Patti Smith 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

Patti Smith 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.

Patti Smith 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 [X3]

Ask the angels if they’re startin’ to move

Comin’ in droves in from L.A.

Ask the angels if they’re starting to groove

Lightning as armor and it’s today

It’s wild wild wild wild

Wild wild wild wild [X3]

Patti Smith 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 . . .

Patti Smith April Fool

Come – be my April Fool

Come – you’re the only one

Come – on your rusted bike

Come – we’ll break all the rules

We’ll ride like writers ride

Neither rich nor broke

We’ll race through alleyways

In our tattered cloaks so

Come – be my April Fool

Come – we’ll break all the rules

We’ll burn all of our poems

Add to God’s debris

We’ll pray to all of our saints

Icons of mystery

We’ll tramp through the mire

When our souls feel dead

With laughter we’ll inspire

Then back to life again

Come – be my April Fool

Come – you’re the only one

Be my April Fool

You’re the only one

Come

Come – be my April Fool

Come

Come – we’ll break all the rules

Patti Smith 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

Patti Smith 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

Patti Smith 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 tranquility 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.

Patti Smith 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

Patti Smith 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.