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High On Rebellion Written by - Patti Smith From - Easter 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 ©1974, 1975, 1976, 1977, 1978 Druse Music |