KayeIvan KralRichard Sohl
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of
the stars
'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of
light,
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human.
And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two
suns,
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too
clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
Where you're not human, you are not human.
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together
Into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of
Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not
human.
I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this
generation ？
We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now,
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of
them,
And he put up his hands and he said, It's me, it's me,
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
Don't let me here, the son, the sign, the cross,
Like the shape of a tortured woman,
The true shape of a tortured woman,
The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet,
He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
It's all gonna split his skull
It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up,
I'm going up, I'm going up
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship.
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we're not human.
Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals,
Two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
We like birdland.
4.Free Money
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Lenny Kaye
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny Kaye
Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery,
Scoop the pearls up from the sea
Cash them in and buy you all the things you need.
Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed.
I know they're stolen, but I don't feel bad.
I take that money, buy you things you never had.
Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me,
Oh, baby, to buy you all the things you need for free.
I'll buy you a jet plane, baby,
Get you on a higher plane to a jet stream
And take you through the stratosphere
And check out the planets there and then take you down
Deep where it's hot, hot in Arabia, babia,
Then cool, cold fields of snow
And we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream.
When we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it,
We'll dream it, dream it for free, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money.
Every night before I go to sleep
Find a ticket, win a lottery.
Every night before I rest my head
See those dollar bills go swirling 'round my bed.
Oh, baby, it would mean so much to me,
Baby, I know our troubles will be gone.
Oh, I know our troubles will be gone, goin' gone
If we dream, dream, dream for free.
And when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it,
Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money,
Free money, free money, free money, free
5.Kimberly
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Allen Lanier;Ivan Kral
Writer(s)：Patti SmithIvan KralAllen Lanier
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
6.Break It Up
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Tom Verlaine
Writer(s)：Tom VerlainePatti Smith
Car stopped in a clearing,
Ribbon of life, it was nearing.
I saw the boy break out of his skin.
My heart turned over and I crawled in.
He cried, Break it up, oh I don't understand,
Break it up, I can't comprehend.
Break it up, oh, I want to feel you.
Break it up, don't talk to me that way,
I'm not listening.
Snow started falling,
I could hear the angel calling.
We rolled on the ground, he stretched out his wings.
The boy flew away and he started to sing.
He sang, Break it up, oh, I don't understand.
Break it up, I can't comprehend.
Break it up, oh, I want to feel you.
Break it up, don't look at me.
The sky was raging, the boy disappeared,
I fell on my knee
Atmosphere broke up, the boy reappeared.
I cried, Take me please!
Ice, it was shining.
I could feel my heart, it was melting.
I tore off my clothes, I danced on my shoes.
I ripped my skin open and then I broke through.
I cried, Break it up, oh, now I understand.
Break it up, and I want to go.
Break it up, oh please take me with you.
Break it up, I can feel it breaking,
I can feel it breaking, I can feel it breaking,
I can feel, I can feel, I can feel, I can feel.
So break it up, oh now I'm coming with you.
Break it up, now I'm gonna go.
Break it up, oh, feel me, I'm coming.
Break it up, break it up, break it up,
Break it up, break it up, break it up,
Oh, break it up, break it up, break it up
Break it up, break it up, break it on up
Break it up, break it on up, up, up
Break it, break it, break it, break it
Break it on up, break it up,
Break it up, break it up, break it up ...
7.Land
Lyricist：Chris Kenner;Patti Smith;Allen Lanier
Writer(s)：Patti SmithChris KennerAllen Lanier
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)
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
8.Elegie
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Allen Lanier
Writer(s)：Patti SmithAllen Lanier
I just don't know what to do tonight,
My head is aching as I drink and breathe
Memory falls like cream in my bones, moving on my own.
There must be something I can dream tonight,
The air is filled with the moves of you,
All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will, ooh, ah.
Trumpets, violins, I hear them in the distance
And my skin emits a ray, but I think it's sad, it's much too bad
That our friends can't be with us today.
9.My Generation
Lyricist：Pete Townshend
Writer(s)：Pete Townshend
10.Ask The Angels
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
Moooooove! Ask the angels who they're calling,
Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee
Ask the angels while they're falling
Who that person could possibly be
And I know you got the feeling,
You know, I feel it crawl across the floor
And I know it got you reelin'
And honey honey the call is for war
And it's wild wild wild wild.
Everybody got the feelin'
You know the feeling and it's stronger each day
Everybody wants to be reelin'
And baby baby I'll show you the way
And I know it's hard sometimes,
You got a piece and hit across the sky
And I know it's hard sometimes
And world war is the battle cry
And it's wild wild wild wild
Across the country through the fields
You know I see it written 'cross the sky
People rising from the highway
And war war is the battle cry
And it's wild wild wild wild.
