Текст (слова) песни: Patti Smith - Babelogue

I haven`t fucked much with the past, but I`ve fucked 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 whore. He spared
the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Patti Smith - Babelogue I haven`t fucked much with the past, but I`ve fucked 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 whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Babelogue: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/8905.html Все тексты песен: Patti Smith » Patti Smith - Ask the Angels » Patti Smith - 25th Floor » Patti Smith - Trampin` » Patti Smith - Lo And Beholden » Patti Smith - Dont Say Nothing » Patti Smith - Ghost Dance » Patti Smith - Broken Flag » Patti Smith - Distant Fingers » Patti Smith - Because The Night » Patti Smith - Piss Factory » Patti Smith - Jubilee » Patti Smith - Kimberly » Patti Smith - As the Night Goes By » Patti Smith - Land » Patti Smith - Seven Ways of Going » Patti Smith - The Wicked Messenger » Patti Smith - Pissing in a River » Patti Smith - Frederick » Patti Smith - Pumping » Patti Smith - Spell Рекомендуем скачать: » Белый Орел - Я один, и ты одна » Булат Окуджава - У парижского спаниеля » Борис Гордон - Старая дачная песня » Бригадный подряд - Иван Факов » Борис Щеглов - Тундра » Бригадный подряд - Сенкевич » Булат Окуджава - В Барабанном переулке барабанщики живут... » Борис Вайханский - (первоначальное название Романс поручика Мышлаевского к спектаклю по роману М. Булгакова Белая гвард » Булат Окуджава - Мой карандашный портрет » Буч (Butch) - Утренний свет » Борис Вайханский - Река » Бочарова Лора - Уленшпигель » Борис Гордон - Ремонт Дома Гоголя » Би-2 - Новолунье » Бум - Я не плачу » Блестящие - Однажды любовь » Борис Бурда - Примерный проект гимна КСП » Борис Вайханский - Ночная песня андалузских моряков » Борис Вайханский - Зачем » Бригадный подряд - Мордобой
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