About the song
“Patti Smith’s iconic song ‘Gloria’ encapsulates the raw energy and rebellious spirit of the 1970s punk rock movement. Released in 1975 as part of her debut album ‘Horses,’ this track remains a timeless anthem that continues to captivate listeners with its unapologetic attitude and powerful lyrics.
Smith, known for her distinctive blend of poetry and rock music, delivers a gripping performance in ‘Gloria.’ The song opens with a hypnotic guitar riff, setting the stage for Smith’s evocative storytelling. As her distinctive voice takes center stage, listeners are drawn into a narrative that explores themes of desire, liberation, and defiance.
One of the song’s most memorable elements is its reimagining of the classic rock song ‘Gloria’ by Them. Smith infuses the track with her own unique style and perspective, transforming it into a bold statement of independence and self-expression. The chorus, with its repeated refrain of ‘G-L-O-R-I-A,’ becomes a rallying cry for those seeking freedom from societal norms.
Beyond its musical prowess, ‘Gloria’ is also a testament to Smith’s role as a trailblazing artist. Her fusion of punk sensibilities with literary influences garnered widespread acclaim, paving the way for future generations of musicians to explore new creative horizons.
In the decades since its release, ‘Gloria’ has remained a staple of Smith’s live performances, showcasing her enduring influence and relevance in the music industry. Its anthemic quality and defiant spirit continue to resonate with audiences, solidifying its status as a timeless classic.
As we revisit ‘Gloria,’ we are reminded of Patti Smith’s incomparable artistry and her ability to challenge conventions while inspiring generations of listeners. The song’s legacy is a testament to the enduring power of music to provoke thought, evoke emotion, and spark movements for change.”
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Lyrics
Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mineMeltin’ in a pot of thieves Wild card up my sleeve Thick heart of stone My sins, my own They belong to me, mePeople say, “Beware!” But I don’t careThe words are just rules and regulations to me, me I walk in a room, you know I look so proud I’m movin’ in this here atmosphere Well, a-a-anything’s allowedThen I go to this, here party but oh, I just get boredUntil I look out the window, see a sweet young thing Humpin’ on the parking meter, leanin’ on the parking meter, oh She looks so good, oh, she looks so fine And I got this crazy feeling, and then I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine Ooh, I’ll put my spell on herHere she comes, walkin’ down the streetHere she comes, comin’ through the door Here she comes crawlin’ up the stair Here she comes in a pretty red dress, in a pretty red dress And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine And I got this crazy feeling that I’m gonna ah-ah make her mineI hear this knockin’ on my door, knockin’ on my doorAnd I look up into the big tower clock And say, “Oh my God, it’s midnight!” And my baby is walkin’ through the door Layin’ on my couch, she whispers to me and I take the big plunge And oh, she was so good, ooh, oh, she was so fine And I’m gonna tell the world that I just ah-ah made her mineI said darling, tell me your name, she told me her nameShe whispered to me, she told me her name She told me her name, she told me her name She told me her name, she told me her name And her name is, and her name is, and her name is And her name isG-L-O-R-I-AG-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A Gloria, oh GloriaIt was at the stadiumOh, twenty thousand girls called their names out to me Marie Ruth, but to tell you the truth I didn’t hear them, I didn’t see I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock And I heard those bells chimin’ in my heartGoing ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dongDing-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong Calling the time, when you came to my room And you whispered to me and I took the big plunge And oh, you were so good, oh, you were so fine And I’ve got to tell the world that I made ya mine, made ya mine Made ya mine, made ya mine, made ya mine, made ya mineG-L-O-R-I-A GloriaG-L-O-R-I-A Gloria G-L-O-R I-A Gloria G-L-O-R-I-A GloriaWhen the tower bells chimeDing-dong they chime I said that Jesus died For somebody’s sins But not mineLondon!G-L-O-R-I-AGloria