Changing of the Guards
Patti Smith Lyrics


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Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall




And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

Overall Meaning

Patti Smith's song Changing of the Guards is a poetic and enigmatic piece. The lyrics seem to be a poignant reflection on a tumultuous time in history, with references to war and shifting power dynamics. The opening lines paint a picture of a battlefield where desperate men and women are united under banners, while the good shepherd grieves in the background. The lyrics then shift to a marketplace where merchants and thieves hunger for power, and the singer has just made a bad deal. There is an allusion to a woman the singer is attracted to, who smells sweet like the meadows on Midsummer's Eve. The imagery of the "cold-blooded moon" sets a somber tone as the captain of the opposing army sends his thoughts to his beloved, whose "ebony face is beyond communication." The captain is down, but he remains hopeful that his love will be repaid, even though there is a sense of finality indicated with the mention of "the changing of the guards."


The lyrics continue with a bizarre turn of events, with a woman torn between Jupiter and Apollo being shaved and lifted of her veil. The singer follows her down to the palace of mirrors, where they encounter "dog soldiers." The scene appears to be one of reflection, with "empty rooms where her memory is protected" and "angel's voices whispering to the souls of previous times." The final verses of the song bring us full-circle, as the singer and the woman from the marketplace are reunited. The sun is breaking as chains are broken, and they are begging to know what measures they will be taking. The singer proclaims that he doesn't need the organization of the gentlemen, and that the changing of the guards is upon them. The song ends with a sense of peace and tranquillity, but also a warning that cruel death will surrender, "Between the King and the Queen of Swords."


Line by Line Meaning

Sixteen years
It's been sixteen years since something significant happened.


Sixteen banners united over the field
There's an unification or agreement among the group.


Where the good shepherd grieves
It's a place of sorrow and sadness.


Desperate men, desperate women divided
Both men and women are desperate, but they are not united.


Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.
People are trying to fly, to succeed, but everything around them is falling apart.


Fortune calls
Opportunity has presented itself.


I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
The person has moved out of the darkness and into the world.


Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
The world is full of people looking to gain power, and the artist has lost their last agreement or negotiation.


She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
Describing a woman's sweet smell, perhaps reminiscent of a simpler time.


On midsummer's eve near the tower.
A specific time and place where something has occurred.


The cold-blooded moon
The moon is chilling or foreboding.


The captain waits above the celebration
Someone is waiting above a celebration, perhaps watching from afar.


Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Someone is sending their thoughts to a woman they love.


Whose ebony face is beyond communication
Her face, perhaps due to its color, represents something beyond the singer's understanding or communication.


The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
Despite challenges, the captain still believes that their love will be returned.


They shaved her head
Someone's head has been shaved.


She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
She was caught between two difficult choices or conflicting ideas.


A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
A message, possibly a dark one, has been delivered with a black bird.


I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
The singer saw her, and felt a strong urge to follow her.


Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
The artist followed the woman around a fountain, where someone lifted her veil.


I stumbled to my feet
The artist was stumbling, perhaps physically, mentally or emotionally.


I rode past destruction in the ditches
The artist witnessed or passed by ruined things along the way.


With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
The singer has a heart-shaped tattoo, a wound or hurt which is still being mended.


Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
The artist encountered unlikely or strange characters, possibly shady individuals.


Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The singer saw someone else passing out flowers that they had given to another person.


The palace of mirrors
A location characterized by reflections, mirroring or illusion.


Where dog soldiers are reflected
A place where the soldiers are depicted as canines.


The endless road and the wailing of chimes
There's a never-ending journey and a mournful sound in the background.


The empty rooms where her memory is protected
There are empty rooms reserved just for the memories of a specific person.


Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
Angelic voices are speaking softly to the souls of those before them.


She wakes him up
Someone is waking up another person.


Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
The sun is rising two days later after the previous event.


Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
Describing the surroundings, possibly after a difficult journey.


She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
Someone is pleading or anxious to know what someone else's next steps will be.


He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
A man is pulling a woman down and she is holding onto his hair.


Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
A man is speaking to a group of polite, wealthy or powerful individuals, possibly out of defiance.


I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
The man has achieved great things for these individuals, but still rejects their authority over him.


But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination
A warning that things will get much worse before they get better for the people involved.


Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
The people involved must be brave during this time of change and possibly conflict.


Peace will come
Eventually, there will be peace.


With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
Describing how peace may be reached, through calmness and glory, perhaps with conflict involved.


But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
Even though things will change, there may be no reward for it, especially if based on false beliefs.


And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
A personification of death itself, the pale ghost of death, is described as surrendering or retreating.


Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
The conflict is between two powerful figures, each bearing a sword, perhaps representing the power or idea they represent.




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tsomer07

I heard the original on a juke box this week, and it was as fresh as when I first heard it. Once again, I'm obsessed with it. Dylan treats it as if its prophesy, Patti Smith treats it as dream. Dylan shouts, Smith breathes it. I suppose Dylan's rendition is authoritative--his song afterall, but Smith's version is illuminating. I can't imagine one without the other.

loris cuñado

Dylan doesn't shout it on Street Legal

Philippe Boissonnat

Top of the top.. I love.

john tallanger

Uh huh. Talk about hoop jumping

Hybride77

Just extraordinary, touch the soul, only patty smith can sing this song...

[aˈtoːm] [aːl] [ˈa(ː)tonaːl]

and she ZERO tried to sugarcoat it or show off. thats what she has in common with dylan imo.

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Noe Berengena

Love this song. Every time Patti gets to "in the ditches with the stitches... still mending" I marvel at Dylan's canonical wordsmithing throughout. He marries lyric and music in a way that only he could. And I must add that Patti brings the whole thing to another level of artistry.

Stephen Farley

I love Patti Smith. She does this Bob Dylan song so good. She's written so many great songs. Great books and poetry.

danny4481

This song,both versions,chills my skin and tears my eyes. One of Bobby's best.

Sandro Moran

I feel the same, buddy.

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