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Sonic Youth
Sonic Youth


Информация
Откуда New York City, New York, USA
Жанры Alternative Rock
Noise Rock
Experimental Rock
Годы 1981—н.в.
Лейблы Interscope Records
Matador Records
DGC Records
Homestead Records
SST Records
Enigma Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Thurston Moore
Kim Gordon
Lee Ranaldo
Steve Shelley
Mark Ibold
Бывшие участники
Jim Sclavunos
Anne DeMarinis
Richard Edson
Bob Bert
Jim O'Rourke



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Sister (1987)
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[Thurston]
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"

My Future is static
It's already had it
I could tuck you in
And we can talk about it
I had a dream
And it split the scene
But I got a hunch

. . .



[Thurston]
I got a catholic block
Inside my head
I let it go to work
Bring it all back home

It serves you right
And I can motor down
You got to earn yr freedom
Get it on my own

I just live 4ever
There just is no end
I just trust the oppression
Like I trust yr friends

I got a catholic block
Inside my head
I let it play around
Iron to gold

Come back to me awhile

I got a catholic block it's around my head
I got a catholic block and it's blood orange red
I got a catholic block do you like to fuck?

. . .



[Kim]
There's something in the air there
Makes you go insane
Brings you back to me
It's been so long
All that I have to do
Is live along
It's coming coming down
Over me
Do you want to see
The explosions in my eye
Do you want to see
The reflection of
How we used to be
Beauty lies
In the eyes of anothers dreams
Beauty lies
Lost in anothers dream
It's coming coming down
Over me
Do you want to see
The explosions in my eye
Do you want to see
The reflection of
How it used to be

Hey baby
Hey sweetheart
Hey fox come here
Hey beautiful

. . .



[Thurston]
Seven
Seven

I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
I can't get laid cuz everyone is dead
Hey - gold connections
Analog soul waving in yr hair
Hey - hylozoic directions
She's talking blue streaks everywhere
Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies
Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey - stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down
Hey - hypostatic information

. . .



[Lee]
Stretch me to the point where I stop
Run ten thousand miles and then think of me
I think you know the place we should meet
Don't worry if it's dark and I'm late

Run me out a thin wire
Help me to kill this, love
I'll meet you tonite at the bottom of the well
Just feel around in the dark until you get the idea

I'm not moving doesn't mean I can't
Flame on in my head
My best friend sucked his wife's blood an shriveled up
He was mistaken for sane

We move and groove and cut loose from fear
We should kill time, we'll shut it down
I've got a pipeline straight to the heart of you
Opening in my head

Bright glass on a chair being wound around us
The toiling of idle hands
Dripping,
With guilt
A secret form of punishment
Axes thru skulls
Shadow of futility
Endless / revolt
The shining of light and shadows

Dividing each existance
No-one is right
Nothing is solid
Nothing can be held in my hands for long

Discontinuity
Sandy beaches
Bridges sinking into the sea
Beautiful confusion
You're a fading memory


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[Thurston]
He's running on a tuff gnarl in his head
He's got a fatal erection home in bed
He's really smart and he's really fast
He's got a hard tit killer fuck in his past
Saints preserve us in hot young stuff
The saving grace is a sonic pig pile
Amazing grazing strange and raging
Flies are flaring through your brains
Spastic flailing literally raising my roof
An adrenal mental man-tool box explodes in music creates utopia
You gnarl out on my nerves you weird and crush the cranking raunch
Flesh dirt forcefield lost and found let's burn your broken heart
Set our sight on sights not yet set let's scorch your wavo wig

. . .



[Kim]
Come on get in the car
Lets go for a ride somewhere
I won't hurt you
As much as you hurt me
Let me take you there
Before the sun goes down
Come on give me your love
Comon baby all you have
I wanna take your breathe away
Comon baby
Just like that, you say
You make me feel so crazy
Comon get in the car
Lets go for a ride somewhere
I won't hurt you
You make me feel so crazy

Come on get in the car
Lets go for a ride somewhere
I won't hurt you
As much as you hurt me
Let me take you there
Before the sun goes down
Come on give me your love
Comon baby all you have
I wanna take your breathe away
Comon baby
Just like that, you say
You make me feel so crazy
Comon get in the car
Lets go for a ride somewhere
You make me feel so good

. . .



[Thurston]
Insulation
In my circulation
Emanating rhythm
Sick of that incision
Nazi operation
Devastation
Wire up the radio
And an emanating rhythm
Wire up the radio
Turn the treble and find my limit

Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart
Like this!

Next thing you know
They're moving in
Pull the zipper
It's sliding in
I don't have a reason
Honey bring yr best men
Wire up the radio
And an emanating rhythm
Wire up for the cranial
Turn the treble and...

Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart
Like this!

Kickin' in the night shifts
Greasing up my fingertips
They can't find us
Everybody's trying to
Got my eyes on the controls
Hand over let's go

Wire up the radio
And an emanating rhythm
Wire up the, the radio
Turn the treble and find my limit

Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart
Hotwire my heart

. . .



Love has come to stay in all the way
Its gonna stay forever and every day
It feels like a wish coming true
It feels like an angel dreaming of you
Feels like heaven forgiving and getting
Feels like we're fading and celebrating
You got a carnal spirit spraying
I'm gonna laugh it up
You got a cotton crown I'm gonna keep it underground
You're gonna take control of the chemistry
And you're gonna manifest the mystery
You got a magic wheel in your memory
I'm wasted in time and I'm looking everywhere
I don't care where
I don't care where
Angels are dreaming of you
Angels are dreaming of you
Angels are dreaming of you
Angels are dreaming of you

New York City is forever kitty
I'm wasted in time and you're never ready
Fading fading celebrating
I got your cotton crown
I got your cotton crown
I got your cotton crown
I got your cotton crown
I got your cotton crown

. . .



[Thurston]
Burning inside
(I cross myself
It doesn't help)
Because I'm not smart enough
(I'm digging into
Hot white)
Learning not to lie
(we cross it out
And stay away)

Burning inside

. . .



[Thurston]
One two, one two, one two titty
I know every nook and cranny in New York City
We're Ciccone and that's enough
I'm the Royal Tuff Titty and you gotta taste my love
Taste my love
Yeah

Come on everybody and rock with me
I am the one on the Christmas tree
Now whippin' out the words like a moving story
Now walking up the stairs and corkin' up the board
Trippin' anywhere, I don't fuckin' care
Put on some dark eyes and wave me goodbye

Yooo

Ya
Oooh

Cicc
Ciccone
Ci ci ciciccone
Ci ci ci ciccone
Ci ci ci ci ci

[?] down
(Cough cough cough cough)

Yeah
I know
I know
Gene Simmons is an ugly mother

I know
I know
Ci ciccone
Ci cicone
We're ciccone
We're ciccone
We're ciccone
We're ciccone

I know

Oaaoaw

[I'm talking about?]

oh

Gotta balance that's jealous that summer on crack made me ...
Like a house of the ghetto...
Saying all is one and one is two to many
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh
Ssssssss

London fuck you're pissing me off
Hollywood weirdo, cough cough cough
Won't you please let me rock you
Now I'm just a boy with not much to do
Everybody says doesn't come from above
You're gonna scream when you taste my love
Taste my love
Yeah.....C-C-C-C-Ciccone...C-C-C-C-Ciccone..
Yeah we're Ciccone...
...aaaaaaaaahhhhh........
We're ciccone...ciccone..c-ciccone..ciccone

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