Lyrics Babelogue - Patti Smith Group

Babelogue

I havent fucked much with the past, but Ive fucked 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.