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    Patti Smith, Piss Factory # 1974

    Piss Factory

    Sixteen and time to pay off
    I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
    Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
    But it's a paycheck, Jack.
    It's so hot in here, hot like Sahara
    You could faint in the heat
    But these bitches are just too lame to understand
    Too goddamned grateful to get this job
    To know they're getting screwed up the ass
    All these women they got no teeth or gum or cranium
    And the way they suck hot sausage
    But me well I wasn't sayin' too much neither
    I was moral school girl hard-working asshole
    I figured I was speedo motorcycle
    I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough

    But no you gotta, you gotta [relate, babe,]
    You gotta find the rhythm within
    Floor boss slides up to me and he says
    "Hey sister, you just movin' too fast,
    You screwin' up the quota,
    You doin' your piece work too fast,
    Now you get off your mustang sally
    You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere."
    I lay back. I get my nerve up. I take a swig of Romilar
    And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say
    "Hey, hey sister it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow,
    There's always more labor after."
    She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says
    "There's one reason. There's one reason.
    You do it my way or I push your face in.
    We knee you in the john if you don't get off your get off your mustang Sally,
    If you don't shake it up baby." Shake it up, baby. Twist & shout"
    Oh that I could will a radio here. James Brown singing
    "I Lost Someone" or the Jesters and the Paragons
    And Georgie Woods the guy with the goods and Guided Missiles ...
    But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window,
    Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster,
    Where I look down, look at sweet Theresa's convent
    All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round
    With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning.
    Oh to me they, you know, to me they look pretty damn free down there
    Down there not having crystal smooth
    Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
    Not having to worry about the [inspeed] the dogma the [inspeed] of labor
    They look pretty damn free down there,
    And the way they smell, the way they smell
    And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat
    I would rather smell the way boys smell--
    Oh those schoolboys the way their legs flap under the desks in study hall
    That odor rising roses and ammonia
    And way their dicks droop like lilacs
    Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
    But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
    Her against the wheel me against the wheel
    Oh slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane
    In steel next to Dot Hook -- oh we may look the same--
    Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees
    But I will never faint, I will never faint
    They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint
    I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down
    Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me
    Every afternoon like the last one
    Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook
    And yeah we look the same
    Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'
    But you know she got nothin' to hide
    And I got something to hide here called desire
    I got something to hide here called desire
    And I will get out of here--
    You know the fiery potion is just about to come
    In my nose is the taste of sugar
    And I got nothin' to hide here save desire
    And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here
    I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train,
    I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City
    I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna get on that train, go to New York City,
    I'm gonna be so bad I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return,
    Never return, no, never return, to burn out in this piss factory
    And I will travel light.
    Oh, watch me now.

    Patti Smith : Horses & Hey Joe Concert  concert #1976

    Mal vu, mal dit  # circa 1984 >

    Jean-Luc Godard, qui dans son film socialisme à fait intervenir Patti Smith s'entretient avec Jan Decorte

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