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25th Floor
6,703
Rock
25th Floor was released on March 3, 1978 by Arista as a part of the album Easter
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AlbumEaster
Release DateMarch 3, 1978
LabelArista
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We explore the men's room
We don't give a shit
Ladies lost electricity
Take vows inside of it
[Verse 2]
Desire to dance, too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you
Starting to fly, let's explore
Up there, up there, up there on the 25th floor
[Verse 3]
Circle all around me
Coming for the kill, kill, kill, kill, me, baby
Like a kamikaze
Heading for a spill, oh, but it's spilt milk to me
[Verse 4]
Desire to dance, too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you
Started to fly, let's soar
Up there, up there, up there on the 25th floor
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Love's war, love's cruel
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
I'm waiting here to refuel
I'm gonna make contact tonight
[Verse 7]
Love in my heart, night to exploit
Twenty-five stories over Detroit
And there's more
Up there, up there, up there
[Verse 8]
Stoned in space, Zeus, Christ
It has always been rock and so it us and so it shall be
Within' the context of neo rock
(I feel it's swirling around me)
It must open up our eyes and
(I feel it, feeling no pain)
Seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order
(I'm waiting above for you, baby)
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man
(I know that I'll see you up there)
To reform and transform waste
(I know that and you talk backwards)
The transformation of waste
(On boundaries over this world)
The transformation of waste
(I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)
The transformation of waste
[Verse 9]
The transformation of waste
(Come, come, I know it)
Is perhaps the oldest preoccupation of man
Man being the chosen alloy
He must be reconnected via shit, at all cost
(Highway, and I'm all around you)
Inherent within' us is the dream of the task of alchemist
(Oh, god, can you help me?)
To create from the clay of man
And recreate from excretion of man pure and then soft
And then solid gold
All must not be art, some are we must disintegrate
Written by: Ivan Kral, Patti Smith
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