 Babelogue lyrics ( Patti smith )   
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Artist : Patti smith
Song : Babelogue
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 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 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 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 I`m
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.
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