A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

"(...)Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin"

Patti Smith never ceases to amaze me. The emotion and feeling she puts in everything she does is unbelievable, and to combine her voice with the magnificent lyrics of bob dylan is something 
out of this world. I feel happy to be here, just because I can witness moments like this.

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