You're it
No, you're it
Hey, you're really it
You're it
No I mean it, you're it
Say it
Don't spray it
Spirit desire (face me)
Spirit desire (don't displace me)
Spirit desire
We will fall
Miss me
Don't dismiss me
Spirit desire
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two
Time to get it
Before you let it
Get to you
Here he comes now
Stick to your guns
And let him through
Everybody's coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew
Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you
Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear why you fade away
Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin'
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now
It better work out
I hope it works out my way
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now
You better look it
We're gonna shake it
Up to him
He acts the hero
We paint a zero
On his hand
We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze
It's time to go round
A one man showdown
Teach us how to fail
We're off the streets now
And back on the road
On the riot trail
Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation Album Lyrics
Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation Lyrics
Writer: STEVE SHELLEY, THURSTON MOORE, LEE RANALDO, KIM GORDON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Silver Rocket
[Thurston]
Snake in it
Jack into the wall
TV amp on fire
Blowin' in the hall
Gun yr. sled
Close yr. peeping toms
Turbo organizer
Crankin' on the knob
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Hit the power
Psycho helmets on
You got to splice yr. halo
Take it to a moon
Nymphoid clamor
Fuelling up the hammer
You got to fake out the robot
And pulse up the zoom
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Can't forget the flashing
Can't forget the smashing
The sending and the bending
The ampisphere re-entry
You gotta have the time
Got a letter in your mind
Gotta heart injection
That you got yourself a line
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Snake in it
Jack into the wall
TV amp on fire
Blowin' in the hall
Gun yr. sled
Close yr. peeping toms
Turbo organizer
Crankin' on the knob
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Hit the power
Psycho helmets on
You got to splice yr. halo
Take it to a moon
Nymphoid clamor
Fuelling up the hammer
You got to fake out the robot
And pulse up the zoom
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Can't forget the flashing
Can't forget the smashing
The sending and the bending
The ampisphere re-entry
You gotta have the time
Got a letter in your mind
Gotta heart injection
That you got yourself a line
You got it
Yeh ride the silver rocket
Can't stop it
Burnin hole in yr pocket
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Sprawl
[Kim]
To the extent that I wear skirts
And cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell
Does this sound simple?
F*ck you! Are you for sale?
Does 'F*ck you' sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on
But he was candy all over
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
I grew up in a shotgun row
Sliding down the hill
Out front were the big machines
Steel and rusty now I guess
Outback was the river
And that big sign down the road
That's where it all started
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, more, more, more
To the extent that I wear skirts
And cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell
Does this sound simple?
F*ck you! Are you for sale?
Does 'F*ck you' sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on
But he was candy all over
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
I grew up in a shotgun row
Sliding down the hill
Out front were the big machines
Steel and rusty now I guess
Outback was the river
And that big sign down the road
That's where it all started
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, more, more, more
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cross The Breeze
[Kim]
Let's go walking on the water
Come all the way please
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
No need to be scared
Let's jump into the day
I wanna know
I think I oughta go
Close your eyes and make believe
You can do whatever you please
I wanna know
I think I better go
Let's go walkin on water
Now you think I'm Satan's daughter
I wanna know
Please let me go!
Just too quick
Now I think I'm gonna be sick
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
I'm trying for the future
It's funny that way
I wanna know
I wanna know!
I took a look into the hate
It made me feel very up to date
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
Hold me tight, down on my knees
So I don't go burning 'cross the breeze
I wanna know
I wanna know!
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
Burning 'cross the breeze
Burning 'cross the breeze
Blowing 'cross the breeze
Let's go walking on the water
Come all the way please
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
No need to be scared
Let's jump into the day
I wanna know
I think I oughta go
Close your eyes and make believe
You can do whatever you please
I wanna know
I think I better go
Let's go walkin on water
Now you think I'm Satan's daughter
I wanna know
Please let me go!
Just too quick
Now I think I'm gonna be sick
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
I'm trying for the future
It's funny that way
I wanna know
I wanna know!
I took a look into the hate
It made me feel very up to date
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
Hold me tight, down on my knees
So I don't go burning 'cross the breeze
I wanna know
I wanna know!
