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Patti Smith Group - Godspeed |
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Birdland
by Patti Smith
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene.
And the boy was just standing there alone,
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was as if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it,
And saw his daddy behind the control board streaming beads of light.
He saw his daddy behind the control board,
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human.
The little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And he fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
Let the ship slide open and I'lll go inside of it
Where you're not human, you are not human
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
Nobody there except for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered,
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a
Shaman bouquet. Slit in his nosse and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, all his limbs,
Everything was twisted and he said:
I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it
Where I am not human.
I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon,
Am I all alone in this generation?
We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And it won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear them now,
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
And he put up his hands and he said:
It's me, it's me, I'll give you my eyes, take me up,
Oh now please take me up, I'm helium raven
Waiting for you, please take me up, don't leave me here.
The son, the sign, the cross, like the shape of a tortured woman,
The true shape of a tortured woman, the mother standing
In the doorway letting her sons, no longer presidents but prophets.
They're all dreaming they're going to bear the prophet,
He's going to run through the fields dreaming in animation
It's all going to split his skull, it's going to come out
Like a black bouquet shining, like a fist that's going to shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer, take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up up take me up I'll go up I'm going up I'm going up.
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there.
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship. Let the ship slide open.
We'll go inside of it where we are not human, we are not human.
Where there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface, he saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals,
And he looked up, and the rays shot, and he saw raven coming in,
And he crawled on his back and he went up up up up up up up
Sha da do wop da shaman do way sha da do wop da shaman do way
Sha da do wop da shaman do way sha da do wop da shaman do way
We like birdland.
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