Lets celebrate Patti Smith --- she just keeps going...?

"Horses" lyrics written by Patti Smith


"Land of 1000 Dances" lyrics written by Chris Kenner


"La Mer (De)" lyrics written by Patti Smith





The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea


From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating


Another boy was sliding up the hallway


He merged perfectly with the hallway,


He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway





The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,


but the movie kept moving as planned


The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,


He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny


The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,


started crashing his head against the locker,


started crashing his head against the locker,


started laughing hysterically





When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by


horses, horses, horses, horses


coming in in all directions


white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,


He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.


Do you know how to pony like bony maroney


Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this


Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator


And you twist the twister like your baby sister


I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister


Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,


Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,


Got to lose control and then you take control,


Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,


Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,


Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi





Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin


Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,


Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”


Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,


Taped to his chest there's the answer,


You got pen knives and jack knives and


Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred


Then he cries, then he screams, saying


Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain


And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,


Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,


And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi





There's a little place, a place called space


It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,


Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,


You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,


And the name of the band is the


Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,


Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes





Baby calm down, better calm down,


In the night, in the eye of the forest


There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,


I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,


I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that


up there -- there is a sea


up there -- there is a sea


up there -- there is a sea


the sea's the possibility


There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)


There is no sea but the sea


(up there is a wall of possibilities)


There is no keeper but the key


(up there there are several walls of possibilities)


Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.


(up there)


I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me


I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor


(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee


(on the screen)


And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame


(in the heart of man)


The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions


Gradually lapping into sea horses


He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat


(the spoon)


And let it deep in


(the veins)


Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities


It started hardening


Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities


It started hardening in my hand


And I felt the arrows of desire





I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour


But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)


And go Johnny go and do the watusi,


Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...


Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling


Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining


Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse


And my fingers all entwined through the air,


I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,


(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)


The hairs were like wires going through my body


I I that's how I


that's how I


I died


(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)


(they knew what they were after)


[Everything on the current] moved up


I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,


Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility


Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities


There's no land but the land





looked at my hands, and there's a red stream


that went streaming through the sands like fingers,


like arteries, like fingers


(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)


He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)


He opened his throat (your eyes)


His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands


The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,


No one heard that cry,


No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,


(His fingers)


Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,


And so he seized the first


(his vocal chords shot up)


(possibility)


(like mad pituitary glands)


It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate


(there is nothing happening at all)


and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep


saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)


Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter





In the sheets


there was a man


dancing around


to the simple


Rock %26amp; roll


song

Lets celebrate Patti Smith --- she just keeps going...?
I don't know what the question is, but I agree Patti Smith is amazing.