Текст песни 25th Floor (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live) - Patti Smith Group
                                                We 
                                                explore 
                                                the 
                                                men's 
                                                room.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                give 
                                                    a 
                                                shit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ladies' 
                                                lost 
                                                electricity;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                vows 
                                                inside 
                                                of 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Desire 
                                                to 
                                                dance;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                startled 
                                                to 
                                                try.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrap 
                                                my 
                                                legs 
                                                'round 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Starting 
                                                to 
                                                fly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let's 
                                                explore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there,
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                twenty-fifth 
                                                floor.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Circle 
                                                all 
                                                around 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coming 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                kill, 
                                                kill, 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                kill 
                                                me 
                                                baby
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                    a 
                                                kamikaze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heading 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                spill.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                spilt 
                                                milk 
                                                to 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Desire 
                                                to 
                                                dance;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                startled 
                                                to 
                                                try.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wrap 
                                                my 
                                                legs 
                                                'round 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Starting 
                                                to 
                                                fly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let's 
                                                soar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there,
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                twenty-fifth 
                                                floor.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                eat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flower 
                                                of 
                                                creation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                eat,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eat 
                                                anything 
                                                at 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                is, 
                                                love 
                                                was, 
                                                love 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                manifestation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                contact 
                                                to 
                                                call.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love's 
                                                war. 
                                                Love's 
                                                cruel.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love's 
                                                pretty, 
                                                love's 
                                                pretty 
                                                cruel 
                                                tonight.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                waiting 
                                                here 
                                                to 
                                                refuel.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                gonna 
                                                make 
                                                contact 
                                                tonight.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                night 
                                                to 
                                                exploit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Twenty-five 
                                                stories 
                                                over 
                                                Detroit,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there's 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                Up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there, 
                                                up 
                                                there.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stoned 
                                                in 
                                                space. 
                                                zeus. 
                                                christ.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                has 
                                                always 
                                                been 
                                                rock
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                and 
                                                so 
                                                it 
                                                shall 
                                                be.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Within 
                                                the 
                                                context 
                                                of 
                                                neo 
                                                rock
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                must 
                                                open 
                                                up 
                                                our 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                seize
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                rend 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                smoke 
                                                which 
                                                man 
                                                calls 
                                                order.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pollution 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                necessary 
                                                result 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                inability 
                                                of 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                reform 
                                                and 
                                                transform 
                                                waste.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                transformation 
                                                of 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                transformation 
                                                of 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                transformation 
                                                of 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                transformation 
                                                of 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                perhaps 
                                                the 
                                                oldest 
                                                pre-occupation 
                                                of 
                                                man.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Man 
                                                being 
                                                the 
                                                chosen 
                                                alloy,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                must 
                                                be 
                                                reconnected 
-                                                via 
                                                shit, 
                                                at 
                                                all 
                                                cost.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inherent 
                                                with(in) 
                                                us 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                dream 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                task
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                alchemist 
                                                to 
                                                create 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                clay 
                                                of 
                                                man.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                to 
                                                re-create 
                                                from 
                                                excretion 
                                                of 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pure 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                soft 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                solid 
                                                gold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                must 
                                                not 
                                                be 
                                                art. 
                                                some 
                                                art 
                                                we 
                                                must 
                                                disintegrate.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Positive 
                                                (anarchy 
                                                must 
                                                exist.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (I 
                                                feel 
                                                it 
                                                swirling 
                                                around 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                it 
                                                feeling 
                                                no 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                waiting 
                                                above 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                baby
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                I'll 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                up 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                floating 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                door 
                                                backward
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                boundaries 
                                                over 
                                                this 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                waiting 
                                                above 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                    a 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Альбом
                                
The Best of Patti Smith - The Place, Eugene, Oregon. May 4th and 9th 1978 - Live & Remastered                                
                                
                                    
                         дата релиза
 16-12-2015
                            1 Radio Ethiopia (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
2 Redondo Beach (Civic Centre, Santa Monica, CA 12 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
3 Redondo Beach (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
4 25th Floor (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
5 25th Floor (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
6 Because the Night (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
7 Because the Night (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
8 Easter (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
9 Ghost Dance (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
10 Easter (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
11 Gloria (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
12 Pissing In a River (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
13 Gloria (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
14 Space Monkey (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
15 Radio Ethiopia (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
16 Till Victory (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
17 Till Victory (Civic Centre, Santa Monica, CA 12 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
18 We Three (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
19 Pumping (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
20 The Salvation of Rock (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
21 Land (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
22 The Kids Are Alright (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
23 You Light Up My Life (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
24 Kimberly (Civic Centre, Santa Monica, CA 12 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
25 You Really Got Me (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
26 Time Is On My Side (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
27 Babelogue / Rock and Roll Nigger (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
28 Kimberly (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
29 It's So Hard (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
30 Be My Baby (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
31 Rock and Roll Nigger (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
32 Privilege (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
33 No Jestering (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
34 Free Money (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
35 My Generation (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 9 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
36 Jailhouse Rock (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
37 My Generation (The Place, Eugene, Oregon 4 May ’78) [Remastered] (Live)
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