babelogue lyrics – patti smith


i haven’t f*cked much with the past,
but i’ve f*cked 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 p*ss 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 wh*r*.
he spared the child and spoiled the rod.
i have not sold myself to god.

/ patti smith lyrics