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PATTI SMITH – 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

PATTI SMITH – 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”

PATTI SMITH – 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]

PATTI SMITH – 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…

PATTI SMITH – This Is The Girl

This is the Girl
For whom all tears fall
This is the Girl
Who was having a ball
Just a dark smear masking the eyes
Spirited away hurrying inside

This is the Girl
That crossed the bind
This is the song about smothering vine
Twisted as laurels to crown her head
Raised as a reef upon her bed

This is the Girl
This the blind that turned in wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard
So Much for cradling a smoldering bird

This is the Girl [x2]

This is the Girl
For whom all tears fall
This is the Girl
Who was having a ball
This is the Girl
For whom all tears have ahead
This is the Wine of the House it is said

This the blind that turned in wine
This is the wine of the house it is said
This is the Girl who Yearned to be heard
So Much for cradling a smoldering bird

This is the Girl [x3]

PATTI SMITH – The 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.”

PATTI SMITH – 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

PATTI SMITH – 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, every man is 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 bop)
Apocalypse
(Apocalypse)
Apocalypse

Holy the jazz bands, marijuana
Hipsters, peace and junk and dreams
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 and Seattle, holy Paris
Holy Tangiers, holy Moscow, holy Istanbul
Holy time in eternity, body, 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 hallucination

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

PATTI SMITH – 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

PATTI SMITH – Soul Kitchen

Well, the clock says it’s time to close now
I guess I’d better go now
I’d really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I’ll wander baby
Stumblin’ in the neon groves

Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I’ll wander baby
Stumblin’ in the neon groves

Well the clock says it’s time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night

PATTI SMITH – Smells Like Teen Spirit

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!!

PATTI SMITH – Seneca

Oh chariot of insect
Oh crown of wind
Two royal leopards run with him
On a golden lead of tapered vine
Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
Vine of a god running wild
Oh golden seed who made the winged child

Run, run my little one
Run out to sea
Run, run my little one
What do you seek?

The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife

Run my little one
Breathe a hymn
Breathe my little one
A hymn to him
To him

The master is calling, calling
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife

Run, run out to sea
Run my little one
What do you seek?

If you were his eyes
If you were his dreams
The whole of the sky could not contain you
So run, run, run out to sea
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn for him
For thee

PATTI SMITH – 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]

PATTI SMITH – 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.

PATTI SMITH – Radio Ethiopia / 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 [?]

PATTI SMITH – 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.

PATTI SMITH – 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

PATTI SMITH – 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

PATTI SMITH – Nine

Night a nine of diamonds
A woman lay and cries
At the sister of Mercy
On a Sabbath day
Night a nine of diamonds
As revealers commence
To shiver as she bore
In a babe, a radiance

Brave in constant motion
Wherein perfection brews
Darkness as his brother
Mischief as his moon
Summoning beneath
With his gypsy moves
Yearning as the foal
Shy and beautiful

Every card he drew
Had a different face
Lingering and lost
Unholy holy ghosts
I tend to play them all
He spoke with confidence
Another kind of strange
To shift in loneliness

He sought not for himself
The empire he would find
Save the golden womb
He enter in his mind

We will die a littler
The rogues whistling
Nine blue-eyed sailors
Tip their caps to him
As he passes through them
More vagabond than king
With diamonds on his sleeves
Like a harlequin

PATTI SMITH – Mosaic

Last night in Konya a voice carried me
To the pulpit of the arrow – did you hear it too?
The oracle was written on a silver leaf
Last night I read the words – did you read them too?

Aah…
Precious heart, precious seed, precious life conceived
In the ring of fire, in the sleep of peace
Nothing stops desire for the human beat

Last night was a rapture in the mosaic sky
Dropping shards of love, dropping shards of love

Aah…
Precious heart, precious seed, precious life conceived
In the ring of fire, in the sleep of peace
Nothing stops desire for the human beat

I hunger for the cooling flame, I hunger for the infinite game

Last night in Konya a voice carried me
To the pulpit of the arrow – did you hear it too?
The oracle was written on a silver leaf
Last night I read the words – did you read them too?

Devour me, yeah devour me

Oh Precious heart, oh precious seed, oh precious life conceived
In a ring of fire, in a sleep of peace
Nothing stops desire for the human beat – the human beat

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