Patti Smith Group - Babelogue lyrics

I haven't f**ed much with the past But I've f**ed 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 who*e He spared the child and spoiled the rod I have not sold myself to God