Patti Smith — Land: Horses/Land of a Thousand Dances/La Mer De

Horses The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea (A glass of tea) From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway (His gold nerves merged perfectly with the hallway) He merged perfectly with the hallway (A radiant light, an aura around the mirror merged and looked at Johnny) He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway (Fastened, in the kitchen) The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run But the movie kept moving as planned (Johnny wanted to run but the movie kept moving as planned) The boy took Johnny (The boy took Johnny), he pushed him against the locker (He pushed him against the locker) He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny (He drove it in, he drove it home) The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head against the locker Started crashing his head against the locker Started laughing hysterically When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs with their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses Land of A Thousand Dances Do you know how to pony like Bony Maroney? Do you know how to twist? Well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato Do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, I dig your baby sister And rise up on her knees Do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee Roll down on her back Got to lose control, got to lose control Got to lose control and then you take control Then you're rolled down on your back And you like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, like it like that And then you do the Watusi, yeah do the Watusi Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there in his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy can't you show me nothing but surrender?" And Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket Taped to his chest there's the answer You got pen knives and jack knives and switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying "Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain" And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud and go, Johnny, go, and do the Watusi, oh do the Watusi There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks Across the tracks and the name of the place is You like it like that, you like it like that You like it like that, you like it like that And the name of the band is Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes Baby calm down, better calm down On the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair And I didn't waste time, I just walked right up And saw that up there, there is a sea (He's always staring) Up there there is a sea, up there there is a sea The sea's the possibility (And in to time, he walked right up) There is no land but the land (Up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (Up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (Up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities (Up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me (There is a sea, there is a sea of possibilities) I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (In a sea of possibilities, up there, there is a) I felt his hand on my knee (On the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of coral flame (In the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (The spoon) And let it dip in (The veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire, that I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a Brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the Watusi Yeah do the Watusi, do the Watusi Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers (I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I—I that's how I That's how I I died (At that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (They knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility (No possibility, no possibility, no possibility) (The possibilities) Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land La Mer De Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream That went streaming through the sands like fingers Like arteries, like fingers (How much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (Your eyes) He opened his throat (Your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (Of a horse) mad pituitary glands The scream he made (And my heart) was so high (My heart) pitched that nobody heard No one heard that cry No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly (Throat) And so he seized the first (His vocal chords shot up) (The closest possibility) (Mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (There is nothin' happening at all) And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep Saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets, there was a man Dancing around to the simple Rock and roll song