Patti Smith

Biografía

Patricia Lee Smith nació el 30 de diciembre de 1946 en Chicago. Su familia, de origen humilde, inculcó a Patti y a sus hermanos una educación formal que, aquélla abandonó a los 16 años para empezar a trabajar en una fábrica de colchones, experiencia que narra como tormentosa.

Con su figura andrógina y combativa, Patti Smith ha mantenido siempre su aspecto rebelde, un aroma a los años 70 y el sonido underground en el cual vivió inmersa. El Patti Smith Group formó parte del sonido que hacia los años 70 presidía las calles de Nueva York, representando un sonido underground. El grupo que, combinaba rock clásico con el irreverente espíritu del punk y el New Wave, tocó algunas de las músicas más viscerales y desafiantes de la época y actuaron como un disparador de pensamientos e ideas.

Patti no sólo se ha hecho famosa por ser una de las pioneras del rock y del punk, sino por ser una artista visual y una poetisa con un marcado carácter activista, luchador y controvertido, todo ello para conformar una personalidad que ha servido de influencia a muchos intérpretes posteriores tanto del panorama nacional como internacional. Considerada como madrina del punk y visionaria de una época, inventó una nueva definición de lo femenino tanto en sus canciones como en su obra poética, proyectándose como lesbiana, andrógina, hombre, mártir, madre, sacerdotisa, Dios-Mujer…

Su voz profunda y grave la constituye en todo un icono, y sus creaciones artísticas, a través de sus manos, son las que la confirman como uno de los aportes más transgresores de la creación contemporánea.

Para obtener más información sobre su obra, trayectoria y escritos se puede consultar su página web http://www.pattismith.net/.

 

 

Compromiso activista

Patti Smith es reconocida por ser una mujer de gran carácter activista. Esto no sólo viene avalado por los diferentes compromisos que públicamente le son reconocidos, sino que ya desde su juventud rompía con reglas sociales muy arraigadas en la sociedad. Esa valentía de enfrentarse a lo impuesto definiría años más tarde como una mujer madura y comprometida con todo aquello que la rodea.

Pasajes de su vida son testigo de esto, cuando Patti contaba con trece años, a principios de la década de los sesenta, conoció a un chico de raza negra, jamaicano para más señas. Por aquellas fechas tener un novio negro suponía romper con uno de los grandes prejuicios, el racismo. Así, desde muy temprana edad Patti ya era diferente al resto de sus compañeras. Ella veía este hecho de forma natural, estar en compañía de gente de su agrado sin importarle el color de su piel era algo que tenía asumido, una actitud que emanaba de ella de forma natural. Cuestiones raciales a parte, Patti sentía mayor afinidad por los chicos negros de su instituto que por los blancos, quizás por su modo de ver la vida y de disfrutar de la música.


Según sus propias palabras “Pues bueno, después de que saliesen los Stones era genial ser blanco. Más adelante, sin embargo, pasó algo que nadie esperaba y fue la aparición de Jimi Hendrix. Lo que quiero decir es que se metió en las bragas de las niñas blancas. El fue que quien acabó con la diferencia de color para mí. Cuando salía Jimi Hendrix no te importaba el color de su piel”.


Otra característica que definiría el carácter de Patti es la no necesidad de juzgar y mucho menos de etiquetar. Esto se observa en su idea de identidad, presente en muchas de sus obras, ella era conocedora de las limitaciones sociales que padecían las mujeres de su época, precisamente por eso, por su condición de mujer. Una vez más, muestra su forma particular de concebir el mundo y de pensar, bien distinta a los tiempos que la vieron crecer como artista en todas sus facetas.


Acorde con todo esto, Patti se comprometió con causas bélicas, políticas, ecológicas, etc… Mostrando su preocupación por asuntos sociales de gran envergadura como por ejemplo lo acaecido en el Tibet. Patti no sólo apoyó estas causas a nivel personal sino que todos los componentes del grupo se involucraron participando en conciertos como Tibet House New York Benedit Concert.


Patti también vivió, experimentó y participó de aquel movimiento de contracultura que fue el Punk. Éste supuso un pánico moral en una sociedad británica y estadounidense, caracterizadas por una mentalidad rígida y reprimida. La nueva conciencia cultural, la que despertó la crítica política, fue el fiel reflejo de lo fracturada que se encontraba por entonces la sociedad.


Patti, fiel a sus ideas políticas, siempre ha estado unida al partido demócrata. Según la artista, la sociedad americana, que va más allá de sus fronteras, está extendiendo un materialismo exacerbado y una total despreocupación por el medio ambiente. Preocupada por problemas de educación, control de armas, enfrentamientos bélicos, política económica, y otros asuntos importantes, Smith aboga por un compromiso más social, revolucionario y movilizador de masas.


Patti aboga por una arte que siga removiendo conciencias y dice “mientras pueda contribuir con cosas que pienso que son de calidad, seguiré tocando y haciendo discos. Cuando sienta que ya no tengo nada más que aportar, me dedicaré a otra cosa”. En la actualidad, Patti sigue inmersa en todo un proceso de creación, en el cual siguen presentes los rasgos que, como indica su biógrafo Victor Bockris, han constituido el sello de su arte: una loca e impredecible fantasía, una relación conflictiva con la religión y una gran rebeldía contra los roles tradicionales por razones de sexo.


 


 


Patti Smith posee una página web oficial en la que muestra su apoyo con diferentes causas, tanto de índole social, como político, ecológico, cultural, etc. Son temas de actualidad, como las elecciones en Estados Unidos, con un claro apoyo a Obama; el secuestro y liberación de Ingrid Betancourt; o el asesinato de Benazir Bhutto, en definitiva una serie de denuncias que ahondan en todos los aspectos de la vida.


 

Exposiciones individuales

2012


Patti Smith: Camera Solo. The Detroit Institute of Arts, Detroit.


2011


Patti Smith: Camera Solo. The Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, Hartford.


Patti Smith. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


Patti Smith: 9.11 Babelogue. Leubsdorf Art Gallery - Hunter College, Nueva York.


2009


Patti Smith: photographs for Florence. Poggiali e Forconi, Florencia.


Patti Smith - Written Portrait.TEA Tenerife Espacio de las Artes, Santa Cruz de Tenerife.


Patti Smith: Veil. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


2008


Patti Smith written portrait. ARTIUM, Centro-Museo de Arte Contemporáneo Vasco, Vitoria-Gasteiz.


Patti Smith - Land 250. Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, París.


2007


A pythagorean traveller. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


Patti Smith. BALTIC - The Centre for Contemporary Art, Gateshead.


2006


Patti Smith. The Mitchell Library, Glasgow.


Patti Smith, drawings and photographs. Model Arts and Niland Gallery, Sligo.


The mall. Sligo, Irlanda.


2003-2004


Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith. Haus der Kunst, Munich; Palazzo Diamanti, Ferrara; Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam.


Patti Smith. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


2003


Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith. Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith. Parco Gallery, Tokyo; Institute the Contemporary Art, University of Pennsylvania.


2002-2003



Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith. AndyWarholMuseum, Pittsburg.


1997 


Patti Smith: works on paper over the years. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


1988-1978


Patti Smith drawings. Galerie Veith Turske, Colonia.


 


 

Exposiciones colectivas

2012


Mathematics: A Beautiful Elsewhere. Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, Paris.


2011


Loose Leaf. Soil, Seattle.


Mathematics: A Beautiful Elsewhere. Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, Paris.


Selections. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


Distant Star. kurimanzutto, Ciudad de Mexico.


Distant Star. Regen Projects, Los Angeles.


2010


Autoritratte (Female self portraits) / Sala delle Reali Poste. Galleria degli Uffizi, Florencia.


Patti Smith & Christoph Schlingensief. Galerie Sonja Junkers , Munchen.


Sonic Youth etc.: Sensational Fix. CA2M - Centro de Arte Dos de Mayo, Móstoles.


Objects of Life. Robert Miller Gallery, Nueva York.


2009


Out of the Box: Photography Portfolios from the Permanent Collection. DeCordova Sculpture Park and Museum, Lincoln.


This world & nearer ones. Creative Time, Nueva York.


Looking at Music: Side 2. MoMA - Museum of Modern Art, Nueva York.


ONIC YOUTH etc.: Sensational Fix. Malmö Konsthall, Malmö.


elles@centrepompidou, artistes femmes dans les collections du Centre Pompidou. Centre Pompidou - Musée National d´Art Moderne, Paris.


SONIC YOUTH etc. : SENSATIONAL FIX. Kunsthalle Düsseldorf, Düsseldorf.


Spuren des geistigen - traces du sacré. HDK - Haus der Kunst - München, Munich.


Sonic Youth etc. - Sensational Fix. MUSEION - Museum für moderne und zeitgenössische Kunst, Bolzano.


2008


It's not only Rock 'n' Roll, Baby! BOZAR - Palais des Beaux-Arts / Paleis voor Schone Kunsten, Bruselas.


2007


Fotógrafos insospechados. Celebridades detrás del objetivo. Fundación Canal, Madrid.


2006


Glasgow Internacional-Festival of Contemporary Visual Art. Glasgow International.


2005


Land 250. Palazzo Fontana dei Trevi, Roma.


Perspectivas @25: a quarter century of new art in Houston. ContemporaryArtsMuseum, Houston.


2003


50th International Venice Biennale, Venecia.


2001


De Artaud… à Twombly. Centre Pompidou – Musée nacional d’Art Moderne, París.

Obra

 

 

 

 

Poemas


Analizando la larga e intensa trayectoria profesional de Patti Smith hallamos que sus obras están repletas de héroes y heroínas a los que homenajeaba. Por ello, cuando hablamos de la poesía de Patti Smith, no podemos pasar por alto, entre otros, el nombre de Arthur Rimbaud, poeta francés del siglo XIX que inspiró a Patti desde el mismo día que leyó su obra. Tanto es así que la influencia de este autor ha perdurado a lo largo de toda su carrera. Afirma: “Rimbaud y yo estábamos juntos en las entrañas de esa basura de fábrica. Fue mi salvación”.


Rimbaud fue uno de los puntos comunes que Patti mantuvo con Jim Morrison, otro gran artista a quien Patti también admiró. Se observa así que aun cuando Patti no tenía muy claro a qué dedicarse, su gustos y aficiones le estaban indicando el camino que años más tarde seguiría. La poesía, la música y el arte en su vertiente plástica marcarían de forma absoluta su periplo profesional.


La influencia de artistas, músicos y personajes, propiciaron que Patti se convirtiera en la artista que hoy en día es. Lecturas de Balzac, las figuras femeninas de largos cuellos y tez blanca de Modigliani o las obras de Oscar Wilde, procuraron el caldo de cultivo perfecto para que ella encontrara su camino. Influencias todas estas que la hicieron sentir artista.


Sus primeros poemas se caracterizaban por no seguir los esquemas convencionales, y guiarse por el ritmo propio del rock y referencias procedentes de la cultura Pop.


Además de estas influencias, Patti contó siempre con la fantasía que su madre, desde bien pequeña, le inculcó. Su infancia estuvo marcada por una delgadez extrema, una marcada osamenta, unas largas piernas y una larga melena oscura que hicieron de ella una niña tímida, con un marcado estilo, más propio de chicos que de las niñas de su edad. Además, cabe mencionar que pasó largas temporadas enferma con fiebre alta que le provocaban alucinaciones y que durante estos períodos, Patti escuchaba música que su madre le compraba. Así, creció pensando que ella era diferente, desarrollando una desbordante imaginación con la que entretenía a sus hermanos pequeños.


Se juntan así varios elementos clave en la vida de Patti que enmarcarán su obra literaria, las alucinaciones consecuencia de la saltas fiebres que padeció de pequeña, su imaginación, la fantasía inculcada por su madre, las lecturas de escritores cuyas vidas se vieron envueltas en circunstancias adversas, en definitiva marginados de la sociedad, como ocurre con Charles Baudelaire, Jean Genet o Rimbaud. Son figuras complejas, que actuaban sobrepasando los límites admitidos por la sociedad en la que se veían inmersos. Encontraba en sus excitantes y ajetreadas vidas algo que le inspiraba en sus creaciones.


