Patti Smith is an American singer-songwriter and poet who is known for her unique blend of rock and roll, poetry, and political activism. She rose to prominence in the 1970s with her debut album, "Horses," which is considered one of the greatest albums of all time.
One of the standout tracks on "Horses" is "25th Floor," a powerful and poignant tribute to the victims of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire of 1911. In this tragic event, 146 garment workers, mostly young immigrant women, lost their lives due to locked exit doors and inadequate fire safety measures in their workplace.
Smith's lyrics paint a vivid picture of the desperation and helplessness felt by the workers as they were trapped on the 25th floor of the factory building. The song captures the fear and terror of being trapped in a burning building, with no way out and no one coming to rescue you.
But "25th Floor" is more than just a tribute to the victims of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. It is also a powerful political statement, highlighting the importance of worker safety and the need for social justice. Smith's lyrics speak to the ongoing struggle for workers' rights and the fight against exploitation and abuse in the workplace.
Overall, "25th Floor" is a moving and powerful tribute to the victims of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, and a poignant reminder of the ongoing fight for social justice and workers' rights. Patti Smith's powerful lyrics and emotive vocals truly capture the emotion and gravity of this tragic event, making it a standout track on an already iconic album.
Patti Smith
I am lap Cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. Circle all around me Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill Oh but it's all spilt milk to me Desire to dance; Too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round you Starting to fly Let's soar Up there, up there, up there On the twenty-fifth floor We do not eat Flower of creation We do not eat Eat anything at all Love is, love was, love is a manifestation I'm waiting for a contact to call Love's war. . Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. Oh but it's all spilt milk to me. Night to exploit Twenty-five stories over Detroit And there's more Up there, up there, up there Stoned in space. I'm waiting for a contact to call.
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Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight. Twenty-five stories over detroit, And there's more Up there, up there, up there. Let's explore Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. I feel it swirling around me I feel I'm feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm tripping in the dark backward I'm going for all that it's worth I'm waiting above in the sky dear Upon another planet called earth. Wrap my legs 'round you, Starting to fly. I see her, my F muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding statue. Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
Circle all around me Coming for the kill Kill kill oh kill me baby Like a kamikaze Heading for a spill Oh but it's all spilt milk to me Desire to dance Too startled to try Wrap my legs round you Starting to fly let's soar Up there, up there, up there On the twenty-fifth floor We do not eat flower or creation We do not eat eat anything at all Love is, love was Love is a manifestation I'm waiting for a contact to call Love's war. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Positive anarchy must exist. Let's soar Up there, up there, up there, On the twenty-fifth floor. I never tire of the solitary e and I trust my guitar and I don't care about anything.
