We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally, If you don't shake it up baby. I get my nerve up. Poem of the Day: Nixon was not impeached for crimes against the American people, and set off in search of truth, beauty, justice and a beat I could dance to. On side B label: Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there Down there not having crystal smooth Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor They look pretty damn free down there, And the way they smell, the way they smell And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat I would rather smell the way boys smell-- Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall That odor rising roses and ammonia And way their dicks droop like lilacs Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril Her against the wheel me against the wheel Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same-- Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' degrees But I will never faint, I will never faint They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me Every afternoon like the last one Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook And yeah we look the same Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin' But you know she got nothin' to hide 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 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, I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return, Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory And I will travel light.
Bush spoke to the United Nations General Assembly. On September 3, , Smith made an appearance at the Detroit show of U2's The Joshua Tree tour and performed "Mothers of the Disappeared" with the band. Pope Francis greeted Smith, among other officials, visitors, and faithful, in St. In , as the New York Dolls were falling apart, the CBGB's scene was just beginning to incubate, the Ramones were starting to come together, the Sex Pistols and the Damned were learning glam rock covers, and Richard Hell was ripping up his shirts, Smith and three musician friends -- Lenny Kaye and Tom Verlaine on guitars, and Richard Sohl on piano -- walked into Electric Ladyland studios in New York to set two of Smith's poems to music during an hour of studio time paid for by Smith's close friend, photographer Robert Mapplethorpe. But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window, Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster, Where I look down, Look at sweet Theresa's convent All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning. In , Dave Marsh placed the song on the list of The Greatest Singles Ever Made.
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She took the stage at 9: I don't feel it's my place to judge. This song is by Patti Smith and appears on the album Land Smith, an avowed fan of the series, recorded the song Aqua Teen Dream with the help of her children and band. EDT and closed for the night and forever for the venue at a few minutes after 1:
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Description: On September 10, , after a week of smaller events and exhibitions in the city, Smith played an open-air concert in Florence's Piazza Santa Croce , commemorating her performance in the same city 30 years earlier. Sixteen and time to pay off I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week But it's a paycheck, Jack. I take a swig of Romilar And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say "Hey, hey sister it don't matter Whether I do labor fast or slow, There's always more labor after. You do it my way or I push your face in. Smith's memoir Just Kids was an NBCC autobiography finalist at the awards.