Armageddon, it's gotten
No savior jailer can take it from me
World ending, it's just beginning
And rock and roll is what I'm born to be
And it's wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild X3
Ask the angels if they're startin' to move
Comin' in droves in from L.A.
Ask the angels if they're starting to groove
Lightning as armor and it's today
It's wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild
11.Ain't It Strange
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff
Oh, don't you know that anyone can join
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Come and join me, I implore thee,
I impure thee, come explore me.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they crawl on the floor.
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
True, true, who are you ？
Who, who am I ？
Oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da
Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend.
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Do you go to the temple tonight ？
Oh no, I don't think so
Do you not go to the palace of answers with me Marie？
Oh no, I don't think so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man,
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another direction,
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh
I spin, I spiral, and I splatter
Hand of God, I feel the finger,
Hand of God, and I start to whirl
And I whirl, and I whirl,
Don't get dizzy, do not fall now,
Turn, God, God (strange)
Go, go on, go like a dervish,
Turn, God, (strange) make a move
Turn, Lord, (strange)
I don't get nervous
Oh I just move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension oh oh oh
Strange strange
Do you go to the temple tonight ？
Oh no, I don't think so, no
We'll go to the pagoda
The palace of answers with me, Marie
Oh no, I don't believe so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh
12.Poppies
Lyricist：Smith;Sohl
Writer(s)：SmithSohl
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
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
Although she was tense and lean in the sun
Splintered like a country
Gently pulled his finger
Everything is soakin' and spread with butter
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
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
13.Pissing In A River
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
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
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,
What about it, what about it, what about it ？
Oh, I'm pissing in a river.
14.Pumping
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l;Daugherty
Writer(s)：DaughertyKr？lSmith
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
15.Distant Fingers
Lyricist：Smith;Lanier
Writer(s)：LanierSmith
When, when will you be landing？
When, when will you return？
Feel, feel my heart expanding
You and your alien arms
All my earthly dreams are shattered,
I'm so tired I quit
Take me forever, it doesn't matter
Deep inside of your ship.
La, la la la la la landing.
Please, oh oh won't you return？
Feel, see your blue lights are flashing,
You and your alien arms
Deep in the forest I whirl like I did as a little girl
Let my eyes rise in the sky looking for you
Oh you know, I would go anywhere at all
'Cause no star is too far with you, with you
La, la la la la la landing.
Please, oh oh won't you return？
Feel, feel my heart expanding,
You and your alien arms
All my earthly dreams are shattered,
I'm so tired I quit
Take me forever, it doesn't matter
Deep inside of your ship
Land, land
Oh I am waiting for you,
Oh I am waiting for you, oh I am waiting for you,
Waiting for you to take me up by my starry spine
Ohhhh ohhhh with your distant fingers
Oh I'm waiting for you, waiting for you,
Oh I am waiting for you
16.Radio Ethiopia
Lyricist：Smith;Kaye
Writer(s)：KayeSmith
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
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
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
17.Abyssinia
Lyricist：Smith;Kaye;Sohl
Writer(s)：KayeSmithSohl
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
When I see Brancusi
His eyes searching out the infinite abstract spaces
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
18.Chiklets
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
Last night I awoke up from a dream came face to face
with my face facing the
Tombstone teeth of a man called chiklets he came down through
the ages with
The desperate beauty of a middleweight boxer came beating the
force field
With elegant grace trying to get a perfect grip there was no
absolute grip
He was in a sail boat a glass bottom boat the bottom
of a boat he was coming
Down through the ages sea molten sea spilling down
the tube the spiny eye of
The village the spinal eye of the victim the spiny eye like a
question mark
Hovering over him what do you want what do you want
from him down on a dream
Too much unexplained what do you think do you think there was an
actual
Connection I can't imagine a connection going down
there I can't imagine any
Connection at all a boxing ring with gold ropes soft desperate
karat top
Spinning and coming down through the ages forty one bc
19.Till Victory
Lyricist：Lenny Kaye;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny Kaye
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
20.Space Monkey
Lyricist：Ivan Kral;Patti Smith;Verlaine
Writer(s)：Patti SmithIvan KralVerlaine
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, sort of divine-vine
Space monkey, so out of line 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.
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, sort of divine-vine.
Space monkey, so out of line 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!
