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25th Floor Written by - Patti Smith & Ivan Kral From - Easter We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies' lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance Too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round you Starting to fly Let's explore up there Up there, up there On the twenty-fifth floor Circle all around me Coming for the kill, kill, kill Oh, kill me, baby Like a kamikaze heading for a spill Oh, but it's all spilt milk to me Desire to dance Too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round you Starting to fly Let's soar up there Up there, up there On the twenty-fifth floor We do not eat flower of creation We do not eat Eat anything at all Love is, love was Love is a manifestation I'm waiting for a contact to call Love's war Love's cruel Love's pretty Love's pretty cruel tonight I'm waiting here to refuel I'm gonna make contact tonight Love in my heart The night to exploit Twenty-five stories over Detroit And there's more up there Up there, up there Stoned in space Zeus, Christ It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be Within the context of neo-rock we must open up our eyes And seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man To reform and transform waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste The transformation of waste Is perhaps the oldest preoccupation of man Man being the chosen alloy He must be reconnected Via shit At all cost Inherent with us is the dream of the task of the alchemist To create from the clay of man And to recreate from excretion of man pure And then soft and then solid gold All must not be art Some art we must disintegrate Positive (Anarchy must exist) (I feel it swirling around me I feel it feeling no pain I'm waiting above for you baby I know that I'll see you up there I'm floating in a door backward On boundaries over this world I'm waiting above in the sky Dear upon a...) ©1978 Ninja Music |