Patti Smith - Babelogue Lyrics
I havent *****ed much with the past, but Ive *****ed plenty with the future.Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls Ive caressed.A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure.I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the p.a.Some nights Id surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldnt bear to use it.When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. in heart I am a moslem; in heart I am an american;In heart I am moslem, in heart Im an american artist, and I have no guilt.I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to god.