21.Because The Night
Lyricist：Patti Smith;Bruce Springsteen
Writer(s)：Patti SmithBruce Springsteen
Take me now baby here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt when I'm alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't touch you now,
Can't touch you now, can't touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turns and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers
Because the night belongs to love
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
22.Ghost Dance
Lyricist：Lenny Kaye;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny Kaye
We shall live again, we shall live.
What is it children that falls from the sky ？
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye.
Mannah from Heaven from the most high,
Food from the father, tayi, taye aye.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.
Peace to your brother, give and take peace,
Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave up the Earth, one turn around.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.
Stretch out your arms now tip and swing,
Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi.
Threw out your shoe over the soil,
Dust off the words that shaped from the tale.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.
Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, ghost of your host,
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again.
What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this wisdom, eyes of God,
That makes me feel just what I need.
You used to fly me the way to speed.
What is it, Father, holy that night ？
What is it, Father, that moves to the right ？
What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ？
What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ？
What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ？
What is it, Father, that brings me down
What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like.
What is it, Father, I just ride into space
What is it, Father, I can tell you one night
What is it, Father, I can tell what I like
What is it, Father, are you into shape
What is it, Father, are you calling today
23.Babelogue
Lyricist：Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti Smith
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.
24.Rock N Roll Nigger
Lyricist：Lenny Kaye;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithLenny Kaye
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.
25.Privilege(Set Me Free)
Lyricist：Al Jones;Leander;23 Psalm
Writer(s)：LeanderAl Jones
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.
26.We Three
Lyricist：Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti Smith
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 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.
27.25th Floor
Lyricist：Ivan Kral;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithIvan Kral
We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.
Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.
Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.
Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.
Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.
Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.
We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.
stoned in space. zeus. christ.
It has always been rock
and so it is and so it shall be.
within the context of neo rock
we must open up our eyes and seize
and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order.
pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man
to reform and transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man.
man being the chosen alloy,
he must be reconnectedvia shit, at all cost.
inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task
of the alchemist to create from the clay of man.
and to re-create from excretion of man
pure and then soft and then solid gold.
all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a ...
28.High On Rebellion
Lyricist：Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti Smith
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.
29.Easter
Lyricist：Jay Dee Daugherty;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithJay Dee Daugherty
Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.
Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.
I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight.
Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising
30.Godspeed
Lyricist：Ivan Kral;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithIvan Kral
You are the adrenaline rushing through my veins
Stimulate my heart, heavy crystalline
You are the sulphur extinguished by the flame
You are everything to me, all this in your name
Oh, walking in your blue coat, weeping admiral
All the twisted cellars they had to hand your name
Ended all that's static in a myth of sin
Mirror minor static pale adrenaline
Take it
Ah, take it that day you said to me
'It could never be', say the hour of sea to seep
Have you said Godspeed？
Love is a vampire, energy of dead
Love is like a boomerang, comin' back again
On a rack of red leather, on a rack of skin and sin
Tell me how to pale in adrenaline
And you said to me, 'It could never be'
Say the hour of sea to seep
And you said to me
Have you said Godspeed？
I could make it all
All the twisted sand and foam
I'll never, ever return
I could make it, make it all
I'm walking, follow me down the twisted stair
Stuck inside a memory shot and shot again
Hand upon a railin', courtin' fate and fate
We're sailin', sailin', sailin' sailin'
Down a black, black river and I plunge right in
And I plunge right in, in adrenaline, in adrenaline
I move inside my vein
Ah, you're the speed I need
Throw the pistol in
Oh, your love's a vampire
Comin' in to suck
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Oh, I fell and fell and fell
Down, down, down, down
Oh, I'm gonna duck
31.Frederick
Lyricist：Smith
Writer(s)：Smith
hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep
all of the power that burns in the flame
ignites the light in a single name
Frederick name of care
fast asleep in a room somewhere
shed their light on my sleepy head
I am a threshold yearning to sing
down with the the dancers having one last fling
here's to the moment when you said hello
come on my spirit are you ready let's go
hi hi hey hey
maybe I will come back some day now
but tonight on the wings of a dove
up above to the land of love
now I lay me down to sleep
pray the Lord my soul to keep
kiss to kiss breath to breath
my soul surrenders astonished to death
night of wonder for us to keep
after the rapture two hearts meet
mine entwined in a single beat
Frederick you're the one
as we journey from sun to sun
all the dreams I waited so long for
fly tonight so long so long
bye bye hey hey
maybe we will come back some day now
but tonight on the wings of a dove
up above to the land of love
Frederick name of care
high above in sky that's clear
all the things I've been dreamin' of
are expressed in this name of love
bye bye hey hey
maybe we will come back some day now
but tonight on the wings of a dove
up above . . .
