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Patti Smith - Dancing Barefoot


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC6sLQg3gkk

she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he

here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he's taking over me...

I'm dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e

she is sublimation
she is the essence of thee
she is concentrating on
he, who is chosen by she

here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
could it be he's taking over me...



she is re-creation
she, intoxicated by thee
she has the slow sensation that
he is levitating with she ...

here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...



oh god I fell for you ...

the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
grave visitations
what is it that calls to us?
why must we pray screaming?
why must not death be redefined?
we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
and whirl on a pane of glass
an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.

oh god I fell for you ...
 
Motormouth's famous song about the Queen Of Snow.
He wrote it when he was flirting with heroin.
He wrote 2 songs, actually.
Mr Tambourine Man was the second.
Mr. Tambourine Man was about the pusher:
"Hey Mr Tambourine Man...
Play Your Song For me "

Only Those-In-The-Know got the message.
and some of their friends too (me included).
R.I.P. Sweet Nick.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K13hH0pJx5s


Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Everybody's building
Ships and boats
Some are building monuments
Others dummy pound notes
Everybody's in dispair
Every girl and boy
But when Quinn the eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy

Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

I like to go just like the rest
I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste
Just aint my cup of meat
Everybody's beneath the trees
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the eskimo gets here
All the pigeons gonna run to him

Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Let me do what I wanna do
I can't decide on my own
Just tell me where you hurt
And I'll tell you who to call
Nobody can get some sleep
Cause there's someone on everyones toes
But when Quinn the eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna wanna doze

Come on without
Come on within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
 
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Man got his woman
to take his seed
he got the power
oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
Man makes your hair grey
he's your life's mistake
all you're really looking for's an even break
He lies right at you
you now hate this game
he slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain
She cries alone at night too often
he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all ooh
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
Man got his woman
to take his seed
he got the power
oh she got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
she feeds him dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
he smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
Black eyes all of the time
don't spend a dime clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees
begging me please come watch me bleed
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
Only women bleed
only women bleed
only women bleed
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWp5ZpGvSJ8

My heart is sad and I'm in sorrow
For the only one I love
When shall I see him, oh, no, never
Till I meet him in heaven above

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me

They told me that he did not love me
I could not believe it was true
Until an angel softly whispered
He has proven untrue to you

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me

Tomorrow was our wedding day
But, Lord, oh, where is he
He's gone to seek him another bride
And he cares no more for me

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me

Oh, bury me under the violets blue
To prove my love to him
Tell him that I would die to save him
For his love I never could win

Oh, bury me under the weeping willow
Yes, under the weeping willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps he will weep for me
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dyUzUxE_2w



Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
 
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