De Rimbaud llegó a firmar que “adoraba a Rimbaud. Me gustaba tanto y le dediqué tantos, tantísimos de mis sueños de jovencita […] Me gustaba un montón mi Rimbaud cuando era joven…”. De hecho, los inicios de Patti están marcados por la realización de recitales junto a Lenny Kaye, y uno de ellos estuvo dedicado a este poeta francés, titulado Rock’n Rimbaud, también ha de ser mencionado su poema dream of Rimbaud.


Con su marcha a Nueva York en 1967, conocerá a Robert Mapplethorpe, fotógrafo, con quien terminaría forjando una gran amistad. Éste motivaría a la joven Patti, incitándola a escribir y dibujar. De su temática, muy vinculada a la música, terminó surgiendo una fascinación por el resultado de mezclar la poesía y la música. Junto a Mapplethorpe reseñar la influencia de Bob Neuwirth, quien también apoyó a Patti en su trayectoria literaria.



El conocer a diferentes personalidades del entorno literario favoreció notablemente a su peculiar carrera, como Sam Shepard, dramaturgo, que también la animó a que continuase con su propósito, o Gerard Malanga, poeta cercano a Andy Warhol, que permitió a Patti colaborar en uno de sus recitales en 1971. A finales de este mismo año, Patti proseguía con su andadura poética, cada vez más consolidada. Su primera gran obra vio la luz bajo el título Seventh Heaven, considerado uno de los libros más intensos de Patti.


1972 es un año importante en la carrera de Patti ya que poesía y música adquieren gran importancia en su vida. En este año publicó Kodak compuesto por nueve poemas, y un año más tarde verá la luz Witt, este libro se compone de poemas dedicados a Rimbaud, a W. Burroughs, Picasso y O’Keeffe. En 1973 pudo hacer de telonera en el Mercer Arts Center, su recital de poseía impresionó y gracias a esto consiguió ser contratada, realizaba su espectáculo sin acompañamiento musical. Algo que cambiará fines del mismo año cuando Lenny Kaye junto a su guitarra se incorpore y ambos realicen estos recitales.


La poesía de Patti tenía un carácter propio que la distinguía, quizás uno de los rasgos que más llamaba la atención, era que sus obras debían publicarse con el espaciado y puntuación que ella había plasmado en el papel. Por ello no es de extrañar que revisando su obra poética encontremos minúsculas tras puntos, por ejemplo. Estos eran los pequeños detalles que junto la temática que empleaba la convertían en una poetisa diferente, como apunta Nick Johnstone “las palabras estaban ahí para ser manipuladas”. La obra de Patti refleja un juego constante con las palabras y las variaciones fonéticas, ejemplo de estas licencias que Patti empleaba lo son las palabras rat que significa rata y art que significa arte.


En cuanto a su forma de abordar la creación de sus poesías una muy joven Patti afirmaba, provocativamente, lo siguiente: “No considero que escribir sea un acto silencioso, introspectivo. Es un acto físico. Cuando estoy en casa, con mi máquina de escribir, me vuelvo loca. Camino como un mono. Me humedezco. Tengo orgasmos. En vez de inyectarme heroína, me masturbo catorce veces seguidas. Tengo visiones. Naves descendiendo sobre las pirámides aztecas. Templos. Así es como escribo mi poesía”.


El grueso de su obra abarca diferentes temas, quizás una de las más reseñables sean sus héroes y heroínas, quienes de alguna manera inspiraron a Patti a creerse artista y a desarrollar su trayectoria. Personajes importantes en su vida lo han sido, los ya citados como Rimbaud, Genet, o figuras femeninas como Marianne Faithfull, en el caso de iconos femeninos. Todos los personajes son figuras que le han aportado algo, desde inspiración hasta refugio en sus tiempos de juventud. Por supuesto su padre se encuentra entre éstos, así como estrellas del cine, Anna Karina o Jean Paul Belmondo.


Y como no podía resultar de otra manera, estrellas del panorama musical de entonces y de ahora, como Bob Dylan.


Su obra poética también está presidida por las obsesiones con el amor, el sexo aludiendo a esa sexualidad violenta que transmite en muchos de sus escritos, la muerte con la que hace referencia a personas desaparecidas a las que estaba emocionalmente vinculada, la idea de identidad también está presente en su temática, e insiste, continuamente, en su idea de libertad para vivir de forma intensa.


Su labor literaria en la década de los ochenta, coincidiendo con una etapa de retiro y vida hogareña, incluyó un amplio repertorio de cuentos, piezas teatrales, novelas y poemas que todavía permanecen sin publicar.


Ya en los años noventa su actividad poética aumentó de forma notable, publicará Woolgathering (1992), Early work: 1970 – 1979 (1994), The Coral Sea (1996), Patti Smith complete (1998) y Wild Leaves (1999). Podría afirmarse que Patti nunca ha abandonado la poesía, y muestra de esto lo son todas las publicaciones.


 


 


 

Libros de poemas

Sus poemas se pueden encontrar en distintas publicaciones, a lo largo de toda su carrera:

2006

 

 

 

 

 

Patti Smith complete: lyrics, reflections and notes for the future 1975-2006.

2005

 

 

 

 

 

Auguries of innocence: poems.

An accidental biography: the selected letters of Gregory Corso.

2003

Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith.

1999

Wild Leaves.

1998

 

 

 

 

 

Patti Smith complete: lyrics, reflections and notes for the future.

1996

 

 

 

 

 

The Coral Sea.

1994

 

 

 

 

 

Early work: 1970-1979.

1992

 

 

 

 

 

Woolgathering.

1978

 

 

 

 

 

Babel.

1977

 

 

 

 

 

Ha¡ Ha¡ Houdini.

1976

 

 

 

 

 

The night.

AngelCity.

Curse of the Starving Class & Otherp lays.

1973

 

 

 

 

 

Witt

1972

 

 

 

 

 

Seventh Heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

A useless death.

Early morning dream.

Kodak.

 

 

 

 

Música

Patti Smith quería fusionar dentro del rock & roll la poesía con paisajes sonoros al estilo de sus idolatrados Jimi Hendrix y Jim Morrison. Patti, toda una artista integral desde sus inicios, ha visto marcada su trayectoria por su híbrido de rock y poesía, libertad improvisatoria de jazz y declaraciones espirituales. La esencia del rock era la mezcla entre poesía y revolución, la fusión del poder de la música y el de la palabra; y así se ha hecho notar en algunas de sus creaciones musicales.



Como casi todas las adolescentes, Patti Smith se pasaba los días escuchando música, ya fuera en su casa, en el coche o en las fiestas de sus amigos. Más adelante se hizo asidua de un par de clubes de jazz e incluso organizaba viajes a Filadelfia con algunos compañeros para asistir a conciertos de jazz o asistir a iglesias baptistas donde se cantaba gospel.


Además del jazz, Patti pronto descubriría a uno de sus grupos favoritos de rock, los Rolling Stones y al venerado Jimi Hendrix. Pero si hay alguien en el mundo de la música que le marcó desde su juventud, esa fue la figura de Bob Dylan. Ella misma ha contando que fue gracias a su madre como llegó a conocer el trabajo de Dylan. Patti estaba enferma y su madre para animarla le compró un disco de Dylan. Desde entonces su adoración por Bob Dylan le acompañará siempre, incluso en las etapas más duras de su vida, cuando falleció su marido. Estos fueron los primeros contactos de Patti con el rock & roll.


 


 


En los años siguientes Patti Smith se centró más en la labor poética, entre otros motivos porque ella misma dudaba de su talento y no sabía si estaba a la altura de su ídolos musicales. 1972 será una fecha clave en la vida de Patti, ya que viaja hasta París para ver la tumba de Jimi Hendrix, allí notó algo muy diferente a lo que había sentido hasta entonces, sus dudas acerca de su talento musical se disiparon y se dio cuenta que ella misma era una artista a la altura de sus ídolos musicales.


A finales de 1972 conocerá a la promotora y agente Jane Friedman que la contratará para un par de actuaciones en el Mercer Arts Center. A Patti le costó mucho convencerla para que le dejara leer poesía, ya que no sabía cual iba a ser la reacción del público. A estas primeras actuaciones le seguirían varias más, todas con una gran acogida por parte del público asistente. A principios de 1973 consigue actuar como telonera del grupo New York Dolls.


Durante estas primeras actuaciones, Patti recitaba sus poesías en solitario, sin embargo con el tiempo introdujo en sus recitales canciones y acompañamiento de guitarra. Patti decidió invitar a un amigo suyo llamado Lenny Kaye para que le acompañara con su guitarra en una actuación que tenía en el club Les Jardins. A partir de ese momento Lenny le acompañaría en todos sus recitales musicales.



A finales de 1973 comienza a gestarse el Patti Smith Group, con la incorporación de su segundo miembro el guitarrista Lenny Kaye, además de la propia Patti. Para encontrar a un pianista para el grupo decidieron poner un anuncio y, finalmente, el elegido fue Richard Sohl. Una vez formado el trío comenzaron los ensayos y los preparativos para grabar algunos temas.


Gracias a un dinero prestado por su amigo Mapplethorpe y al de algunos amigos más, el 5 de junio de 1974 reservaron los estudios neoyorquinos Electric Ladyland, que curiosamente, eran los utilizados por su ídolo Jimi Hendrix. Así, pudieron grabar el sencillo Hey Joe / Piss Factory.


Este primer sencillo de Patti tuvo una financiación, producción y publicación totalmente independientes, algo muy poco habitual en esos días. En este primer sencillo Patti contaba sus experiencias adolescentes, su etapa del instituto, su trabajo en una fábrica o su embarazo. El resultado fue un disco de puro rock mezclado con auténtica poesía.


Después de varias actuaciones el grupo tocó en una pequeña tienda de discos de Berkeley, y allí Patti leyó algunos de sus trabajos. A partir de esta actuación surgió la posibilidad de actuar en el Witerland de Bill Graham en San Francisco. A principios de 1975 el grupo decide incorporar a un segundo guitarrista y después de algunas dificultades para encontrarlo se decidieron por Ivan Kral. El grupo pasó de trío a cuarteto. A finales de 1975 se une al grupo Jay Dee Daugherty, un batería que había trabajado con el grupo The mumps.


 


 


Su primera actuación conjunta fue en el Main Point Club de Filadelfia. Poco a poco el grupo comenzó a realizar actuaciones y a ser conocido y respetado por el público. Gracias a la publicidad de las actuaciones, las casas discográficas comenzaron a interesarse por el grupo. Finalmente, el grupo firmó con Arista, ya que además de reconocer su talento, le dieron total control sobre la creación. 



 


 


 


 

Discografía




 


 

Horses

Fecha: Noviembre 1975


Grabación: Electric Lady Studios, New York


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 43:10


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: John Cale


Una vez firmado el contrato con Arista el siguiente paso fue la elección del productor para su primer disco con la discográfica. Después de barajar algunos nombres se decidieron por John Cale. La grabación de su primer disco se finalizóa finales de septiembre, y en noviembre fue publicado con el nombre Horses. Arista realizó una gran campaña de lanzamiento y logró situarlo entre los 50 discos más vendidos. El disco se convirtió en muy poco tiempo en un clásico del rock.


Para la cubierta del disco se eligió una fotografía de Patti Smith realizada por su amigo y fotógrafo Robert Mapplethorpe. Esta cubierta se hizo tan famosa que pasó a ser una de las más famosas de la historia del rock. La fotografía se tomó en el piso neoyorquino de Sam Wagstaff, un importante coleccionista de fotografía. En la foto en blanco y negro se ve a una Patti Smith despeinada y sin maquillaje, vestida con unos vaqueros y una camisa blanca con una corbata. En contraste a esta ropa masculina aparecen dos detalles muy femeninos, la pulsera en su mano derecha y un anillo en la izquierda. Aunque hubo algunos problemas por parte de la discográfica por la elección de la foto, finalmente Patti hizo valer sus derechos.


Este fue el inicio de Horses, uno de los grandes discos de la historia del rock & roll. Durante las primeras cinco semanas se llegaron a vender cerca de 80.000 copias. A finales de 1975 comenzaron una gira de siete conciertos con un gran éxito de público y crítica. Después de su gira por los Estados Unidos tuvieron algunas actuaciones en Europa. A su regreso la banda se puso a trabajar en su siguiente disco: Radio Ethiopia.


