High On Rebellion

High On Rebellion - Patti Smith (帕蒂·史密斯)

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 coc*ine 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