Patti Smith - High On Rebellion Lyrics

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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. 

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