Temas:



  1. Gloria: In Excelsis Deo / Gloria (versión)

  2. Redondo Beach

  3. Birdland

  4. Free money

  5. Kimberly

  6. Break it up

  7. Land: horses / Land of a thousand dances / La Mer (De)

  8. Elegie

  9. My Generation

 


 

Gloria in excelsis Deo / Gloria

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.


 


 

Redondo beach

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.

Birdland

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 leave 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.

Free money

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.

Kimberly

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

Break it up

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 ...

Land: horses / Land of a thousand dances / La Mer (De)

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

Elegie

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.

My generation

I just don't


People try to put us down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I don't need your fucking shit! (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die because of it (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


Why don't you all f-f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


My generation, baby
My generation, baby


John Cale


Bababababababababa~!
People try to put us down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I don't need your fucking shit! (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die because of it (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


My generation, baby
My generation, baby


[Ad lib]
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


My generation, baby
My generation, baby


Oh, so young
I'm so goddamn young!
I'm so young
I'm so goddamn young!
Oh, so young
I'm so goddamn young!


We created it - let's take it over!

Radio Ethiopia

Fecha: Octubre 1976


Grabación: Record Plant Studios, New York


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 41:15


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Jack Douglas


Con este segundo trabajo el grupo pasa a denominarse Patti Smith Group, ya que en Horses, se firmó sólo como Patti Smith. El productor de este nuevo disco Radio Ethiopia fue Jack Douglas. Este nuevo álbum era muy diferente a Horses, la crítica incluso dijo que Radio Ethiopia sonaba a mitad de revoluciones que Horses. Este nuevo disco alcanzó el puesto 122 de las listas estadounidenses, pero apenas se vendieron 30.000 copias, cifras muy distantes de las alcanzadas con su primer trabajo Horses. La decepción fue muy grande, y no sólo para el grupo y para Arista, sino para la propia Patti.


Así como en su anterior trabajo el fotógrafo elegido para la portada fue Robert Mapplethorpe, en esta ocasión la elegida fue Juddy Linn. Nuevamente una fotografía de Patti sentada en el suelo y mirando fijamente algo que sólo la propia Patti y el fotógrafo saben. La imagen es mucho más femenina que en su anterior trabajo de Horses. El resto de fotografías del álbum corren a cargo de Andi Ostrowe, con fotos de sus viajes por Etiopía, y también fotos de Lynn Goldsmith. La foto de la contracubierta fue realizada por Lyzzy Mercier, y nos muestra a Patti Smith sentada en plena calle y bajo una pintada que dice “Vive l’anarchie” (viva la anarquía).


A pesar de las críticas y de las escasas ventas el grupo inició una gira por los Estados Unidos y Europa. A su regreso el grupo fue vetado por la emisora de radio WNEW-FM, por utilizar la palabra fuck (joder) en un programa en directo. La reacción de Patti no se hizo esperar y publicó en el Yispter Times un texto que decía así: “intentan callarnos pero no lo conseguirán….”.


Después de este problema con la censura, el grupo actúo como telonero de Bob Seger y la Silver Bullet Band en el Curtis Hixen Hall de Tampa en Florida. Durante la actuación Patti Smith tropezó con uno de los altavoces de sonido y cayó desde una altura de cuatro metros. Fue llevada rápidamente al hospital de Tampa con una herida grave en la cabeza y dos vértebras rotas. Después de la caída regresa a Nueva York, pero empieza a tener problemas de visión y una parálisis parcial en las piernas.


Patti necesitó más de un año de rehabilitación y fisioterapia. Durante esta etapa tuvo la oportunidad de meditar sobre el rumbo que debía tomar el grupo y sobre el fracaso de Radio Etiophia. La primera decisión fue el despido de su manager Jane Friedman. Durante este periodo se dedicó a escribir el libro de poesías Babel, que se publicó en febrero de 1978. 


Temas:



  1. Ask the Angels

  2. Ain't It Strange

  3. Poppies

  4. Pissing in a River

  5. Pumping (My Heart)

  6. Distant Fingers

  7. Radio Ethiopia

  8. Abyssinia

  9. Chiklets

 

Ask the Angels

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
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild


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
Wild wild wild wild
Wild wild wild wild

Ain't It Strange

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

Poppies

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

Pissing in a River

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.

Pumping (My Heart)

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

Distant Fingers

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

Radio Ethiopia

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 [ ]

Abyssinia

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 [ ]

Chiklets

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 B


 


 


 

Easter

Fecha: Marzo 1978


Grabación: Electric Lady Studios, New York


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 39:44


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Jimmy Iovine


Después del año de convalecencia, el grupo tenía ganas de empezar de inmediato con un proyecto musical. Su tercer álbum Easter, sería producido por Jimmy Lovine y grabado en los estudios Record Plant de Nueva York. El grupo quería que este nuevo trabajo “de resurrección”, fuera un álbum de rock sólido. La casualidad hizo que mientras estaban grabando en un estudio próximo estaba también trabajando la estrella musical Bruce Springsteen. El productor Jimmy Lovine era amigo del artista y le pidió que revisara el tema Because the night para el grupo. Después de varios cambios por parte de Patti, incluida la letra, el tema estaba preparado. El disco se publicó en abril de 1978. Con Easter, se conseguiría el disco más comercial del grupo, sobre todo gracias al éxito del tema Because the night. Supuso el disco de retorno de Patti Smith después de su accidente. Las cosas le marchaban muy bien a Patti y no solo en el plano profesional, ya que estaba enamorada del músico Fred Sonic Smith, del grupo MC5.


El disco llegó al puesto número 5 de la lista de los 40 sencillos más vendidos en el Reino Unido, y al puesto número 13 en las listas estadounidenses. Con este éxito Patti consiguió llegar a un mayor número de personas.


Para la portada de este nuevo disco se eligió a la fotógrafa Lynn Goldsmith. En este nuevo trabajo la imagen andrógina del primer trabajo queda atrás, y nos muestra a una Patti femenina que juega con el pelo, además y por primera vez la carátula del disco es en color y no en blanco como en los demás trabajos. Supone una nueva etapa en la que el amor comienza a despertar. Esto que también reflejado en las letras de las canciones. El resto de las fotos del álbum son de su amigo Robert Mapplethorpe.


Temas:



  1. Till Victory

  2. Space Monkey

  3. Because the Night

  4. Ghost Dance

  5. Babelogue

  6. Rock'N'Roll Nigger

  7. Privilege (Set Me Free)

  8. We Three

  9. 25th Floor

  10. High on rebelion

  11. Easter

  12. Godspeed (bonus track)

 


 


 


 


 

Till Victory

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. [repeat]

Space Monkey

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

(spoken)
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." [shriek]

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!

Because the Night

take me now baby here as I am
pull me close, try and understand
desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
love is a banquet on which we feed

come on now try and understand
the way I feel when I'm in your hands
take my hand come undercover
they can't hurt you now,
can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
because the night belongs to lovers
because the night belongs to lust
because the night belongs to lovers
because the night belongs to us

have I doubt when I'm alone
love is a ring, the telephone
love is an angel disguised as lust
here in our bed until the morning comes
come on now try and understand
the way I feel under your command
take my hand as the sun descends
they can't touch you now,
can't touch you now, can't touch you now
because the night belongs to lovers ...

with love we sleep
with doubt the vicious circle
turn and burns
without you I cannot live
forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
so touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
because the night belongs to lovers ...

because tonight there are two lovers
if we believe in the night we trust
because tonight there are two lovers ...

Ghost Dance

We shall live again, we shall live.

What is it children that falls from the sky ?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye.
Mannah from Heaven from the most high,
Food from the father, tayi, taye aye.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Peace to your brother, give and take peace,
Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave up the Earth, one turn around.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Stretch out your arms now tip and swing,
Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi.
Threw out your shoe over the soil,
Dust off the words that shaped from the tale.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, ghost of your host,
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again.

What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this wisdom, eyes of God,
That makes me feel just what I need.
You used to fly me the way to speed.

What is it, Father, holy that night ?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right ?
What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ?
What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ?
What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ?
What is it, Father, that brings me down
What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like.
What is it, Father, I just ride into space
What is it, Father, I can tell you one night
What is it, Father, I can tell what I like
What is it, Father, are you into shape
What is it, Father, are you calling today
What is it, Father ... [ ]

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. (Repeat)

Privilege (Set Me Free)

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.

We Three

(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.

25th Floor

We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.

stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be.
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order.
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.

the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man.
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.

all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)

in background:
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a [ ] ...)

High on rebelion

We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.

stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be.
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order.
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man.
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.

all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)

in background:
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a [ ] ...)

Easter

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 . . .

Godspeed

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

Wave

Cubierta del disco Wave.Fecha: Mayo 1979


Grabación: Bearsville Studios, New York


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 37:45


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Todd Rundgren


A finales de 1978 se comenzó con la grabación de su cuarto álbum titulado Wave. La producción estuvo a cargo de Todd Rundgren. Patti confesó al productor y amigo su intención de abandonar el grupo después de este trabajo. Para Patti este disco iba a ser su despedida de la industria musical.


Una vez publicado el álbum, consiguió ser el disco del grupo que más ventas consiguió, y además, ocupó el puesto número 18 de las listas estadounidenses y el 41 de las del Reino Unido.


El disco estaba dedicado a su amor por Fred Smith y era un adiós también para sus seguidores. El propio título dejaba entrever esa decisión, ya que una de las acepciones de wave es decir adiós con la mano, saludar.


La fotografía de la cubierta es de Robert Mapplethorpe. En ella vemos a Patti Smith con un vestido blanco y sujetando a dos palomas, como símbolo de la paz. La imagen es claramente femenina, nada que ver con sus primeros discos en los que jugaba con la imagen andrógina. La mirada de Patti es un poco enigmática y también nostálgica, parece estar indicándonos que era su despedida del mundo del rock.


Su última actuación fue el 10 de septiembre de 1979 en un concierto en Florencia. Después de una gira de cinco meses, el grupo regresó a Nueva York y Patti reunió a sus compañeros y les anunció que dejaba el grupo. La noticia fue demoledora para la banda y para la casa discográfica Arista. La decisión de Patti fue difícil de aceptar también para sus fans y para la crítica, que no entendían como podía abandonar en el momento cumbre de su carrera.


Patti comienza su nueva vida en Detroit casándose con el también músico Fred Smith el 1 de marzo de 1980. En 1983 nace su hijo Jackson. Durante esta etapa de su vida se dedicó a su familia, a sus hijos, a escribir poesía, cuentos, teatro, y trabajar en algunas canciones.


Temas:



  1. Frederick

  2. Dancing Barefoot

  3. So You Want to Be (A Rock 'N' Roll Star)

  4. Hymn

  5. Revenge

  6. Citizen Ship

  7. Seven Ways of Going

  8. Broken Flag

  9. Wave

  10. Fire of Unknown Origin (bonus track)

  11. 54321/Wave (bonus track)

 


 


 


 

Frederick

The burns and the flames
Hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep
All of the power that burns in the flame
Ignites the light in a single name

Frederick name of care
Fast asleep in a room somewhere
Guardian angels lay(line?) A bed
Shed their(your?) Light on the 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
Cover my spirit are you ready let's go

Hi hi hey hey
Maybe I will come back someday now
But tonight on the wings of a dove
Up above to the land of love

Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Kiss to kiss breath to breath
My soul surrenders astonished to death

Night of wonder for us to keep
Set our sails shattered and deep
After the rapture two hearts meet
Mind(mine?) Entwined in a single beat

Frederick you're the one
As we journey from sun to sun
All the dreams I waited (awaited?) 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...

Dancing Barefoot

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 heroin/e

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...

[chorus]

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...

[chorus]

(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 afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.

(oh god I fell for you ...)

So You Want to Be (A Rock 'N' Roll Star)

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

Hymn

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.

Revenge

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…

Citizen Ship

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 [ ] 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.

Seven Ways of Going

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.

Broken Flag

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

Wave

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.

