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Patti Smith
Patti Smith


Background information
Birth name Patricia Lee Smith
Born December 30, 1946
Born place Chicago, Illinois, United States
Origin New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Punk Rock
Rock
Years active 1971—present
Label(s) Arista Records
Columbia Records
Associated acts Tom Verlaine
Website Website



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Patti Smith Album


Trampin' (04/27/2004)
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(Smith/Kaye/Daugherty)

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

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(Smith/Shanahan)

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

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(Smith/Ray)

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

. . .


(Smith/Kaye)

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

. . .


(Smith/Kaye/Ray/Shanahan/Daugherty)

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

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(Smith/Daugherty)

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

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(Smith)

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

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(Smith/Ray)

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

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(Smith/Shanahan)

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


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(Smith/Ray)

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 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
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 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

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(A Negro Spiritual, dedicated to Miss Marian Anderson, arranged by Edward
Boatner)

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

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