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Ghost Dance

Patti Smith


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Dall'album Easter (1978), narra il dramma e la ressurezione dei nativi americani.
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«the ghost dance was a movement initiated by the plains indians in the late nineteenth century in order to resurrect their forefathers - those gone from form. a system to survive-revive-and-conquer. the beauty of the dance was the call to convene. communication w/ past and future thru the sounds and rhythms of the present. the failure of the dance was its racial aspect. no souls- living or trascendenting - were welcome if not american indian. here then is offered the neo-ghost dance. dedicated to the union; the communion of the future setting the space for the year to come - 1979 - the year of the child.
may the tribe increase...»
(from the booklet)
We shall live again, we shall live.

What is it children that falls from the sky ?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye.
Mannah from Heaven from the most high,
Food from the father, tayi, taye aye.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Peace to your brother, give and take peace,
Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave up the Earth, one turn around.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Stretch out your arms now tip and swing,
Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi.
Threw out your shoe over the soil,
Dust off the words that shaped from the tale.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, ghost of your host,
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again.

What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this wisdom, eyes of God,
That makes me feel just what I need.
You used to fly me the way to speed.

What is it, Father, holy that night ?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right ?
What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven ?
What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand ?
What is it, Father, that makes me spin around ?
What is it, Father, that brings me down
What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like.
What is it, Father, I just ride into space
What is it, Father, I can tell you one night
What is it, Father, I can tell what I like
What is it, Father, are you into shape
What is it, Father, are you calling today
What is it, Father ...

inviata da Lorenzo Masetti


Pubblicata anche nell'album Seeds in the wind (2011) insieme a La casa del vento i cui proventi sono stati donati ad Emergency

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dq82 - 23/7/2015 - 10:21



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