This is dedicated to my clarinet teacher
Fred Sonic Smith
32.Dancing Barefoot
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l;Ivan Kral;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithIvan KralKr？lSmith
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...？
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...？
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she ...
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
(Oh god I fell for you...)
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations, what is it that calls to us？
Why must we pray screaming？ Why must not death be redefined？
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms, and whirl on a pane of
glass
An affixation a fix on anything, the line of life the limb of a
tree
The hands of he and the promise that she is blessed among women.
(Oh god I fell for you...)
33.So You Want To Be
Lyricist：Horst Hillmann;Roger McGuinn;Smith
Writer(s)：Roger McGuinnSmithHorst Hillmann
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
34.Hymn
Lyricist：Smith;Kaye
Writer(s)：KayeSmith
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.
35.Revenge
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
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. . .
36.Citizen Ship
Lyricist：Smith;Kr？l
Writer(s)：Kr？lSmith
I was nothing. It didn't matter to me.
Ah, there were tags all over my sleeve.
There was water outside the windows
and children in the streets with rats with tags.
Ain't got a passport.
Ain't got my real name.
Ain't got a chance, sport, at fortune and fame.
And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift.
A lift. A lift. On your citizen ship.
They were rioting in Chicago, movement in L.A.
Sixty-eight it broke up the yardbirds.
We were broke as well.
Took it underground, M.C. borderline, up against the wall.
The wall. The wall.
Show your papers, boy.
Citizen ship we got mem'ries.
Stateless, they got shame.
Cast adrift from the citizen ship,
lifeline denied, exiled this castaway.
Blind alley in New York City, in a foreign embrace.
If you're hungry you're not too particular about what you'll
taste.
Men in uniform gave me vinegar, spoon of misery.
But what the hell, I fell, I fell.
It doesn't matter to me.
Citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain.
Cast adrift from the citizen ship,
lifeline denied, exiled this castaway.
I was caught like a moth with its wings outta sync.
Cut the chord. Overboard. Just a refugee.
Lady liberty, lend a hand to me, I've been cast adrift.
Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift. Adrift.
On the citizen ship we got mem'ries
Citizen ship, we got pain.
Lose your grip on the citizen ship,
you're cast, you're cast away.
On the citizen ship you got mem'ry.
Citizen ship you got pain.
Citizen ship you got identity.
A name. A name. A name. . .
What's your name, son？
What's your name？ . . .
What's your name？
Nothing. I got nothing.
Jersey.
Give me your tired, your poor
Give me your huddled masses
your wartorn
Give me your wartorn and your
Lift up your unto me.
Ah, mythology.
37.Seven Ways Of Going
Lyricist：PSG
Writer(s)：PSG
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.
38.Broken Flag
Lyricist：Smith;Kaye
Writer(s)：KayeSmith
Nodding tho the lamp's lit low,
Nod for passers underground.
To and fro she's darning,
And the land is weeping red and pale.
Weeping yarn from Algiers.
Weeping yarn from Algiers.
Weaving tho the eyes are pale,
What will rend will also mend.
The sifting cloth is binding,
And the dream she weaves will never end.
For we're marching toward Algiers.
For we're marching toward Algiers.
Lullaby tho baby's gone.
Lullaby a broken song.
Oh, the cradle was our call.
When it rocked we carried on.
And we marched on toward Algiers.
For we're marching toward Algiers
We're still marching for Algiers.
Marching, marching for Algiers.
Not to hail a barren sky.
Sifting cloth is weeping red.
The mourning veil is waving high
A field of stars and tears we've shed.
In the sky a broken flag,
Children wave and raise their arms.
We'll be gone but they'll go on and on
And on and on and on.
39.Wave
Lyricist：Smith
Writer(s)：Smith
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.
40.Fire Of Unknown Origin
Lyricist：Smith;Kaye
Writer(s)：KayeSmith
A fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Swept her up and off my wavelength.
Swallowed her up like the ocean in a fire thick and gray.
Death comes sweeping thru the hallway like a ladies' dress.
Death comes riding down the hallway in it's sunday best.
Death comes driving; death comes creeping;
death comes I can't do nothing.
Death goes, there must be something that remains.
Death, it made me sick and crazy
'cause that fire took my baby away.
41.54321 ／ Wave
Lyricist：Al Jones;Hung;Mann
Writer(s)：HungMannAl Jones
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.
42.People Have The Power
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
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 ...
