Patti Smith : Misc

Bonus track from Dream of Life

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

Chiklets

Bonus track from Radio Ethiopia

Don't worry we'll find it Keep it really sexy and like dark in a really damp cave Last night last night I woke up from a dream Came face to face with my face facing a tombstone teeth Man called Chiklets came down through the ages The desperate beauty of a middle weight boxer Came beating the forcefield with the elegant grace of a... He was trying to get a perfect grip But there was no absolute grip He was a sailboat, a glass-bottom boat In the bottom of the boat he was coming down through the ages Seeing waxy molten hot liquor spillin' down The two spiny eye, over the village the spinal eye All of his victims find the eye, the tip It was living in his victim like a question mark He hovered over him What do you want from him? What do you want from him? What do you want from him?

Inaudible

What do you think about it? I think that there was an actual, um... I think there was an actual connection in the cave I just can't imagine, I just can't imagine The connection going down there I can't imagine any connection at all Was it like a, like a boxing ring with gold ropes Soft, very softest most desperate carrot Top, spinning And coming down through the ages Forty-one BC Give yourself a fadeout

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

Higher Learning

Little child lost - in the world Little boy - little girl Little child lost in the earth The seed drags you down Down deep into the earth Down deep Each time, each time we give Each time We add a word We add a breath We cast a note We slide a bead Upon the necklace of all human knowledge In the world Let it come down Let it come down Oh my, mother, father, sister, brother, children Let it come down In the heart, coming down The earth, underground, they're waiting

The Mermaid

Performed with Johnny Depp on the "Son Of Rogue's Gallery" album.

Do you remember me The ocean rolled Time was slow We felt an energy The cock was crowing The rum was flowing A mermaid burns to sea Beyond the sea And if I could Turn where you stood Would you feel me Would it be good Would you remember So turn the little key The ocean rolls Time is slow Turn the little key The cock is crowing The rum is flowing A mermaid burns to sea Beyond the sea I long to see I long to see If there's a page for me A page for me in your diary Do you remember me The ocean rolled Time was slow We felt an energy The cock was crowing The rum was flowing A mermaid burns to sea Beyond the sea I long to see I long to see If there's a page for me A page for me in your diary

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

Piss Factory

1974

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 schoolgirl 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, right 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 and 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' around With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning Oh, to me, 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 in-speed, the dogma, the in-speed 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 the in-speed, oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane In steel next to Dot Hook Oh we may look the same Shoulder to shoulder, sweatin', hundred and ten 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

Qana

Village is empty Not a human Nor a stone Village is empty In the village Children are gone And a mother rocks Herself to sleep Let it come down Let her weep And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes Some stay buried Others crawl free Baby didn't make it Screaming debris And a mother rocks Herself to sleep And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes Limp little bodies Caked in mud Small, small hands Found in the road Their talking about War aims What a phrase Bombs that fall American made The new Middle East The Rice woman squeaks And a mother rocks Herself to sleep And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes Little bodies Little bodies Tied head and feet Wrapped in plastic Laid out in the street The new Middle East The Rice woman squeaks And a mother rocks Herself to sleep Let it come down Let her weep And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes Water to wine Wine to blood Ah, Qana The miracle Is love The miracle Is love And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes And the dead lay in strange shapes