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Patti Smith : Trampin'
2004

  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

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Oh glad day to celebrate 'neath the cloudless sky
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Air so sweet, water pure, fields ripe with rye
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Come one, come all, gather round, discard your Sunday shoes
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Come on now, oh my land, be a jubilee
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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 round 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
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Let freedom ring
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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

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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
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Now's the time to turn the view
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Now that I have you And I'll rise, every little morn to tend to thee When you rise, open up your eyes and you will see There I'll be, waiting by the door, come to me Take my hand, look into your heart and 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
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Now's the time to turn the view Now that I have you
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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 And feel no pain And the love inside 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

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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 Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind Stride of the mind, the mind, the mind 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, the climb Take it in stride (Would you do it?)

Cartwheels

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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 the 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 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 climbing, climbing the burning hair And the golden flowers from 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, 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

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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
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Trespasses stretch like broken fences
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Winding as they may
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Trespasses stretch like broken fences
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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 unsewn Joyfully whistling

My Blakean Year

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In my Blakean year, I was so disposed
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Toward a mission yet unclear, advancing pole by pole
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Fortune breathed into my ear mouthed a simple ode
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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
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In my Blakean year, temptation but a hiss Just a shallow spear, robed in cowardice |
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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
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So throw off your stupid cloak, embrace all that you fear
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For joy shall conquer all despair in my Blakean year
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So throw off your stupid cloak, embrace all that you fear
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Cash

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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 lose 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 It's only time you spend It's only life that you're cashing in

Peaceable Kingdom

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Yesterday I saw you standing there
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With your hand against the pane
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Looking out the window
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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
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Why must we hide all
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These feelings inside?
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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 Baghdad, city of scholars Empirical, humble center of the world City in ashes, city 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 her know! 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 At the cradle of civilization On 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, science City 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 TV 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'

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I'm trampin', trampin', tryin' to make heaven my home
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I'm trampin', trampin', tryin' to make heaven my home I've never been to heaven but I've been told Tryin' to make heaven my home That the streets up there are paved with gold Tryin' to make heaven my home I'm trampin', trampin', tryin' to make heaven my home I'm trampin', trampin', tryin' to make heaven my home