Fire of Unknown Origin

A fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Fire of unknown origin took my baby away.
Swept her up and off my wavelength.
Swallowed her up like the ocean in a fire thick and gray.
Death comes sweeping thru the hallway like a ladies' dress.
Death comes riding down the hallway in its Sunday best.
Death comes driving; death comes creeping; death comes I can't do nothing.
Death goes, there must be something that remains.
Death, it made me sick and crazy 'cause that fire took my baby away

Dream of life

Fecha: Junio 1988


Grabación: The Hit Factory, New York; A&M Studios, Los Angeles


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 51:22


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Fred Smith & Jimmy Iovine


Después de nueve años al cuidado de sus hijos, Patti y Fred estaban deseosos de grabar un disco nuevo, e incluso invitaron para hablar del tema al teclista Richard Sohl. Sin embargo al poco de empezar Patti se quedó embarazada de su hija Jesse y los planes de la pareja tuvieron que retrasarse un año. Durante este tiempo Fred estuvo buscando a algún músico que pudiera sustituir a Ivan Kral, ya que éste había regresado a Checoslovaquia. Así entraron en contacto con el bajista Gary Rasmussen con quien ya habían trabajado.


El nuevo trabajo Dream of life fue producido por Jimmy Lovine y por el propio Fred Smith. De nuevo se volvió a juntar al grupo, Patti Smith, Richard Shol, Jay Dee Daugherty y para sustituir a Ivan Kral se contrató no sólo a Gary Rasmussen, sino también a Kasim Sultan y Bob Glaub. Todos los temas estaban compuestos por Fred y Patti. La vuelta de Patti Smith tuvo una fría acogida por parte del público.


Una vez más el encargado de la fotografía de la cubierta fue Robert Mapplethorpe. En un principio Robert había elegido una fotografía que tomó de Patti en 1987, sin embargo ésta no estaba del todo convencida y, finalmente se hicieron otras pruebas. La fotografía elegida nos mostraba a una Patti vestida con un jersey amplio, peinada con trenza y sentada en medio de un paisaje natural.


En el disco están presentes los nuevos intereses de Patti, sus hijos, su marido. De hecho Patti y Fred decidieron no realizar una gira y quedarse al cuidado de sus hijos. La escasa acogida que tuvo el disco hizo que Patti y Fred retomaran su vida, la escritura y otros proyectos. En 1989 Patti recibe la mala noticia de la muerte de su amigo Robert Mapplethorpe. Este hecho será el comienzo de una etapa trágica en la vida de Patti. Al año siguiente, el 3 de junio de 1990, Richard Sohl muere de un ataque cardíaco. Cuatro años después, Patti sufrirá una de las pérdidas más importantes de su vida, Fred muere de un ataque al corazón. Patti quedó destrozada, pero gracias al apoyo de su hermano Todd, que le convenció para que siguiera adelante con la música como terapia, logró continuar con su vida. Sin embargo, la tragedia una vez más golpea la vida de Patti, ya que su hermano muere poco después de una apoplejía.


Temas:



  1. People Have the Power

  2. Up There Down There

  3. Paths That Cross

  4. Dream of Life

  5. Where Duty Calls

  6. Going Under

  7. Looking for You (I Was)

  8. The Jackson Song

  9. As the Night Goes By (bonus track)

  10. Wild Leaves (bonus track)

 


 


 


 

People Have the Power

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...

Up There Down There

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…

Paths That Cross

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

Dream of Life

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

Where Duty Calls

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

Refrain

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

Going Under

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

Looking for You (I Was)

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

The Jackson Song

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

Refrain

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

As the Night Goes By

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

Wild Leaves

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

Gone again

Fecha: Junio 1996


Grabación: Electric Lady Studios


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 55:52


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Malcolm Burn & Lenny Kaye


Después de la muerte de su marido y de su hermano Patti encontró en la música la forma de poder seguir hacia adelante. Su nuevo disco, Gone Again, lo realizó junto a sus compañeros Lenny Kaye, Jay Dee Daugherty, y Tony Shanahan. En 1995 vuelve a los escenarios para presentar su nuevo trabajo. Durante este tiempo Patti recibirá una de las mejores noticias desde hacía mucho tiempo, Bob Dylan le llamó para pedirle que fuera su telonera en una gira que iba a realizar por los Estados Unidos. Patti no se lo podía creer, tocar al lado de su ídolo Bob Dylan. Una fecha quedará grabada en su mente, el 10 de diciembre de 1995, cuando ella y Dylan canten un tema juntos.


Su nuevo trabajo era un álbum de blues puro, y fue grabado en los estudios neoyorquinos de Electric Ladyland, donde Patti había comenzado su carrera musical, era como si volviese a sus comienzos, como si empezara desde cero.


Para este nuevo álbum Patti eligió a la fotógrafa Annie Leibowitz. En la fotografía aparece Patti Smith con la cabeza bajada, como pensativa y dolorida. En el interior aparece la foto de dos niños, que pudieran ser los hijos de Patti, y una foto en memoria de Fred Sonic Smith.


El disco fue acogido en general positivamente, tanto por el público como por la crítica. El grupo realizó una gira por los Estados Unidos y, Europa. Además de estas giras y por primera vez el grupo estuvo en Japón y Australia. A la vuelta de la gira, Patti decide dejar Detroit y volver a vivir en Nueva York para seguir así con los ensayos del grupo y poder retomar su carrera musical.


Temas:



  1. Gone Again

  2. Beneath the Southern Cross

  3. About a Boy

  4. My Madrigal

  5. Summer Cannibals

  6. Dead to the World

  7. Wing

  8. Ravens

  9. Wicked Messenger

  10. Fireflies

  11. Farewell Reel

 


 


 

Gone again

Hey now man's own kin
we commend into the wind
grateful arms grateful limbs
grateful soul he's gone again

I have a winter's tale
how vagrant hearts relent prevail
sow their seed into the wind
seize the sky and they're gone again

fame is fleeting God is nigh
we raise our arms to him on night
we shoot our flint into the sun
we bless our spoils and we're gone we're gone

Hey now man's own kin
we commend into the wind
grateful arms grateful limbs
grateful heart he's gone again

Here a man man's own kin
he turned his back and his own people shot him
and he fell on his knees
before the burning plane
and he beheld fields of gold his land his sun
and he arose his blood aflame
the clouds pressed with hand prints stained

one last breath
the sky is high
the hungry earth
the empty vein
the ashes rain
death's own bed
man's own kin
into the wind
one last breath
hole in life
love knot tied
braid undone
child born
the hollow horn
warrior cried
a warrior died
one last breath
lick of flame
spirit moaned
spirit shed
the heavens fed
man's own kin
grips the sky
and he's gone again

Hey now man's own kin
we lay down into the wind
grateful arms grateful limbs
grateful heart he's gone again

Hey now man's own kin
he ascends into the wind
grateful heart grateful limbs
grateful man he's gone again

Beneath the Southern Cross

Oh
to be
not anyone
gone
this maze
of being
skin
oh
to cry
not any cry
so mournful that
the dove
just laughs
the
steadfast
gasps

oh
to owe
not anyone
nothing
to be
not here
but here
forsaking
equatorial bliss
who walked
through
the callow mist
dressed in scraps
who walked
the curve of
the world
whose bone
scraped
whose flesh
unfurled
who grieves not
anyone gone
to greet lame
the inspired sky
amazed to stumble
where gods
get lost
beneath
the
southern
cross

About a Boy

Toward another
he has gone
to breathe an air
beyond his own
toward a wisdom
beyond the shelf
toward a dream
that dreams itself

about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all

from the forest
from the foam
from the field
that he had
known
toward a river
twice as blessed
toward the inn
of happiness

about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all

from a chaos
raging sweet
from the deep
and dismal street
toward another
kind of peace
toward the great
emptiness

about a boy
beyond it all
about a boy
beyond it all

[ ]
I stood among them
I stood alone
boy boy
just a boy
just a little boy
[ ]
just a little boy
who will never grow

My Madrigal

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

Summer Cannibals

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
ummm 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

Dead to the World

Dead to the world my body was sleeping
on my mind was nothing at all
come a mist an aire so appealing
I'm here a whispering you summouned I called

I formed me a presence whose aspect was changing
oh he would shift he would not shift at all
we sat for a while he was very engaging
and when he was gone I was gone on a smile

With a strange way of walking
and a strange way of breathing
more lives than a cat
that let me astray
all in all he captured my heart
dead to the world and just
slipped away

I heard me a music that drew me to dancing
lo I turned under his spell
I opened my coat but he never came closer
I bolted the door and whispered oh well

With a strange way of walking
and a strange way of breathing
more lives than a cat
that let me astray
all in all he captured my heart
dead to the world and just
slipped away

I laid in the rushes the air was upon me
wondering well I just couldn't discern
will he come back come back to me
oh I whispered will you ever return

I was feeling sensations in no dictionary
he was less than a breath of shimmer and smoke
the life in his fingers unwound my existence
dead to the world alive I awoke

With a strange way of walking
and a strange way of breathing
less than a breath of shimmer and smoke
the life in his fingers unwound my existence
dead to the world alive I awoke
alive I awoke
alive alive I awoke
alive I awoke
alive I awoke
alive
I awoke
I awoke
alive I awoke
alive alive-o
alive alive-o

Wing

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

Ravens

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 gave
and those by fate denied
gone to where all treasures laid
and where the raven flies

oh there are places I agree
where I have 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 all 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

Wicked Messenger

There was a wicked messenger
From Eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied
The smallest matter.
When questioned 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,
Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which 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 ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."

Fireflies

I been walking
wherefore am I walking
I been walking

If you see me walking
a-walking a-walking
if you see me walking

Don't avert your eyes
don't turn away
don't turn away
I'm coming to you
oh-oh oh oh
oh-oh oh to you

Living in steps
till I can rest
living in steps
till I'm blessed by you

I and I alone
can but do for you
to twist in my hand
the thorn of thy youth
to draw thy seed
to turn in birth
thy sighs
(living in steps)
thy moans
till we can rest
living in steps
till I'm by you

all I ever wanted

I and I alone
I will wash your feet
and dry them with my hair
I will give to you
every other tear
thy breath thy spear
thy season of mirth
seven steps
until I can rest
seven steps
til I am blessed by you
all I ever wanted
I wanted I wanted
all I ever wanted
I wanted for you

oh-wo-wo ...
oh-wo-wo ...
all I ever wanted
I wanted for you

five steps
till I can rest
five steps
till I'm blessed by you

four steps
till I can rest
four steps
till I'm blessed by you

all I ever wanted
I wanted I wanted
all I ever wanted
I wanted for you

I and I alone
ghost of thy ghost
walk I will walk
a burning stem
to illume thy night
(three steps...)
blood of my blood
bone of my bone
(three steps...)
can but do for you
I and I alone

two steps
till I can rest
two steps
till I'm blessed by you

oh oh oh ...
can but do for you
I and I alone
oh oh oh ...

Farewell Reel

It's been a hard time
and when it rains
it rains on me
the sky just opens
and when it rains
it pours

I walk alone
assaulted it seems
by tears from heaven
and darling I can't help
thinking those tears are yours

Our wild love came from above
and wilder still
is the wind that howls
like a voice that knows it's gone
cause darling you died
and well I cried
but I'll get by
salute our love
and send you a smile
and move on

So darling farewell
all will be well
and then all will be fine
the children will rise
strong and happy be sure
cause your love flows
and the corn still grows
and God only knows
we're only given
as much as the heart can endure

But I don't know why
but when it rains
it rains on me
the sky just opens
and when it rains
it pours

But I look up
and a rainbow appears
like a smile from heaven
and darling I can't
help thinking that smile
is yours

Peace and noise

Fecha: Septiembre 1997


Grabación: IIwII Studio, Weehawken


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 52:29


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Malcolm Burn & Lenny Kaye


Su siguiente trabajo es el álbum titulado Peace and noise y fue publicado el 30 de septiembre de 1997, bajo el sello discográfico de Arista Records. El disco fue un éxito comercial y llegó a alcanzar el puesto 21 de la revista Uncut. Además Patti fue nominada a los premios Gramy en la categoría de mejor vocalista femenina de rock en 1998. El disco fue grabado en el IIwII Studio de Weehawken y contó con la producción de Malcolm Burn y Lenny Kaye. En la mayoría de los temas la muerte y la pérdida están presentes. La voz suena sobrecogedora y apenas hay arreglos. El disco rinde homenaje a William Seward Burroughs, un novelista, ensayista y crítico social estadounidense, que tenía una buena amistad con Patti Smith.


