- Lyrics
- Album list
Patti Smith Group
-
25th Floor
Lyricist:Jay Dee Daugherty, Leonard J Kaye, Ivan Kral, Patricia Lee Smith
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 split 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
(I feel it swirling around me) We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke (I feel it feeling no pain) Which man calls order (I'm waiting above for you baby) Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man (I know that I'll see you up there) To reform and transform waste
The transformation of waste (I'm floating in a door backward) (On boundaries over this world) The transformation of waste (I'm waiting above in the sky, dear) The transformation of waste (Upon a [Incomprehensible])
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man ([Incomprehensible]) Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit ([Incomprehensible]) At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist ([Incomprehensible]) To create from the clay of man ([Incomprehensible])
And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft And then solid gold All must not be art, some art we must disintegrate Positive
-
|