IRC-Galleria

patti smith on bob dylan, 1977:


I just thought he was the sexiest person since Elvis Presley — sex in the brain, y’know? Sex at its most ultimate is being totally illuminated, and he was that, he was the King. and he still has it. I don’t think his true power has been unleashed. I haven’t stopped believing in him.


Dylan’s got that side still — it’s all stored up — he’s all those people, he’s still that guy, he hasn’t turned beautiful and gentle, he’s a real bastard — but that’s what I think is great, for his art — maybe not for being a husband!

I said, “You’re the father of Cool. Don’t be cool by being uptight, be cool by moving with the moment.” And he says, “Aw, I can’t hit the air with my fists or nothing. People will think I’m copying you!” I said, “Well, I’ve imitated you for 12 years, you can spare a little imitation.” So he just laughed. Seeing him laugh is great, ‘cos he has a lot of pain. He’s like the Duke of Windsor — how he gave up his crown for the woman he loved, y’know? He’s like that. But he’s also got a streak in him that won’t give up being a contender, and the streak is what gives him so much life — that streak makes him keep creating, keeps putting him out there.

Kuka olet?

In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt.

//

baby was a black sheep, baby was a whore.
you know she got big. well, she's gonna get bigger.
baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger!

//

I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.

Mistä tulet?

This damn city this dead city
Immortal city
Motor city
Suc-cess city
Longs to be
Longs to be
Free

Mitä harrastat?

Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow
and go Rimbaud


Kerro ystävistäsi?

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cassady
holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!

Oletko rakastunut?

Oh I am waiting for you, oh I am waiting for you,
Waiting for you to take me up by my starry spine

Mitä syöt?
Mitä juot?

Paheesi?

I-I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
I'm movin' in this here atmosphere, well, anything's allowed
and I go to this here party and I just get bored

Luonteesi?

And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc

Mitä teet sadepäivinä?

I just don't know what to do tonight,
My head is aching as I drink and breathe


Oletko onnellinen?

Sometimes my spirit's empty;
don't have the will to go on

Ohjeesi onnettomille?

so you want to be a rock & roll star
well listen now to what I say
get yourself an electric guitar
and take some time and learn how to play
and when hair's combed right
and your pants are tight
it's gonna be all right

Kerro jotain kesästä?

The sun is warm upon my face
And I dream of a burning land

Millainen olosi on nyt?

Sometimes you can't tell
whether you're waking up
or going to sleep

Mitä kaipaat?

Give me something.
Give me something to give.
Oh, God, give me something:
a reason to live.
My body is aching.
Don't want sympathy.
Come on. Come and love me.
Come on. Set me free.

Oletko avoimesti mitä olet, vai piilotatko tunteet sisällesi?

And I got something to hide here called desire
I got something to hide here called desire
And I will get out of here--
You know the fiery potion is just about to come
In my nose is the taste of sugar
And I got nothin' to hide here save desire

Mitä omistat?

I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil

Mihin menet?

outside of society, that's where I want to be.
outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

//

And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City

Mitä vihaat?

What more can I give you ? Baby I don't know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don't turn your back now, I'm talking to you
-
What about it, you're gonna leave me,
What about it, you don't need me,
What about it, I can't live without you,
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it ? What about it ?

Ketä/Mitä ajattelet/mietit?


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?

//

oh there are places I agree
where I have yet to roam
the Egyptian field
the arctic sea where shadows
haunt and moan

Millainen on / pitäisi olla rakkaasi?

oh we had such a brainiac-amour

//

You said when you were with me that nothing made you high.

//

take me now baby here as I am
pull me close, try and understand
desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
love is a banquet on which we feed

Loppulause

I believe everything we dream
can come to pass through our union
we can turn the world around

meikä askarteli

My first sense of life was that of motion, of being lifted, and the beating of my mother's heart. Then, as consciousness pressed, I turned in the radiance of my father's mind. When I closed my eyes I could feel the world spin. When I reached out I could feel the breath of care. Bound, within my blood, was their love, their burning and their discordant prayers.

Yet time makes ravens of us all and swiftly, it seemed, I fled from their grasp. The sea was a glass. The sky an immeasurable path.

Guided by the knowledge of them I journeyed fettered, free. And as all before me, I have questioned, grateful for the privilege of being able to ask: What is my task? Why do we exist? All answers produce the pain of recognition, emptiness and joy.

To prey upon stillness, to suffer dawn
To bow before God, to administer grace
To unveil space, to be spirited away
To lift a child
into the reigning air
where the voice of heaven
chirps like a bird