La fotografía de portada fue realiza en esta ocasión por el guitarrista del grupo Oliver Ray. Nuevamente, se retoma el blanco y negro de la portada, y se nos muestra a una Patti Smith sentada encima de la cama y muy concentrada leyendo alguna de sus anotaciones. Apenas se le ve la cara ya que al estar leyendo el pelo tapa casi todo su rostro. Al fondo aparece colgado encima de la cama un crucifijo. El álbum cuenta también con una fotografía tomada por la propia Patti a Oliver Ray, y también hay una foto de grupo en la que se ve al Dalai Lama junto con Patti Smith.


Temas:



  1. Waiting Underground

  2. Whirl Away

  3. 1959

  4. Spell

  5. Don't Say Nothing

  6. Dead City

  7. Blue Poles

  8. Death Singing

  9. Memento Mori

  10. Last Call

 


 


 

Waiting Underground

If you believe all your hope is gone
down the drain of your humankind
the time has arrived
you'll be waiting here as I was
in a snow-white shroud
waiting 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
waiting underground

if you seek the kingdom come, come along
waiting by the ridge there'll be a gathering
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
when we'll be as one
but until that day we will just await
in our snow-white shrouds
waiting underground
in our snow-white shrouds
waiting underground

Waiting underground X6

Whirl Away

Hello friend I've come a-calling
passively stationed
active patrol
sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff
not want to 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
why must we guard anything at all
anything at all
whirl away now X3
whirl away

there's a cross on the road
there's a great mill turning
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
why must we guard anything at all
anything at all
whirl away now X3
whirl away
whirl away now X3
whirl away

[?]
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 are 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 X4

1959

Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity.
The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings,
in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above.
Desolation angels
Served it up with Love.
Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light,
then moved by bold design,
slid in that thing and it grew wings,
in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

It was Blood, shining in the Sun;
First: Freedom!
Speeding the american claim:
Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom!

China was the tempest; [And] Madness overflowed.
[The] Lama was a young man,
and [he] watched his world in flames.
Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds;
It was a cryin'[g] shame.
Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star.
Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La.
But in the land of the Impala, honey, well,
we were lookin' Fine,
'cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times;
In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959.
It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.
[In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

Spell

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!

Don't Say Nothing

Lower the thing the skin of a cat
Skin it to the left just laying there
No other thing is luck like that
And you set it said it said nothing

Went to the party very discouraged
I watched the litter pile like a wall
I looked at the river just couldn't forgive it
It was ladened with all kinds of shit
Still I admit that I didn't say nothing
I turned my back walked away
Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing

Everyone was dancing I stood over in the corner
I was listening they were saying this and saying that
And putting this one down but nothing was delivered
Nothing good was coming I just stood there
I couldn't believe it but I didn't say nothing
I walked the floor then I looked away

Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing

How long how long will we make do
Maybe it's time to break on through
Gonna lift my skirts gonna straighten up
Gonna get well I'm gonna do something
Gonna face the fact gonna give it back
And I'm gonna do something won't hold my tongue
Won't hold the thought won't hold the card
Well I'm gonna do something
Oh my brain I got to complain
You can refrain but I'm gonna do something
How long how long will we make do
Maybe it's time to break on through

Out in the desert I saw that old cat skinned
I saw it floating in the river
I saw and no one seemed to mind
They sat there they sat there watching the sun
I saw it float away and I watched the buildings crumble
Like dust in the hand and we watched the sun
Spread its wings and fly away
And in the mountains a cry echoes
Don't say nothing
Don't say nothing no
Don't say nothing no

Dead City

This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be free
Seven screaming horses
Melt down in the sun
Building scenes on empty dreams
And smoking them one by one

This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be living
Is it any wonder there's squalor in the sun
With their broken schemes and their lotteries
They never get nowhere

Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun
God's parasites in abandoned sites
and they never have much fun

If I was a blind man
Would you see for me
Or would you confuse
The nature of my blues
And refuse a hand to me

Is it any wonder crying in the sun
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun
Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes
Now I'm burning them one by one

This damn city this dead city
Immortal city
Motor city
Suc-cess city
Longs to be
Longs to be
Free
Free
Free

Blue Poles

Mother as I write the sun dissolves
Blood life streaming cross my hand
And these words, these words
Hope dashed immortal hope
Hope streaking the canvas sky
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write

We joined the long caravan
Hungry dreaming going west
Just for work just to get a job
And we never got lucky
We just forged on
And the dust the endless dust
Like a plague it covered everything
Hal fell with the fever
And mother I did what I could
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write

We prayed we prayed for rain
I never wanted to see the sun again

All my dresses you made by hand
We left behind on the road
Hal died in my arms
We buried him by the river
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding, as I write, as I write

Death Singing

In the straw-colored light
In light rapidly changing
On a life rapidly fading

Have you seen death singing
Have you seen death singing

With a throat smooth as a lamb
Yet dry as a branch not snapping
He throws back his head
And he does not sing a thing mournful

Have you seen death singing
Have you seen death singing
Have you seen death singing
In the straw-colored light

He sings a black embrade
And white opals swimming
In a child's leather purse
Have you seen death swimming
Have you seen death swimming

With a throat smooth as a lamb
Yet dry as a branch not snapping
He throws back his head
And he does not sing a thing mournful

Have you seen death singing
Have you seen death singing
Have you seen death singing
In the straw-colored light

He sings of youth enraged
And the burning of Atlanta
And these viral times
And May ribbons streaming
And straw-colored curls a-turning
A mother's vain delight
And woe to the sun
And woe to the young
Another hearse is drawn
Have you seen death singing
In the straw-colored light

Memento Mori

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

Last Call

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 racing

Just another wandering soul
Adrift among the stars
Just another human heart
Led, led away

He put his shoes on and he laid down
Outside the clouds were swiftly gathering
He drained his cup and his stirred the mixture
And he closed his eyes as his conscience whispered

Just another wandering soul
Adrift among the stars
Just another human heart
Led, led away

Misgivings unspoken he joined his companions
His face covered over in a mansion high
Outside the children gazed in wonder
At the quickening sky then slowly disbanded

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
Felled by his hand of the mind of another man
Who makes the decisions
Lends no provisions for mere eternal rides
Learning of course every alien force

Even Christ yearns to be
To possess the skin
And bone the blood of man
Who tends the flock who breaks the bread
Who makes his own choices
Won't listen to voices
Accept no false teachers
False preachers, good deeders
With their hands out stretched
To be filled with your money
Your mind, your heart, your imagination
Sympathy, empathy
Acknowledge all man as fellow creation
But don't follow him
Don't be led away

Gung Ho

Fecha: 21 de marzo de 2000


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Estudios de grabación: Sear Sound, en Nueva York


Duración: 64:31


Sello: Arista Records


Productor: Gil Norton


El final de siglo supuso para Patti una nueva tragedia, ya que falleció su padre. Con esta amargura publicaría su siguiente album, el 21 de marzo de 2000, en los estudios Sear Sound deNueva York, con el sello discográfico Arista. La producción corrió a cargo en esta ocasión de Gil Norton. De nuevo se juntaron Patti Smith como vocalista, guitarra y fotógrafa, Lenny Kaye a la guitarra, Jay Dee Daugherty al teclado, Oliver Ray con la guitarra y Tony Shanahan con el bajo. En el disco se suceden un total de trece temas, en los que los sentimientos de tristeza y dolor comparten espacio con otros temas más ligeros.


El álbum tuvo una buena acogida y fue incluido por la revista Rolling Stone’s entre los 50 mejores álbumes del 2000. Además fue premiada en 2001 al Gramy como mejor Vocalista femenina de rock.


El título elegido para el álbum, Gung Ho, hace referencia a una palabra china que significa trabajar juntos. Además y por primera vez, la portada del disco no es una fotografía de Patti Smith, sino de un hombre vestido de militar, en tonos sepias. Sin embargo, ese hombre no es un ser anónimo, sino que se trata de Grant Smith, el padre de Patti, en una fotografía tomada en 1942 cuando era portaestandarte en la Segunda Guerra Mundial.


En el interior del álbum aparecen fotos en color de la propia Patti, sentada delante de una bandera de los Estados Unidos, fotos del grupo del fotógrafo Steven Sebring, y de Patti fotografiando en el museo de Ho Chi Minh en Saigón.


Temas:



  1. One Voice

  2. Lo and Beholden

  3. Boy Cried Wolf

  4. Persuasion

  5. Gone Pie

  6. China Bird

  7. Glitter in Their Eyes

  8. Strange Messengers

  9. Grateful

  10. Upright Come

  11. New Party

  12. Libbie's Song

  13. Gung Ho

 

Persuasion

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

One Voice

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

Lo and Beholden

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

Boy Cried Wolf

Oh the story's told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest
Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves

Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf

In the ancient mold they're dancing down
Calling to the moon but it don't answer
And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the sacramental blood

Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf

I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything
They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself

Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown

Lost received retrieved
The human tide

Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence

Gone Pie

Hey there
Come and take a walk with me
Stroll into infinity
We'll stroll along
Until the dawn is gone
Midnight take it to the twilight
Just a little slice of light
Let's turn it off and on off and on

Strolling ain't it wonderful
Into a light that lingers
On and on, on and on

Strolling ain't it wonderful
Stars fall for we two
Bathed in a light of our own

Oh life
Much too great to sacrifice
Come and have another slice
Ah life goes on and on
Oh life
May you live a long life
May you live a long life
May you live a long life

China Bird

One fine day these words I pray
Will breathe a truth
Within yourself upon a shelf
A life anew
So many roads
It's hard to know what to do
All your dreams
All it seems
Is as you choose
For destiny my china bird
Is calling for you

The world turns
The flame burns
Bright and true
Near and far
Where you are
Guiding you china bird
The open skies
Are yearning for you

If they say it's not that way
Hold your view
With my love fly above
A light anew
Oh spread your wings
The open sky
Is calling to you china bird
My heart is yearning for you

If you fly away
I'll be waiting come what may
All my love a fragile ray
For you for you

Glitter in Their Eyes

It's been a while since I've seen your face
It's been a while since I've walked this place
I see the monkeys riding on their bikes
Racing through the impossible night

You say you're feeling like a new tree
Man they'll cut you from limb to limb
Pick your pocket with such delight
Shake it to the right
Shake it in the light

Oh can't you see the glitter
The glitter in their eyes
Oh can't you see the glitter
The glitter in their eyes

Genius stalking in new shoes
Have you got WTO blues
Dust of diamonds
Making you sneeze
Kids on rollers ready for
Running through the junkyards
Breezing through the halls
Racing through the malls
Walking through the walls
They'll strip your mind
Just for fun
Quoth the raven
Yum yum yum

Children children everywhere
Selling souls for souvenirs
They've been sold out like as not
Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat

They'll trade you up
Trade you down
Your body a commodity
Our sacred stage
Has been defaced
Replaced to grace
The marketplace
Dow is jonesing at the bit
42nd Disney Street
Ragged hearts unraveling
Look out kids
The gleam the gleam
All that glitters
Is not all that glitters
Is not all that glitters

Strange Messengers

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 sister
We will be heard we will be heard

Grateful

Ours is just another skin
That simply slips away
You can rise above it
It will shed easily

It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common wire
One silver thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead

Like a ship in a bottle
Held up to the sun
Sails ain't going nowhere
You can count every one
Until it crashes unto the earth
And simply slips away
You can hide in the open
Or just disappear

Ours is just a craving
And a twist of the wrist
Will undo the stopper
With abrupt tenderness
Die little sparrow
And awake
Singing

It all will come out fine
I've learned it line by line
One common wire
One silver thread
All that you desire
Rolls on ahead

Upright Come

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

New Party

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

Libbie's Song

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

I would not be alone

Gung Ho

On a field of red one gold star
Raised above his head
Raised above his head
He was not like any other
He was just like any other
And the song they bled
Was a hymn to him

Awake my little one
The seed of revolution
Sewn in the sleeve
Of cloth humbly worn
Where others are adorned

Above the northern plain
The great birds fly
With great wings
Over the paddy fields
And the people kneel
And the men they toil
Yet not for their own
And the children are hungry
And the wheel groans

There before a grass hut
A young boy stood
His mother lay dead
His sisters cried for bread
And within his young heart
The seed of revolution sewn
In cloth humbly worn
While others are adorned

