Four shootings; one domestic knife attack. Been a pretty tough week round here. And in this hour the Saturday night sirens are firing down the Avenue, the helicopter's circling overhead. The place aches. So I'm finding some emotional release in Patti Smith's timeless, angry, purging outsider anthem and, in the midst of her searing set, this calmly-spoken middle eight lyric of beauty, truth and hopefulness.
john davies
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