Patti Smith - High on Rebellion | Текст песни

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what i feel when i'm playing guitar is completely cold and crazy, like i

don't owe nobody nothing and it's just a test just to see how far i can

relax into the cold wave of a note. when everything hits just right (just

and right) the note of nobility can go on forever. i never tire of the

solitary E and i trust my guitar and i don't care about anything.

sometimes i feel like i've broken through and i'm free and i could dig

into eternity into eternity riding the wave and realm of the E. sometimes

it's useless. here i am struggling and filled with dread-afraid that i'll

never squeeze enough graphite from my damaged cranium to inspire or

asphyxiate any eyes grazing like hungry cows across the stage or page.

inside of me i'm crazy i'm just crazy. inside i must continue. i see her,

my stiff muse, jutting around round round round like a broken speeding

statue. the colonial year is dead and the greeks too are finished. the

face of alexander remains not only solely due to sculpture but through the

power and foresight and magnetism of alexander himself. the artist must

maintain his swagger. he must he must he must be intoxicated by ritual as

well as result. look at me i am laughing. i am laughing. i am lapping

cocaine from the hard brown palm of the bouncer. and i trust my guitar.

therefore we black out together. therefore i would run through scum. and

scum is just ahead, ah we see it, but we just laugh. we're ascending

through the hollow mountain. we are peeking. we are laughing. we are

kneeling. we are laughing. we are radiating at last. this rebellion is

just a gas our gas a gas that we pass

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