And he grew into a man
Not like any other
Just like any other
One small man
A beard the color of rice
A face the color of tea
Who shared the misery
Of other men in chains
With shackles on his feet
Escaped the guillotine

Who fought against
Colonialism imperialism
Who remained awake
While others slept
Who penned like Jefferson
Let independence ring
And the cart of justice turns
Slow and bitterly
And the people were crying
Plant that seed that seed
And they crawled on their bellies
Beneath the giant beast
And filled the carts with bodies
Where once had been their crops

And the great birds swarm
Spread their wings overhead
And his mother dead
And the typhoons and the rain
The jungles in flames
And the orange sun
None could be more beautiful
Than Vietnam
Nothing was more beautiful
Than Vietnam

And his heart stopped beating
And the wheel kept turning
And the words he bled
Were a hymn to them
I have served the whole people
I have served my whole country
And as I leave this world
May you suffer union
And my great affection
Limitless as sky
Filled with golden stars

The question is raised
Raised above his head
Was he of his word
Was he a good man
For his image fills the southern heart
With none but bitterness

And the people keep crying
And the men keep dying
And it's so beautiful
So beautiful
Give me one more turn
Give me one more turn
One more turn of the wheel

One more revolution
One more turn of the wheel

Land (1975-2002)


 


Fecha: 2002


Género: Rock


Duración: 63:36


Sello: Arista Records


 


En el 2002 se publica su siguiente trabajo, esta vez recopilatorio. La edición del disco fue producida por el sello discográfico Arista Record. El álbum contiene ademas de una selección de sus mejores temas, comentarios de la obra por parte de la escritora y crítica literaria Susan Sontag. Un dato curioso fue cómo se realizó la selección de las canciones que se incluirían en el álbum. Se decidió hacer una consulta a los fans del grupo, y mediante correos electrónicos y encuestas en internet se eligieron los diecisiete mejores temas del grupo. Además en el disco se incluyeron trece temas que no habían sido publicados hasta ese momento.


En el disco aparecen varias fotografías que recuerdan a los fallecidos Richard Sohl, y a su hermano Todd Pollard Smith. 


Temas:



  1. Dancing Barefoot

  2. Babelogue

  3. Rock 'N' Roll Nigger

  4. Gloria

  5. Pissing In A River

  6. Free Money

  7. People Have The Power

  8. Because The Night

  9. Frederick

  10. Summer Cannibals

  11. Ghost Dance

  12. Ain't It Strange

  13. 1959

  14. Beneath The Southern Cross

  15. Glitter in their eyes

  16. Paths That Cross

  17. When Doves Cry


  1. Piss Factory

  2. Redondo Beach

  3. Distant Fingers

  4. 25th Floor

  5. Come Back Little Sheba

  6. Wander I Go

  7. Dead City

  8. Spell

  9. Wing

  10. Boy Cried Wolf

  11. Birdland

  12. Higher Learning

  13. Notes To The Future

Dancing Barefoot

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 heroin/e

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...

[chorus]

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...

[chorus]

(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 afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.

(oh god I fell for you ...)

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. (Repeat)

Gloria

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.

Pissing in a River

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.

Free money

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.

People Have The Power

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...

Because The Night

take me now baby here as I am
pull me close, try and understand
desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
love is a banquet on which we feed

come on now try and understand
the way I feel when I'm in your hands
take my hand come undercover
they can't hurt you now,
can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
because the night belongs to lovers
because the night belongs to lust
because the night belongs to lovers
because the night belongs to us

have I doubt when I'm alone
love is a ring, the telephone
love is an angel disguised as lust
here in our bed until the morning comes
come on now try and understand
the way I feel under your command
take my hand as the sun descends
they can't touch you now,
can't touch you now, can't touch you now
because the night belongs to lovers ...

with love we sleep
with doubt the vicious circle
turn and burns
without you I cannot live
forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
so touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
because the night belongs to lovers ...

because tonight there are two lovers
if we believe in the night we trust
because tonight there are two lovers ...

Frederick

The burns and the flames
Hi hello wake from thy sleep
God has given your soul to keep
All of the power that burns in the flame
Ignites the light in a single name

Frederick name of care
Fast asleep in a room somewhere
Guardian angels lay(line?) A bed
Shed their(your?) Light on the 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
Cover my spirit are you ready let's go

Hi hi hey hey
Maybe I will come back someday now
But tonight on the wings of a dove
Up above to the land of love

Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Kiss to kiss breath to breath
My soul surrenders astonished to death

Night of wonder for us to keep
Set our sails shattered and deep
After the rapture two hearts meet
Mind(mine?) Entwined in a single beat

Frederick you're the one
As we journey from sun to sun
All the dreams I waited (awaited?) 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...

Summer Cannibals

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
ummm 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

Ghost Dance

We shall live again, we shall live.

What is it children that falls from the sky ?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye.
Mannah from Heaven from the most high,
Food from the father, tayi, taye aye.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Peace to your brother, give and take peace,
Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave up the Earth, one turn around.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Stretch out your arms now tip and swing,
Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi.
Threw out your shoe over the soil,
Dust off the words that shaped from the tale.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, ghost of your host,
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again.

What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this wisdom, eyes of God,
That makes me feel just what I need.
You used to fly me the way to speed.

What is it, Father, holy that night ?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right ?
What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ?
What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ?
What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ?
What is it, Father, that brings me down
What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like.
What is it, Father, I just ride into space
What is it, Father, I can tell you one night
What is it, Father, I can tell what I like
What is it, Father, are you into shape
What is it, Father, are you calling today
What is it, Father ... [ ]

Ain't It Strange

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

1959

Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity.
The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings,
in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above.
Desolation angels
Served it up with Love.
Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light,
then moved by bold design,
slid in that thing and it grew wings,
in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

It was Blood, shining in the Sun;
First: Freedom!
Speeding the american claim:
Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom!

China was the tempest; [And] Madness overflowed.
[The] Lama was a young man,
and [he] watched his world in flames.
Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds;
It was a cryin'[g] shame.
Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star.
Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La.
But in the land of the Impala, honey, well,
we were lookin' Fine,
'cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times;
In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959.
It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.
[In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.

Beneath the Southern Cross

Oh
to be
not anyone
gone
this maze
of being
skin
oh
to cry
not any cry
so mournful that
the dove
just laughs
the
steadfast
gasps

oh
to owe
not anyone
nothing
to be
not here
but here
forsaking
equatorial bliss
who walked
through
the callow mist
dressed in scraps
who walked
the curve of
the world
whose bone
scraped
whose flesh
unfurled
who grieves not
anyone gone
to greet lame
the inspired sky
amazed to stumble
where gods
get lost
beneath
the
southern
cross

Glitter in Their Eyes

It's been a while since I've seen your face
It's been a while since I've walked this place
I see the monkeys riding on their bikes
Racing through the impossible night

You say you're feeling like a new tree
Man they'll cut you from limb to limb
Pick your pocket with such delight
Shake it to the right
Shake it in the light

Oh can't you see the glitter
The glitter in their eyes
Oh can't you see the glitter
The glitter in their eyes

Genius stalking in new shoes
Have you got WTO blues
Dust of diamonds
Making you sneeze
Kids on rollers ready for
Running through the junkyards
Breezing through the halls
Racing through the malls
Walking through the walls
They'll strip your mind
Just for fun
Quoth the raven
Yum yum yum

Children children everywhere
Selling souls for souvenirs
They've been sold out like as not
Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat

They'll trade you up
Trade you down
Your body a commodity
Our sacred stage
Has been defaced
Replaced to grace
The marketplace
Dow is jonesing at the bit
42nd Disney Street
Ragged hearts unraveling
Look out kids
The gleam the gleam
All that glitters
Is not all that glitters
Is not all that glitters

Paths That Cross

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

When Doves Cry

Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Come on darling
Can you picture this?

Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that’s so cold ?
Maybe I’m just too demanding
Maybe I’m just like my father too bold
Maybe you’re just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Touch if you will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You’ve got the butterflies all tied up
Don’t make me chase you
Even doves have pride

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe I’m just too demanding
Maybe I’m just like my father too bold
Maybe I'm just like my mother
She’s never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that’s so cold? (a world that’s so cold)
Maybe I’m just too demanding (maybe, maybe I’m like my father)
Maybe I’m just like my father too bold (ya know he’s 2 bold)
Maybe I'm just like my mother (maybe you’re just like my mother)
She’s never satisfied (she’s never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (why do we scream at each other)
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

When doves cry (doves cry, doves cry, doves cry
Don’t cry
Darling don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t don’t cry

Piss Factory

Sixteen and time to pay off
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
But it's a paycheck, Jack.
It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara
You could faint in the heat
But these bitches are just too lame to understand
Too goddamned grateful to get this job
To know they're getting screwed up the ass
All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
And the way they suck hot sausage
But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither
I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
I figured I was speedo motorcycle
I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough

But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]
You gotta find the rhythm within
Floor boss slides up to me and he says
"Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,
You screwin' up the quota,
You doin' your piece work too fast,
Now you get off your mustang sally
You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."
I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say
"Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
There's always more labor after."
She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says
"There's one reason. There's one reason.
You do it my way or I push your face in.
We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,
If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout"
Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing
"I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons
And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ...
But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window,
Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent
All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
Down there not having crystal smooth
Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor
They look pretty damn free down there,
And the way they smell, the way they smell
And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat
I would rather smell the way boys smell--
Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
That odor rising roses and ammonia
And way their dicks droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me against the wheel
Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane
In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--
Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees
But I will never faint, I will never faint
They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
Every afternoon like the last one
Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
And yeah we look the same
Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'
But you know she got nothin' to hide
And I got something to hide here called desire
I got something to hide here called desire
And I will get out of here--
You know the fiery potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothin' to hide here save desire
And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,
I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,
Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory
And I will travel light.
Oh, watch me now.

Redondo beach

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.

25th Floor

We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.

stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be.
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order.
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man.
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.

all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)

in background:
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a [ ] ...)

Distant Fingers

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 [ ]

Come Back Little Sheba

Come back little Sheba
I hear them calling
Open your ears
Awake from thy sleep
High above
The stars are falling
Open your arms
And you shall receive

The lights of the city
So bold and flashing
All of its riches
Imparted to thee
Robes of saffron
Robes of standing
A road of crimson
Spread at your feet

Your robes of standing
Your robes of saffron
Your road of crimson
All pleasing to me
But close your lights
Close your gates
I must arise
My flock awaits

Farewell little Sheba
I hear them a'calling
Here is your staff
Tend to thy sheep
Good wishes be with you
If that be your calling
Farewell little Sheba
Arise and take leave

Dead City

This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be free
Seven screaming horses
Melt down in the sun
Building scenes on empty dreams
And smoking them one by one

This dead city longs to be
This dead city longs to be living
Is it any wonder there's squalor in the sun
With their broken schemes and their lotteries
They never get nowhere

Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun
God's parasites in abandoned sites
and they never have much fun

If I was a blind man
Would you see for me
Or would you confuse
The nature of my blues
And refuse a hand to me

Is it any wonder crying in the sun
Is it any wonder I'm crying in the sun
Well I built my dreams on your empty scenes
Now I'm burning them one by one

This damn city this dead city
Immortal city
Motor city
Suc-cess city
Longs to be
Longs to be
Free
Free
Free

Spell

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!

Wing

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

Boy Cried Wolf

Oh the story's told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest
Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves

Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf

In the ancient mold they're dancing down
Calling to the moon but it don't answer
And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the sacramental blood

Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf

I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything
They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself

Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown

Lost received retrieved
The human tide

Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence

Birdland

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 leave 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.

Notes To The Future

Listen my children and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps
The sound of your hereafter
Memory awaits and turns to greet you
Draping its banner across your wrists
Wake up arms
Delicate feet
For as one to march the streets

Each alone, each part of another
Your steps shall ring
Shall raise the cloud
And they that will hear will hear
Will hear voice of the one
And the one and the one
As it has never been uttered before

For something greater yet to come
Then the hour of the prophets
And their great cities

For the people of Ninevah
Fell to their knees
Heeding the cry of Jonah
United
Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes
And called to their god

And all their hearts were as one heart.
And all their voices were as one voice.

God heard them and his mind was moved.

Yet something greater will come to pass.
And who will call?
And what will they call?
Will they call to God?
The air?
The fowl?

