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I haven't fucked much with the past, |
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But I've fucked plenty with the future. |
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Over the skin of silk are scars |
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From the splinters of stations |
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And walls I've caressed. |
| [00:18.01] |
A stage is like each bolt of wood, |
| [00:19.88] |
Like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. |
| [00:22.00] |
I would measure the success of a night |
| [00:25.00] |
By the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed |
| [00:27.25] |
I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. |
| [00:30.55] |
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off |
| [00:33.17] |
With a skirt of green net sewed over |
| [00:35.61] |
With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. |
| [00:38.10] |
The lights were violet and white. |
| [00:39.79] |
I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. |
| [00:43.47] |
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, |
| [00:44.97] |
But now my hair itself is a veil, |
| [00:46.78] |
And the scalp inside is a scalp of |
| [00:48.52] |
A crazy and sleepy Comanche |
| [00:49.34] |
Lies beneath this netting of the skin. |
| [00:53.21] |
I wake up. I am lying peacefully |
| [00:54.95] |
I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. |
| [01:00.51] |
I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. |
| [01:03.50] |
In heart I am a Moslem; |
| [01:05.25] |
In heart I am an American; |
| [01:07.00] |
In heart I am Moslem, |
| [01:09.37] |
In heart I'm an American artist, |
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And I have no guilt. |
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I seek pleasure. |
| [01:15.14] |
I seek the nerves under your skin. |
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The narrow archway; the layers; |
| [01:18.01] |
The scroll of ancient lettuce. |
| [01:19.51] |
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, |
| [01:22.63] |
The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. |
| [01:26.15] |
He spared the child and spoiled the rod. |
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I have not sold myself to God. |