I wanna know
Should I stay or go?
Burning 'cross the breeze
Burning 'cross the breeze
Blowing 'cross the breeze
Writer: THURSTON MOORE, STEVE SHELLEY, KIM GORDON, LEE RANALDO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Erics Trip
(Hatred)
(I hate the past)
I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
That's clear enough
And that's what's important, to see me
My eyes can focus
My brain is talking
It looks pretty good to me
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
It looks pretty good to me
Sometimes I speak
Tonight there's nothing to say
Sometimes we freak
And laugh all day
Hold these pages up to the light
See the jackknife inside of the dream
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep-freeze
Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country?
Your eyes so full, your head so tight
Can't you hear me?
Remember our talk that day on the phone?
I said I was the door, and you were the station
With shattered glass and miles between us
We still flew away in the conversation
My cup is full, and I feel okay
The world is dull, but not today
She think's she's a goddess
She says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
If she can bear to hear it?
This is Eric's trip
We've all come to watch him slip
He's slipping all the way to Texas
Can you dig it?
I see with a glass eye
The pavement view
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing
Through me to you
We tore down the world, and put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, f*cking the future
I'm high and inside your kiss
We can't see clear
But what we see is alright
We make up what we can't hear
And then we sing all night
Scattered pages and shattered lights
See the jackknife, see the dream
There's something moving over there to the right
Like nothing I've never seen
(I hate the past)
I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
That's clear enough
And that's what's important, to see me
My eyes can focus
My brain is talking
It looks pretty good to me
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
It looks pretty good to me
Sometimes I speak
Tonight there's nothing to say
Sometimes we freak
And laugh all day
Hold these pages up to the light
See the jackknife inside of the dream
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep-freeze
Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country?
Your eyes so full, your head so tight
Can't you hear me?
Remember our talk that day on the phone?
I said I was the door, and you were the station
With shattered glass and miles between us
We still flew away in the conversation
My cup is full, and I feel okay
The world is dull, but not today
She think's she's a goddess
She says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
If she can bear to hear it?
This is Eric's trip
We've all come to watch him slip
He's slipping all the way to Texas
Can you dig it?
I see with a glass eye
The pavement view
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing
Through me to you
We tore down the world, and put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, f*cking the future
I'm high and inside your kiss
We can't see clear
But what we see is alright
We make up what we can't hear
And then we sing all night
Scattered pages and shattered lights
See the jackknife, see the dream
There's something moving over there to the right
Like nothing I've never seen
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Total Trash
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
It's never the same
It's more than a game
Can't take it away
Can't kill all the shame
It's a guilty man
That increased the crack
It's total trash
Sack 'em on the back
With a heavy rock
There he goes again
Magic monkey friend
Can I love the time
That he seems to spend
With all the kids in town
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
It's never the same
It's more than a game
Can't take it away
Can't kill all the shame
It's a guilty man
That increased the crack
It's total trash
Sack 'em on the back
With a heavy rock
There he goes again
Magic monkey friend
Can I love the time
That he seems to spend
With all the kids in town
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hey Joni
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
Hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
These times can't add up, your life is such a mess
Forget the past, and just say yes
Tell me Joni, am I the one
To see you through?
In this broken town can you still jack in
And know what to do?
I remember our youth, our high ideals
I remember you were so uptight
That time in the trees, we broke that vise
We took some steps and now we can't think twice
Tell me Joni, am I right by you?
Tell me how you're gonna lose this hard luck?
Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true?
You'd better find a way to climb down off that truck
Shots ring out from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
She's a beautiful mental jukebox, a sailboat explosion
A snap of electric whip crack
She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking long and hard about that wild sound
And wondering, will it last?
Kick it!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
There's something turning, it's turning right to you
My head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
Hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
Forget the future, these times are such a mess
Tune out the past, and just say yes
It's ninteen-sixty-three
It's ninteen-sixty-four
It's ninteen-fifty-seven
It's ninteen-sixty-two
Put it all behind you
Now it's all behind you
Hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
These times can't add up, your life is such a mess
Forget the past, and just say yes
Tell me Joni, am I the one
To see you through?