It will not matter, if the call is true.
They shall call and this is known.
One voice and each another
Shall enter the dead, the living flower,
Enter forms that we know not.
To be felt by sea,
By air,
By earth
And shall be an elemental pledge.

This is our birthright.
This is our charge.
And we have given over to others.
And they have
not
done
well

And the forests mourn.
The leaves fall.

Swaddling babes watch and wonder
As the fathers of our spirit nations
Dance in the street in celebration
As the mountains turn pale from
Their nuclear hand
And they have
not
done
well

Now my children
You must overturn the tables
Deliver the future from material rule
For only one rule should be considered

The eleventh commandment
To love one another
And this is our covenant across your wrist

This offering is yours
To adorn, adore
To bury
To burn
Upon a mound

To hail
To set away

It is merely a cloth,
Merely our colors,
Invested with the blood of the people
All their hopes and dreams.

Our flag
It has its excellence
Yet it is nothing
It shall not be a tyranny above us

Nor should god
Nor love
Nor nature

Yet we hold as our pleasure this tender honor
That we acknowledge the individual
And the common ground formed

And if our cloth be raised and lowered
Half mast
What does it tell us?

That an individual has passed
Is saluted
And mourned by his countrymen.

This ritual extends to us all.
For we are all the individual.

No unknown.
No insignificant one
Nor insignificant labor
Nor insignificant act of charity

Each has a story to be told and retold
Which shall be a glowing thread
In the fabric of Man

And the children shall march
And bring the colors forward
Investing within them

The redeeming blood
Of their revolutionary hearts.

Trampin

Fecha: Abril 2004


Grabación: Loho Studios, 2003


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 63:36


Sello: Columbia


Productor: Patti Smith


Su siguiente trabajo discográfico se hizo esperar y no fue hasta el 27 de abril de 2004 cuando sale a la luz Trampin.


El álbum fue grabado en el Loho Studios de Nueva York, y fue el primero con el sello Columbia Records. El éxito acompañó al grupo, y fue incluido por la prestigiosa revista Rolling Stones en la lista de los 50 mejores álbumes del 2004. El disco fue producido por la Propia Patti Smith y su grupo.


La fotografía de la carátula fue realizada por Melodie McDaniel, una fotografía en blanco y negro, en la que Patti Smith aparece sentada y descalza en una especie de jardín, en una actitud triste y pensativa al mismo tiempo. El CD incluye también varias fotografías tomadas por la propia Patti, de una flor y de una bandera con el símbolo de la paz.


En este nuevo disco contiene canciones de protesta, himnos de esperanza, cantos a la diversión e incluso algún tema de gospel.


Temas:



  1. Jubilee

  2. Mother Rose

  3. Stride of the Mind

  4. Cartwheels

  5. Gandhi

  6. Trespasses

  7. My Blakean Year

  8. Cash

  9. Peaceable Kingdom

  10. Radio Baghdad

  11. Trampin

 

Jubilee

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

Mother Rose

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

 

Stride of the Mind

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

Simon of the desert blew into town On 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 ready made world
Said 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 On the 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...

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
Take it in stride

Cartwheels

Come my one, look at the world Bird beast butterfly
Girls sing notes of heaven Birds lift them up to the sky

Spring is departing Spring is departing

Her thoughts are darting like a rabbit Like a rabbit 'cross the moon
Shines of light over your hair As boys croon

Pretty in pink It makes me wonder
What could ever bring you down I see tears falling
From those eyes of brown

Hearing a voice, you turn your head You vanish into the mist
Of your thoughts And I
Want to grasp What brings you down
Open up those eyes of brown

The world is changing Your heart is growing

Hearing a voice you turn your head Girls turn by ones, by twos
Notes pour bad and tender Eradicate your blues

The good world The good world
Come my one, look around you Bird, beast, butterfly
Girls sing notes from heaven Birds lift them up to the sky

I see brown eyes That see girls turning
Girls turning Cartwheels

The good world The good whirl
The good world The good whirl

Come my one, look at your world Don't let it bring you down
Come on open for me Those eyes of brown

I see girls turning Cartwheels
Cartwheels Cartwheels…

Gandhi

I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing A sacred garden
And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy
And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi
And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi

When he was a boy He was afraid of the dark
His mother would fast And pray at his feet
And the lamp burned as he slept Slept as he dreamed
He was dreaming of his sisters Dressed in white muslin
Dressed in white muslin Dancing in a ring
He was afraid of the dark And the lamp burned
And his mother fasted And prayed as he slept
Dreaming of blossoms They were burning his throat
He had eaten flowers Fell burning
Flowers fell burning From the young girls' hair
He was whispering Into his god's ear
Let the children be so Let the children be so
And the lamplight flickered flickered And his mother withered like Job
And he lay there dreaming And the blossoms fell
And Tilak's trumpet Proceeded to call
And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy
And the people cried Gandhi Gandhi...

I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon
I was trespassing The sacred garden
And the blossoms fell Well, they dropped like candy
And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi

Hey little man Awake from your slumber
Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers

He was frail and shy And the cast of his mind
Was mercurial Was mercurial
As the sacred verbs Scrawled
In the dust On the floor
On the floor Long live revolution
And the spinning wheel And a handful of salt
And a handful of salt The untouchables
Dropped like candy They called to him
Gandhi Gandhi The children of god
With hands full of candy They called to him
Gandhi Gandhi Feel our woes
Man of the giving Rejoin the living
Rejoin the living Awake from the net
Where you've been sleeping And their climbing climbing
The flowing hair And the golden flowers
Of the young girls Well they dropped all around
They dropped like candy And people cried
Gandhi Gandhi Awake little man
Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers
Get 'em with the numbers

One Two Three Four hundred
Thousand million people
People People...

Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber
Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers
Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution
And the spinning wheel Awake awake
Is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake
Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers
Get 'em with the numbers

I had a dream Mr. King
If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing
The sacred garden And the blossoms fell
Dropped like candy And nature called
Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi

Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber
And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers

Trespasses

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

 

My Blakean Year

In my Blakean year I was so disposed
Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole

Fortune breathed 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
The 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 but 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 pilgrim's 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

Cash

Here we go around again Curve of life spiraling
Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown
And the miracle of time When will that time just end
Remember, you decide Take that vow
Grab that ring It's not a whim
Not a whim When you be cashing in

Try to turn your life around And all the things you do resound
And then you can't loose control Say your time has come and then
Hard to pinpoint find the seam Where that one time ends
Where that time begins Remember, you decide
Take that vow Take a stand
Grab that ring It's not a whim
It's not a whim It's only time
That you're cashing in

In the white noise of desire We can't hear a single thing
Floating round the fragile bough Afflictions of the human soul
Its beauty immaterial

You decide Stand along
The fallen ones Take revenge
Defeated sons Rend that coat
From seam to seam It's only time
It's only time That you spend
You spend It's only time
You spend Its only time
You spend It's only life
That you're cashing in

Peaceable Kingdom

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

Radio Baghdad

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 BaghdadCity of scholars
Empirical humble Center of the world
City in ashesCity 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 Sinbad, 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
ScienceCity 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 t.v. 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

Trampin

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...

 

Twelve

Fecha: Abril 2007


Género: Rock (Protopunk)


Duración: 63:36


Sello: Columbia / Sony BMG Music Entertainment


Productor: Patti Smith, Shanahan & Daugherty


 


Su trabajo más reciente hasta el momento es Twelve, publicado el 17 abril de 2007, publicado bajo el sello Columbia Records y producido por la propia Patti Smith, por Kaye, Shanahan y Daugherty.


Con este nuevo trabajo Patti Smith hace versiones de sus recuerdos musicales favoritos. Twelve es un tributo a sus maestros, entre otros Bob Dylan, Jefferson Airplane y Jimmy Hendrix.


La portada del disco no es una foto de Patti Smith, al igual que en su anterior trabajo, donde eligió una foto de su padre, en esta ocasión la imagen escogida es la de una pandereta. La fotografía corre a cargo de Steven Sebring, tanto de la portada como de las fotos interiores, en las que aparece Patti con abrigo agarrando un ramo de flores azules, y la foto del grupo con diferentes instrumentos musicales.


Temas:



  1. Are You Experienced?

  2. Everybody Wants to Rule the World

  3. Helpless

  4. Gimme Shelter

  5. Within You Without You

  6. White Rabbit

  7. Changing of the Guards

  8. The Boy in the Bubble

  9. Soul Kitchen

  10. Smells Like Teen Spirit

  11. Midnight Rider

  12. Pastime Paradise

 


 

Are You Experienced?

If you can just get your mind together
then come across to me
We'll hold hands an' then we'll watch the sun rise
from the bottom of the sea
But first

Are You Experienced?
Ah! Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

I know, I know
you'll probably scream n' cry
That your little world won't let go
But who in your measly little world are trying to prove that
You're made out of gold and -a can't be sold

So-er, Are You Experienced?
Ah! Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

Ah, let me prove it to you
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
if you just take hold of my hand

Ah! But Are You Experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

 

 

Helpless

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.

Gimme Shelter

Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin'
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost your way
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
The floods is threat'ning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away
Kiss away, kiss away

Within You Without You

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

White Rabbit

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 the 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"

Changing of the Guards

Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

The Boy in the Bubble

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
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 was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And 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
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 and baby
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
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

Soul Kitchen

Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
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
Yay!

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, how low?
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
Yay!

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low?
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

A denial !!

Smells Like Teen Spirit

We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly.

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there.

stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be.
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order.
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man.
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold.

all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate.
positive (anarchy must exist.)

in background:
(i feel it swirling around me
i feel it feeling no pain
i'm waiting above for you baby
i know that I'll see you up there
i'm floating in a door backward
on boundaries over this world
i'm waiting above in the sky, dear
upon a [ ] ...)

Midnight Rider

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 them 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 them 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,

Repeat three times and fade
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no
Not gonna let them catch the midnight rider.

Pastime Paradise

They've been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
They've been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
They've been wasting most their lives
Glorifying days long gone behind
They've been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell me 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

They've been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
They've been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
They've been looking in their minds
For the day that sorrow's gone from time
They keep telling of the day
When the Savior of love will come to stay
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me

Proclamation of Race Relations
Consolation
Integration
Verification of Revelations
Acclamation
World Salvation
Vibrations
Simulation
Confirmation.......to the peace of the world

They've been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
They've been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
They've been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
They've been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
We've been spending too much of our lives
Living in a pastime paradise

Let's start living our lives
Living for the future paradise
Praise to our lives
Living for the future paradise
Shame to anyones lives
Living in a pastime paradise

Banga

Fecha: 5 de junio de 2012


Género: Rock


Duración: 58:34


Sello: Columbia


Productor: Patti Smith, Tony Shanahan, Jay Dee Daugherty, Lenny Kaye


 


Banga es el décimo álbum de estudio de Patti Smith. Grabado en los Electric Lady Studios en Nueva York, bajo producción propia y su banda con Tony Shanahan, Jay Dee Daugherty y Lenny Kaye. Como invitados el televisivo Tom Verlaine, Jack Petruzzelli, y los hijos de la cantautora: Jackson y Jesse Paris.


Temas:


1.Amerigo
2.Fuji-san
3.April Fool
4.This is the Girl
5.Banga
6.Maria
7.Tarkovsky (The Second Stop is Jupiter)
8.Mosaic
9.Nine
10.Seneca
11.Constantine's Dream
12.After the Gold Rush


 


 

Obra plástica

La faceta de Patti Smith como artista plástica es quizás es menos conocida que sus trabajos poéticos y musicales. Sin embargo, todas ellas, poesía, música, dibujos y fotografías, se han interrelacionado y se han desarrollado de manera paralela a lo largo de toda su carrera.

La primera vocación creativa de Patti Smith fue la artística. Siendo adolescente conoció el arte de diferentes épocas en sus visitas al Museo de Filadelfia. La falta de dinero hizo que no le fuera posible matricularse en la Facultad de Bellas Artes, sin embargo esto no la detuvo, y se apuntó en una escuela que formaba a profesores de historia del arte. Patti descubrirá gracias a una de sus profesoras, la obra de Amedeo Modigliani, y a partir de entonces se sentirá totalmente identificada con las mujeres que este artista pintaba, figuras con rostros alargados, delgados y pálidos. Comprendió que la belleza podía entenderse desde muy diferentes puntos de vista.

