Monday, January 16, 2012

1000 SONGS- DAY 166: SONG #197

Day 166: A song from the Radio

I found out today, that not one single Patti Smith song has been featured on the 1000 Songs Challenge on this here blog up to now, although I have mentioned Patti Lee on the post from April 26, 2011. So here is a song from the radio, and from a very special radio, Radio Ethiopia, the second album by the Patti Smith Group, a track co-written by Patti and Ivan Kral, like some other songs from that album. "Ain't it Strange", somehow my favourite song from that record (one of those records I have bought twice, since I have been giving away all of my records in 1979 and later had to buy some of them again):



Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff
Oh, don't you know that anyone can join
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

Come and join me, I implore thee,
I impure thee, come explore me.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they crawl on the floor.
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

True, true, who are you ?
Who, who am I ?
Oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da oh da

Down in Vineland there's a clubhouse,
Girl in white dress, boy shoot white stuff.
Oh, don't you know that anyone can come
And they come and they call and they fall on the floor
Don't you see when you're looking at me
That I'll never end transcend transcend.
Ain't it strange oh oh oh
Ain't it strange oh oh oh

Do you go to the temple tonight ?
Oh no, I don't think so
Do you not go to the palace of answers with me Marie?
Oh no, I don't think so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man,
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another direction,
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh

I spin, I spiral, and I splatter
Hand of God, I feel the finger,
Hand of God, and I start to whirl
And I whirl, and I whirl,
Don't get dizzy, do not fall now,
Turn, God, God (strange)
Go, go on, go like a dervish,
Turn, God, (strange) make a move
Turn, Lord, (strange)
I don't get nervous
Oh I just move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension
Come move in another dimension oh oh oh
Strange strange

Do you go to the temple tonight ?
Oh no, I don't think so, no
We'll go to the pagoda
The palace of answers with me, Marie
Oh no, I don't believe so, no
See when they offer me book of gold,
I know soon still that platinum is coming
And when I look inside of your temple
It looks just like the inside of anyone one man
And when he beckons his finger to me,
Well, I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension
I move in another dimension oh oh oh


There needs to be a bonus track, which is another song from Radio Ethiopia written by Smith & Kral, Ask the Angels:

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