RE: Patti on Horses Horses

[L French <lrfrench>]

Mitch: 

Good point about the Nuns... I hadn't thought about
the scandal the Catholic church might have raised had
Patti included Nuns crotches being violated, or
associating Nuns with Fags...  although it seems to be
okay if priests (in the best traditional of William
Burroughs) molest young wild boys.     

This early version of "land" came from Patti's Horses
songbook... There were no lyrics or sheet music
included for "land" just a reproduced one page draftof
Patti's  handwritten notes, dated April 1975 
(version) IV. 

Here is the complete text:  
 

"Johnny was waiting in the hallway. he was drinking a
glass of Tea and smoothing his stomache. A rythum
generated from the end of the hall. Another boy
(mexican, it doesnt matter) was sliding up (putting
up) posters. 6-foot identical convent advertisements.
Thirty nuns up quick and slick. Jimmy Cliff on the
radio. the harder they come. the paste is drying. the
mexican has a hard-on. Johnny puts down his glass of
tea. he wants to run but the movie goes on as planned.
he rams his cock home. no one comes. No one came. The
corridor is empty. Johnny was wailing. he puts down
his glass of tea. he lights a cigarette. the hallway
goes on forever. he mounts his steed and they fly thru
the hallway. his crotch is burning. he laughs
hysterically. everywhere horses and women are closing
in. everywhere Titos face is burning holes in the
crotches of the sisters and from the other end of time
a rythum is generating. a rythum, a rythum of horses.
do you know how to pony? He imagines hes being
surrounded by horses. life is full of holes. do the
paul bowles. oh see him lying there. hes in the
desert there. down in old tangiers. wild boys
burroughed in the sand in mexico w / marvelous teeth /
crumbling / with buttered hair and greased gestures.
on knees, all fours, all pictures of surrender. and
mary like the sisters moves from her holy card and
taunts them. well pretty mexican boy tell us what else
can you show us but surrender. they move, they rise,
they pull off their leather jackets. taped to their
chests is the answer. they got pen knives / jack
knives and switchblades preferred. switch blades
preferred. they wail, they scream, say life is full of
pain / push it thru your brain. fill your nose w /
snow and go boys go. flow rimbaud and do the watusi,
do the watusi, to a place, a place called space. Its
across the track. the name of the place is, I like it
like that. the name of the band is, the Twistelettes,
Twistelettes. let it come. let it come down. let it
calm down. The sisters are lying naked in the sand w /
their knees open. the pretty wild boys are coming in
on horseback. theyre all virgin. theyre gonna
deliver. sisters and pretty boys merging. Fags and
nuns are one. In the hall (cut to) 
nobody came. no one was. . ." 





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