Babelogue
Written by - Patti Smith & Lenny Kaye
I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future
Over the skin of silk are scars
From the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed
A stage is like each bolt of wood
Like a, 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 PA
Some nights I'd 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 couldn't bear to use it
When my hair was cropped
I craved covering
But now that 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 which is absolutely ready to seize me
In in in in heart I am a Moslem
In heart I am I am an American
In heart I am Moslem
In heart I'm an American artist
And I have no guilt
I seek pleasure
I seek the nerves under your skin
The narrow arch way
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
... който познае какво следва.... ааааа, много яко го надувам... Baby was a black sheep...
