[00:00.71]Artist：patti smith
[00:02.33]Songs Title：babelogue
[00:04.57]I haven't fucked much with the past,
[00:06.39]But I've fucked plenty with the future.
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[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 worship 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.