Artist：patti smith Songs Title：babelogue I haven't ****** much with the past, But I've ****** 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 wor******p 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.
[00:00.71]Artist：patti smith [00:02.33]Songs Title：babelogue [00:04.57]I haven't ****** much with the past, [00:06.39]But I've ****** plenty with the future. [00:08.31] [00:10.25]Over the skin of silk are scars [00:12.12]From the splinters of stations [00:13.37]And walls I've caressed. [00:15.00]A stage is like each bolt of wood, [00:16.49]Like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. [00:19.76]I would measure the success of a night [00:21.57]By the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed [00:24.51]I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. [00:27.57]Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off [00:30.24]With a skirt of green net sewed over [00:32.36]With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. [00:35.05]The lights were violet and white. [00:36.68] [00:37.27]I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. [00:39.71]When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, [00:41.71]But now my hair itself is a veil, [00:43.82]And the scalp inside is a scalp of [00:46.38]A crazy and sleepy Comanche [00:50.01]Lies beneath this netting of the skin. [00:51.94]I wake up. I am lying peacefully [00:54.47]I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. [00:57.45]I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. [01:00.76]In heart I am a Moslem; [01:03.18]In heart I am an American; [01:05.11]In heart I am Moslem, [01:06.99]In heart I'm an American artist, [01:09.24]And I have no guilt. [01:10.67]I seek pleasure. [01:11.67]I seek the nerves under your skin. [01:13.67]The narrow archway; the layers; [01:15.55]The scroll of ancient lettuce. [01:17.42]We wor******p the flaw, the belly, the belly, [01:20.66]The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. [01:23.41]He spared the child and spoiled the rod. [01:26.15]I have not sold myself to God.
