Biografía:
Ela nasceu Patricia Lee Smith em Chicago, Illinois e cresceu em Nova Jersey. Seu pai era ateu e sua mãe era testemunha de Jeová.
Sob um ponto-de-vista não-ortodoxo, Patti Smith pode tachada como uma perfeita encarnação do ideário punk! Não só no que se refere ao estereótipo associado ao gênero, mas sim à ética no discurso contestatório inerente ao punk. Aos vinte e cinco anos de uma carreira discográfica iniciada com o emblemático álbum Horses - um marco filosófico na história do punk rock
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
A A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
A
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
A
Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
A
Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, so outta line-line.
E D B E A
Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine.
[Verse 2]
A
Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine. The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
A
Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
[Break]
F#
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
A
It starts crumbling in his hands.
B
He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
D
This is just...this just-a...this just-a...
A
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack..."
[Verse 3]
A
Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
A
He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'.
A
It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
A
It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
[Outro]
A
There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
A
That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
A
And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up.
E
Up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body.
A
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!
A A A A
[Verse 1]
A
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news. Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
A
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time. What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
A
Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue. Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
A
Over the cloud, over the bridge, sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, so outta line-line.
E D B E A
Space monkey, sort of divine. And he's mine, mine, all mine.
[Verse 2]
A
Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine. The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
A
Humans are running, lavender room. Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
[Break]
F#
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
A
It starts crumbling in his hands.
B
He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
D
This is just...this just-a...this just-a...
A
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack..."
[Verse 3]
A
Rude excavation, landin' site. Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
A
He rips his leg open, so out of time. Blood and light runnin'.
A
It's all like a dream. Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
A
It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
[Chorus]
E D E G
space monkey. Sign of the time-time. Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
E D B E
Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
[Outro]
A
There he is, up in a tree. Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
A
That banana-shaped object ain't no banana. It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
A
And he's coming to get me. Here I go. Up, up, up.
E
Up, up, up, up ,up, up ... Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again. Here I go from my body.
A
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!
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