Patti Smith Group – Easter (1978)
Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.
Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.
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.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight.
Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising . . .
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EASTER
(la resurrection)
flower and heart are equal. as one unfolds
the other is closing. the fist of charm.
the dance of fathoms. of voids. of veils.
layer after layer. wall after wall. there
is always more. there is always more after.
the scalloped edges of further valour.
the vigil of soldiers. foot and circular.
the waving tremors of empty warriors.
a thorn in the wound of love. of torture.
another immeasurable pain to suffer.
first dealing w/entry into the spirit.
the wall is pierced and the will assaulted
is vaulted. is shimmied into. is fenced.
fencing defending the sheets of the flesh
winding and binding and then to relax.
seconds of suspension in the pass of pain
wailing, exhaling. passed thru the strange.
this is the formula. the force of the father.
the hand that extends. the heart that is bleeding
hard then harder then silent and beating.
in a space warm and glowing. infinite yet dense.
the tune of chain caught then stretched.
the is the communication of the future.
death is a dance. a ballroom. a glove
an extension of total abandon in/love.
-patti smith
I forgot how much I loved this album. It still amazes me that such a poet, a true artist, had a Top 20 single and a recording that scaled the charts “High on Rebellion” after being a cult figure with mixed reviews for the previous (RADIO ETHIOPIA) and rumors that Arista was dropping her. Critics who adored HORSES and panned the second album shook their heads in print over the resurrection of her career that occurred with EASTER, a true artistic rebirth. Thanks.
classic..what is the exact meaning of the song?? can someone explain?
i want this song to play in my time of dying
“Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising”
I love this part
thank you for uploading. this was my fave smith record. just.. genius.
@koreankayagum I had that same experience some thirty one years ago to this piece. It was snowing outside, beautiful. Where has that world disappeared to.
Isabella was a Frederick’s mother!
Great artist.
For me one of the best in those years!
@koreankayagum
I agree!
Wonderfull!
Is that cowbell i hear? Because as a doctor I would really prescribe more COWBELL for this song!
Not only one of Patti’s best songs, but also one of the greatest songs of the last 40 years.
A friend of mine just bought me Patti’s book “Just Kids” and it is just absolutely beautiful. It is so simple, direct and honest. I highly recommend it.
A classic, year after year.
She’s a Prophetess as well as a Poetess extraordinaire. Thank you, cibi1, for uploading this ineffably ephemeral gem of Patti Smith-Smith’s. Oh, and Happy Easter Sunday! ~ (•8-D
God ! One of the greatest artists of the last decades. We love her here in Italy. Happy Easter.
wow the memories thnat come back listening to this
thanks 4 posting
that is one of the very rare songs that manage to put me into “trance”. a neverending uprising experience.
thank you patti
la mujer mas linda del mundo.. un angel.
The bagpipes at the end. . . .
A religious experience. Totally hypnotic.
The band put on a great show in August ’78 @ Albany NY touring in support of the Easter LP. Her lyrics and image were so edgy for the times.
this album will always be remembered as a classic!
thid whole album kicks ass! bigtime! LONG LIVE PATTI SMITH!
“Flower and heart are equal. As one unfolds the other is closing”
Sexy Armpit!
The recited lines at the back of this song
are completely wondrous.
Stay Alive.
Thank You Cibi1
Thank you for this song. I love it.
we are rising