25th floor lyrics

Artist  : Patti smith 
Song : 25th floor
 
We explore the men’s room.
We don’t give a shit.
Ladies’ lost electricity;
Take vows inside of it.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs ’round you,
Starting to fly.

Let’s explore
Up there, up there, up there,
On the twenty-fifth floor.

Circle all around me,
Coming for the kill, kill, kill
Oh kill me baby
Like a kamikaze
Heading for a spill.
Oh but it’s all spilt milk to me.

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs ’round you,
Starting to fly.

Let’s soar
Up there, up there, up there,
On the twenty-fifth floor.

We do not eat
Flower of creation.
We do not eat,
Eat anything at all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I’m waiting for a contact to call.
Love’s war. love’s cruel.
Love’s pretty, love’s pretty cruel tonight.
I’m waiting here to refuel.
I’m gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to exploit.
Twenty-five stories over detroit,
And there’s more
Up there, up there, up there.

Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been
rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the
context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and
seize and rend the veil of smoke which man cal
Der. pollution is a necessary result of the
inability of man to reform and transform waste.
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest
pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen
alloy, he must be reconnected¡ºvia shit, at all
cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the
task
E alchemist to create from the clay of man. and
to re-create from excretion of man pure and then
soft and then solid gold.

All must not be art. some art we must
disintegrate.
Positive (anarchy must exist.)

In background:
(I feel it swirling around me
I feel it feeling no pain
I’m waiting above for you baby
I know that I’ll see you up there
I’m floating in a door backward
On boundaries over this world
I’m waiting above in the sky, dear
Upon a [	  ] ...)



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High on rebellion
What I feel when I’m playing guitar is completely
cold and crazy, like I don’t owe nobody nothing
and it’s just a test just to see how far I can
relax into the cold wave of a note. when
everythi
Ts just right (just and right) the note of
nobility can go on forever. I never tire of the
solitary e and I trust my guitar and I don’t care
about anything. sometimes I feel like I’ve broken
thr
And I’m free and I could dig into eternity into
eternity riding the wave and realm of the e.
sometimes it’s useless. here I am struggling and
filled with dread¡ºafraid that I’ll never squeeze
en
Graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or
asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows
across the stage or page. inside of me I’m crazy
I’m just crazy. inside I must continue. I see
her, my
F muse, jutting around round round round like a
broken speeding statue. the colonial year is dead
and the greeks too are finished. the face of
alexander remains not only solely due to
sculpture
Hrough the power and foresig
Ht and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist
must maintain his swagger. he must he must he
must be intoxicated by ritual as well as result.
look at me I am laughing. I am laughing. I am
lap
Cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer.
and I trust my guitar. therefore we black out
together. therefore I would run through scum. and
scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just
lau
E’re ascending through the hollow mountain. we
are peeking. we are laughing. we are kneeling. we
are laughing. we are radiating at last. this
rebellion is just a gas our gas a gas that we
pass.