43.Up There Down There
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
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 healing water
in the ready depths
Twisting like silver swans
No line of death no boundaries
Up there
The eye is hollow ／ The eye is winking
The winds ablaze ／ Angels howling
The sphinx awakens ／ But what can she say
You'd be amazed
Down there
Your days are numbers
Nothing to fear
There will be trumpets
There will be silence
In the end the end
Will be 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 beckoning sea
It's 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
They can prophet understanding
It's all for man ／ It's for everyone
It's up there, down there
Everywhere ／ Everywhere
Time for communion ／ Time for communion
Talking communion ...
44.Paths That Cross
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
Speak to me
Speak to me heart
I feel a needing
to bridge the clouds
Softly go
A way I wish to know
A way I wish to know
Oh you'll ride
Surely dance
In a ring
Backwards and forwards
Those who seek
feel the glow
A glow we will all know
A glow we will all know
On that day
Filled with grace
And the heart's communion
Steps we take
Steps we trace
Into the light of 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
Rise up hold the reins
We'll meet again I don't know when
Hold tight bye bye
Paths that cross
will cross again
Paths that cross
Will cross again
45.Dream Of Life
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
I'm with you always
You're ever on my mind
In a light to last a whole life through
Each way I turn
the sense of you surrounds
in every step I take
In all I do
Your thoughts your schemes
captivate my dreams
Everlasting, ever new
Sea returns to sea
And sky to sky
In a life of dream am I
When I'm with you
Deep in my heart
How the presence of you shines
In a light to last a whole life through
I recall the wonder of it all
Each dream of life I'll share with you
Sea returns to sea
And sky to sky
In a life of dream am I
When I'm with you
I'm with you always
You're ever on my mind
In a light to last a whole life through
The hand above
turns those leaves of love
All and all a timeless view
Each dream of life
Flung from paradise
Everlasting, ever new
Dream of Life
Dream Of Life
Na na na na na
46.Where Duty Calls
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
In a room in Lebanon
they silently slept
They were dreaming crazy dreams
in foreign alphabet
Lucky young boys
cross on the main
The driver was approaching
the American zone
The waving of hands
The tiniest train
They never dreamed
they'd never wake again
Voice of the Swarm
We follow we fall
Some 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 sleeping Marine
Voice of the Swarm
We follow we fall
Some 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
Forgive them Father
They know not what they do
From the vast portals
of their consciousness
they're calling to you
47.Going Under
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing again
Let's go under where the sun beams
Let's go under my friend
Are we sleeping
Are we dreaming
Are we dancing again
Is it heaven
Crack it open
and we'll slide down
its stream
We can hold on (I'm sure)
To the sea's foaming mane
It will serve us
We'll surface
and we'll plunge back again
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing like a flame
There's no burning where the sun beams
Oh it's such a lovely game
Does the sea dream (I'm sure)
We are here, we attend
We are bells on the shore
where the tolling suspends
Who will decide the shape of things
The shift of being
Who will perceive
When life is new
Shall we divide and become another
Who is due for gift upon gift
Who will decide
Shall we swim over and over
The curve of a wing
Its destination ever changing
Sun is rising on the water
Light is dancing like a flame
Let's go waltzing on the water
Let's go under again
Let's go under
Going under
48.Looking For You(I Was)
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
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
I was looking for you
Looking for you
What could I do
I was looking for you
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
49.The Jackson Song
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
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 now 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 when 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
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
50.As The Night Goes By
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
Darlin' come under cover
Another night to discover
Let's slip where senses gather
Let's drift between the sea and sky
As the night goes by
Sands shift
Orchids so strange
In the moonlight
Brushing our faces
Places where love blooms
And dies
While the night goes by
Oh and the spirits call
Sun upon your shadows fall
Tracing every breath we draw
Come into my dreams
Come into my dreams
Darlin' let's go where the night goes
Let's drift where senses gather
Let's make this night last forever
Into my dreams
Into my dreams
Darlin' let's go
Where the night goes
Time slips
Oh darlin' how it flies
When the night goes by
All through the night
Sirens call
Come to me
I'll come to you
As the night softly
Goes by bye
Midnight
Moon on our shoulder
Daybreak
Another one older
Darlin' heavenly blue
Glories fade into view
Let's go
Under the stars
That are beating
Under the moonlight
Stars shoot
Dusk just a whisper
Make this night
Last forever
Oh how i wonder
Where the night goes
Oh let's wonder
Where the night goes
As the night goes
By bye
By bye
51.Wild Leaves
Lyricist：F. Smith;Patti Smith
Writer(s)：Patti SmithF. Smith
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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