In this broken town can you still jack in
And know what to do?
I remember our youth, our high ideals
I remember you were so uptight
That time in the trees, we broke that vise
We took some steps and now we can't think twice
Tell me Joni, am I right by you?
Tell me how you're gonna lose this hard luck?
Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true?
You'd better find a way to climb down off that truck
Shots ring out from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
She's a beautiful mental jukebox, a sailboat explosion
A snap of electric whip crack
She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking long and hard about that wild sound
And wondering, will it last?
Kick it!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
There's something turning, it's turning right to you
My head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
Hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
Forget the future, these times are such a mess
Tune out the past, and just say yes
It's ninteen-sixty-three
It's ninteen-sixty-four
It's ninteen-fifty-seven
It's ninteen-sixty-two
Put it all behind you
Now it's all behind you
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Providence
"Watt Here! I'm downstairs from your window... if you're up...
Pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]"
"Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling
From Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta
Watch the motin' Thurston, your f*ckin' memory just goes out tha window.
We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in
That trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in
Your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye."
Pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]"
"Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling
From Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta
Watch the motin' Thurston, your f*ckin' memory just goes out tha window.
We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in
That trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in
Your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye."
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Candle
I see a dog star divin' at his magic, snatchin'
Keeps me up awake go crystal cracking
I can't wait
I can't stay, a candle
Gotta change my mind before it burns out
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop
I see a falling snowgirl walking Broadway
Turns the corner at 14th and I know there's no way
It's alright
It's alight candle
And I know she'll be okay by Sunday
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Humming bash starts shining
In your electric clock
It's safe to say, candle
Tonight's the day, candle
It's alright now, candle
The wind's away, candle
Never thought I'd see a dog star falling
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop
Keeps me up awake go crystal cracking
I can't wait
I can't stay, a candle
Gotta change my mind before it burns out
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop
I see a falling snowgirl walking Broadway
Turns the corner at 14th and I know there's no way
It's alright
It's alight candle
And I know she'll be okay by Sunday
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Humming bash starts shining
In your electric clock
It's safe to say, candle
Tonight's the day, candle
It's alright now, candle
The wind's away, candle
Never thought I'd see a dog star falling
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Rain King
Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go
It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid
Little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist
His mind a countdown
His daydream sparks
I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey
I like to say I knew one true thing
It feels like years and all I've done is fought
And not turned up, anything
Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed
I'm waiting here for, some reality crease
There's one big deadend, in my head
And not a moment of peace
Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid
Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when
He's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten
His mind a countdown
His daylight sparks
Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail
Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while
Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid
I hear this world, cool world, dreaming of a peaceful kiss
It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid
Little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist
His mind a countdown
His daydream sparks
I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey
I like to say I knew one true thing
It feels like years and all I've done is fought
And not turned up, anything
Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed
I'm waiting here for, some reality crease
There's one big deadend, in my head
And not a moment of peace
Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid
Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when
He's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten
His mind a countdown
His daylight sparks
Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail
Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while
Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid
I hear this world, cool world, dreaming of a peaceful kiss
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Kissability
Look into my eyes, don't you trust me?
You're so good, you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna?
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You're driving me crazy, you smell so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Look into my eyes, don't you trust me?
You're so soft, you make me hard
I'll put you on a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got kissability
You sigh hard, don't you wanna?
You've got twistability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You drive me crazy, you smell so sick
I feel so tired, you made me sick
You're driving me crazy, I feel so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Look into my eyes, don't you diss me
You're so good, you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna?
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You're driving me crazy, you smell so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
You're so good, you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna?
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You're driving me crazy, you smell so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Look into my eyes, don't you trust me?
You're so soft, you make me hard
I'll put you on a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got kissability
You sigh hard, don't you wanna?
You've got twistability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You drive me crazy, you smell so sick
I feel so tired, you made me sick
You're driving me crazy, I feel so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Look into my eyes, don't you diss me
You're so good, you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna?
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna?
