Horses, horses: para llegar, para huir, para regresar.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea / From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating / Another boy was sliding up the hallway / He merged perfectly with the hallway, / He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway / / The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, / but the movie kept moving as planned / The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, / He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny / 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. / 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, dig your baby sister / 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, / Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi / / Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin / Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, / Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?” / 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 the / Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, / Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes / / Baby calm down, better calm down, / In 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, / I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that / up there -- there is a sea / up there -- there is a sea / up there -- there is a sea / the sea's the possibility / 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 / I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor / (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee / (on the screen) / And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold 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 deep 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 / / 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 / Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities / There's no land but the land / / 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, / And so he seized the first / (his vocal chords shot up) / (possibility) / (like mad pituitary glands) / It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate / (there is nothing 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 & roll / song.
Patti Smith (Chicago, 1946): Horses, del álbum del mismo nombre (1975)