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High On Rebellion
Lyricist：Patti Smith
[Incomprehensible]
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, 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, woah, this rebellion is just a gas
Our gas, a gas that we pass
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