E-Bow the Letter :: R.E.M. and Patti Smith
“I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars,
hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras;
dreaming of Maria Callas,
whoever she is.
This fame thing, I don’t get it.
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it,
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves.
I can take you far.
This star thing, I don’t get it.”