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You're driving me crazy, you smell so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Writer: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Trilogy
[The Wonder]
[Thurston]
See flashing eyes
They're flashing cross to me
Burnin up the sky
Sunshinin to me
Yr locus crown
Copkillin heartbeat
Head's lookin down
Bowin out to the street
I'm just walking around
Yr city is a wonder town
Lips red to white
Lips green in blacked night
Yr spirit flares
Flarin up leonine
I'm just walking around
Yr city is a wonder town
Transmitter rhyme
Transmitter all the time
Lookin up to the sky
I'm seeing ghosts flyin
I'm just walkin around
Yr city is a wonder town
I think I been there once before
Something tells me there's so much more
She's back in town to even the score
Time to go
See flashing eyes
They're flashing 'cross to me
Burnin' up the sky
Sunshining into me
Your locus crown
Cop-killin' heartbeat
Head's lookin' down
Bowin' out, to the street
I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town
[Hyperstation]
[Thurston]
Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor
Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door
From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard
Last night's dream was a talking baby lizard
All comin' from hu-man imagination
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
Smashed-up against a car at three A.M.
Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head
There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped
I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick
It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
[Eliminator Jr.]
[Kim]
Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits
This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make a butcher out of the bone
Take a walk in the park? Shit, yeah!
A poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy coming right through me
Rich boy, poor boy
Poor rich boy coming right through me
[Thurston]
See flashing eyes
They're flashing cross to me
Burnin up the sky
Sunshinin to me
Yr locus crown
Copkillin heartbeat
Head's lookin down
Bowin out to the street
I'm just walking around
Yr city is a wonder town
Lips red to white
Lips green in blacked night
Yr spirit flares
Flarin up leonine
I'm just walking around
Yr city is a wonder town
Transmitter rhyme
Transmitter all the time
Lookin up to the sky
I'm seeing ghosts flyin
I'm just walkin around
Yr city is a wonder town
I think I been there once before
Something tells me there's so much more
She's back in town to even the score
Time to go
See flashing eyes
They're flashing 'cross to me
Burnin' up the sky
Sunshining into me
Your locus crown
Cop-killin' heartbeat
Head's lookin' down
Bowin' out, to the street
I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town
[Hyperstation]
[Thurston]
Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor
Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door
From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard
Last night's dream was a talking baby lizard
All comin' from hu-man imagination
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
Smashed-up against a car at three A.M.
Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head
There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped
I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick
It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
[Eliminator Jr.]
[Kim]
Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits
This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make a butcher out of the bone
Take a walk in the park? Shit, yeah!
A poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy coming right through me
Rich boy, poor boy
Poor rich boy coming right through me
Writer: Kim A Gordon, Thurston Joseph Moore, Lee M Ranaldo, Steve Shelley
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Daydream Nation is the fifth studio album by American alternative rock band Sonic Youth, released on October 18, 1988. The band recorded the album between July and August 1988 at Greene St. Recording in New York City, and it was released by Enigma Records as a double album.
After Daydream Nation was released, it received widespread acclaim from critics and earned Sonic Youth a major label deal. The album was ranked high in critics' year-end lists of 1988's best records, being voted second in The Village Voice's annual Pazz & Jop poll. Daydream Nation has since been widely considered to be Sonic Youth's greatest work, as well as one of the greatest albums of all time, specifically having a profound influence on the alternative and indie rock genres. It was chosen by the Library of Congress to be preserved in the National Recording Registry in 2005.
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Sonic YouthAfter Daydream Nation was released, it received widespread acclaim from critics and earned Sonic Youth a major label deal. The album was ranked high in critics' year-end lists of 1988's best records, being voted second in The Village Voice's annual Pazz & Jop poll. Daydream Nation has since been widely considered to be Sonic Youth's greatest work, as well as one of the greatest albums of all time, specifically having a profound influence on the alternative and indie rock genres. It was chosen by the Library of Congress to be preserved in the National Recording Registry in 2005.
Genre(s): Noise rock, alternative rock
Producer(s): Nick Sansano, Sonic Youth
Length: 70:47
Released: October 18th, 1988
Year: 1988