Su llegada a Nueva York fue en la primavera de 1967, Patti quería dejar atrás su vida en New Jersey y tenía la ilusión romántica de convertirse en la amante trágica de algún artista bohemio.

La estancia en Nueva York no fue fácil, en un primer momento se dirigió al apartamento de un amigo, sin embargo, éste había cambiado de dirección, y la casualidad hizo que fuera Robert Mapplethorpe quien le abriese la puerta. Durante sus primeros días en Nueva York no tenía trabajo, ni lugar para vivir. Patti encontró empleo en una librería de la Quinta Avenida, pero todavía no tenía una habitación.

Un tiempo después Patti se encontró de nuevo con Robert Mapplethorpe. Ambos conectaron inmediatamente, y éste le invitó a vivir con él en su piso. Mapplethorpe y Patti hablaban en numerosas ocasiones sobre arte, y fue él quién la convenció para que se dedicara más seriamente a dibujar y crear. A partir de entonces comenzó a dibujar a lápiz en un cuaderno del que no se separaba.

 

Sus primeros años en Nueva York no supusieron un cambio importante en su obra, aunque si le ayudó para ampliar su relación con el mundo artístico de la ciudad. Patti comenzó a hacer dibujos a lápiz, y su idea romántica de ser amante de un artista, se transformó en la necesidad de ser una artista reconocida. Una de sus primeras exposiciones públicas fue la organizada por Andreas Brown, propietario de la librería Gotham Book Mart de Nueva York. Allí exhibió parte de los dibujos que Patti había creado. Será en 1978 cuando realice su primera exposición en la Robert Miller Gallery junto con su amigo el fotógrafo Robert Mapplethorpe.

El dibujo será la base de su trabajo artístico, unos dibujos muy expresivos, esquemáticos, incluso con presencia, en muchos de ellos, de escritura caligráfica, todo ello cargado de gran espiritualidad.

En sus primeros trabajos era frecuente que Patti se inspirara en sus pintores favoritos como Willem De Kooning [+], Pablo Picasso [+]  o Odilon Redon. Así su trabajo After de Kooning (1968) revela la influencia del expresionismo abstracto americano. En otros dibujos de los años setenta, serán frecuentes los homenajes a amigos como Robert Mapplethorpe o a poetas como Rimbaud.

A finales de los setenta Patti Smith comienza a introducir en sus dibujos palabras. El texto se expande y se convierte más en imagen que en palabra, como en su trabajo Peace and noise o en orchid.

Otros dos elementos que estarán presentes en su trabajo posterior serán el sexo y la religión. La relación de Patti con la religión no fue nunca muy clara, así en unas entrevistas declaraba que su padre era ateo y su madre profundamente católica, mientras que en otras afirmaba que sus padres eran testigos de Jehová. Ella misma se declaraba cristiana, católica y testigo de Jehová; y gracias a ello conseguía acercarse a un mayor número de gente.

Así como en su disco Horses se desentendió en parte de la religión más tradicional con su mítica frase: “Jesús murió por lo pecados de alguien, pero no por los míos”, también en su faceta artística quedó claro este desafío. Patti dibujará figuras religiosas, como la de Jesús o la de la Virgen María con un aspecto muy diferente al que la iconografía clásica suele mostrarlos. Esta actitud desafiante ante la religión irá evolucionando a lo largo de los años, sobre todo, a partir del accidente que sufrió en 1978, y que la hizo estar más de un año de rehabilitación. El cambio será notable, tanto en el plano musical y poético, como en el artístico. Sus trabajos mostrarán mayor serenidad, la relación con la religión será más llevadera, y se tornará hacia una espiritualidad individual al margen de la religión oficial.

La presencia de la religión ha perdurado en algunos de sus últimos trabajos, realizados después de los atentados del 11-S en Nueva York, donde se puede apreciar como los aviones están formados por palabras que habían sido tomadas de textos de diferentes religiones.

Además de sus dibujos y pinturas, Patti estuvo interesada desde muy pequeña en el mundo de la fotografía, sin embargo y no será hasta su encuentro con el fotógrafo y amigo Robert Mapplethorpe, a finales de los sesenta, cuando empezó a colaborar con él, como modelo, como amiga y realizando sus propias fotografías.

Será a partir de 1994, y como consecuencia del fallecimiento de su marido, cuando Patti comience a realizar fotos con una land 250 polaroid, una sencilla máquina que no permitía hacer ajustes técnicos. En esos momentos de dolor fue una vía de escape para la artista. La música, la poesía o el dibujo eran para ella procesos largos y complicados, mucho más que tomar una foto. En cambio la Polaroid no le reclamaba un gran esfuerzo, era una forma de crear rápida que no le suponía mucha atención y tiempo.

Ella misma no se considera fotógrafa, sólo le gusta hacer fotos de objetos que tienen algún significado para ella. Así podemos encontrarnos con fotos de objetos de sus escritores favoritos como Rimbaud, la cama donde durmió Virginia Wolf o la tumba de Yeats, u objetos de sus amigos como las zapatillas de Mapplethorpe.

Aunque la mayoría de las fotografías de Patti no incluyen personas, hay algunas pequeñas excepciones. Su familia, sus hijos, su hermana, sus amigos o su marido son objetivo de su cámara.

Su fotografía, siempre en blanco y negro, es evocadora y tiene un cierto aire nostálgico.

Una de sus últimas exposiciones de fotografía ha sido la celebrada en la Fundación Cartier de París en junio de 2008. La muestra con más de doscientas instantáneas recogen momentos captados con su cámara en los diferentes viajes y giras realizados por el mundo.

Patti no se separa de su cámara, y es muy frecuente que en sus viajes, ya sean de trabajo o personales, se dedique a captar todas las imágenes de los sitios que visita. En su reciente visita a Vitoria-Gasteiz para preparar la exposición de ARTIUM la pudimos ver con su cámara en la mano, tomando fotos del museo, de la Catedral Vieja y de algunos rincones del Casco Viejo.

 

Exposiciones en ARTIUM

WRITTEN PORTRAIT
Del 4 de diciembre al 22 de febrero del 2009.

 

 

 

 

 

Recursos


Recursos en línea

Alsedo, Quico. “El ‘revival' de Wilco y Patti Smith, un tibio broche a un Primavera Sound de notable alto” [Recurso en línea]. El Mundo. (3 junio 2007). Dirección URL: <http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2007/06/03/cultura/1180860919.html> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web del periódico El Mundo que muestra información sobre la actuación de de Patti Smith y Wilco, en Barcelona.

Huey, Steve. “Patti Smith: biography” [Recurso en línea]. All music. Dirección URL: <http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=11:jpfixqtgld0e~T1> [Consulta: 13 de octubre del 2010].

*Página web en la que se muestra información en inglés sobre la biografía y trayectoria profesional de Patti Smith.

Patti Smith > net [Recurso en línea]. Dirección URL: <http://www.pattismith.net/> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página Web oficial de la cantante, artista y poetisa Patti Smith.

“Patti Smith recitará poesía en Vitoria” [Recurso en línea]. El Correo Digital. (15 noviembre 2008). Dirección URL: <http://www.elcorreodigital.com/alava/20081115/cultura/patti-smith-recitara-poesia-20081115.html> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Artículo en el que se anuncia el recital que ofreció la artista Patti Smith en ARTIUM, Vitoria-Gasteiz, el 6 de diciembre del 2008.

“Patti Smith. Ellas: cantantes famosas” [Recurso en línea]. Fotonostra. (27 junio 2008). Dirección URL: <http://www.fotonostra.com/albums/celebres/pattismith.htm> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web que recoge imágenes, junto con la biografía de artistas famosos, como es el caso de Patti Smith.

“Patti Smith” [Recurso en línea]. Audiokat. Dirección URL: <http://www.audiokat.com/artistas.asp?aid=00000516> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web en la que se muestra información sobre la biografía y discografía de la polifacética Patti Smith.

“Patti Smith” [Recurso en línea]. IndyRock. Dirección URL: <http://www.indyrock.es/patti.htm> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web en la que se muestra información sobre el evento realizado el 3 julio del 2008 en la Huerta de San Vicente, Granada. En la página se encuentra información gráfica y textual sobre el concierto que ofreció, se incluye también una entrevista transcrita y videos de su paso por Granada.

“Patti Smith” [Recurso en línea]. Rolling Stone. Dirección URL: <www.rollingstone.com/music/artists/patti-smith> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web que recoge detallada información sobre la biografía, trayectoria, discografía, vídeos, etc., de Patti Smith.

“Patti Smith” [Recurso en línea]. Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre. Dirección URL: <http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patti_Smith> [Consulta:28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web en la que se muestra información sobre la biografía y trayectoria profesional de la artista Patti Smith.

Portela, Lino. “Las visones de Patti Smith” [Recurso en línea]. El País. (8 noviembre 2008). Dirección URL: <http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/visiones/Patti/Smith/elpepucul/20080420elpepucul_1/Tes> [Consulta: 28 de mayo de 2013].

*Página web del periódico El País que muestra información sobre exposición celebrada en la Fundación Cartier de París, desde el 28 de marzo al 22 de junio del 2008.

 

Bibliografía

Bockris, Victor; Roberta Bayley. Patti Smith: an unauthorized biography. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1999.

Faulstich, Werner. Patti Smith, Land (1975): Beschreibung, Analyse, Deutung. Siegen: Forschungsschwerpunkt Massenmedien und Kommunikation an der Universität-Gesamthochschule-Siegen, 1982.

Johnstone, Nick. Patti Smith: a biography. London: Omnibus Press; New York: Music Sales Corporation, 1997.

Mapplethorpe, Robert; Patti Smith. Robert Mapplethorpe portraits, Patti Smith dessins. Paris: Baudoin Lebon, 1998.

Roach, Dusty. Patti Smith: rock & roll madonna. South Bend, Ind.: And Books, 1979.

Scherer, Wolfgang. Babbelogik: sound und die Auslöschung der buchstäblichen Ordnung. Basel: Stroemfeld; Frankfurt a. M.: Roter Stern, 1983.

Smith, Patti. Auguries of innocence. New York: Ecco, 2005.

Smith, Patti. Babel. New York: Putnam, 1978.

Smith, Patti. Early work, 1970-1979. New York: W.W. Norton, 1994.

Smith, Patti. Ha! Ha! Houdini! New York: Gotham Book Mart & Gallery, 1977.

Smith, Patti. Patti Smith complete: lyrics, reflections & notes for the future. New York: Doubleday, 1998.

Smith, Patti. Patti Smith complete, 1975-2006: lyrics, reflections & notes for the future. New York: Ecco, 2006.

Smith, Patti. Seventh heaven. Philadelphia, Pa.: Telegraph Books; Berkeley, Calif.: distributed by Bookpeople, 1972.

Smith, Patti. Strange messenger: the work of Patti Smith. Pittsburgh, Pa.: Andy Warhol Museum; New York: Distributed by D.A.P./Distributed Art, [2003?].

Smith, Patti. The coral sea. New York: W.W. Norton, 1996.

Smith, Patti. Witt. New York: Gotham Book Mart, 1973.

Smith, Patti; Tom VERLAINE. The night. London: Aloes Books, 1976.

Stefanko, Frank. Patti Smith, American artist. Foreword by Patti Smith. Introduction by Lenny Kaye. San Rafael, CA: Insight Editions, 2006.

Stipe, Michael. 2 x intro: on the road with Patti Smith. Boston: Little Brown, 1998.

 

Patti Smith en Artium - Galería fotográfica

Vídeos

Patti Smith en ARTIUM

Patti Smith recita 'People have the power' en Artium


Exposición de Patti Smith en ARTIUM: Anuncio de televisión


Patti Smith en Artium


Recital de Patti Smith en ARTIUM (I)


Recital de Patti Smith en ARTIUM (II)


Recital de Patti Smith en ARTIUM (III)


Patti Smith: Dream of Life Discussion


Kambiz Hosseini's Interview with Patti Smith


Videopoem Presents Patti Smith in support of Ralph Nader


Times Square Patti Smith


Intervista a Patti Smith


Patti Smith - Gone again interview


Patti Smith "You Light Up My Life" on "Kids Are People Too"


Patti Smith interview Rockpalast 1979


Patti Smith - Horses