Sonic Youth - NYC Ghosts & Flowers Lyrics






When the phone rang, 3 in the morn, dead middle of night
There was nuthin on the line
I set back the silent receiver
tiny flames lit in my head
Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny?
I can't remember his last name
He's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few
Left out in the rain, out of town again
Left out in the rain, ocean bound I guess

Between the matress and a column of hazy faces
I remember every word you said
Quite a clear picture ev'ry word you said
The door was open but the way was not lit
And there was no way out of my head

On a crimson hiway by a chrome bumper I last saw you:
Alive
inclined to thrive
evening fireflies lit sparks around yr head

But wait a minute let's back up a bit:
Some famous stars were busted by the thought police down on fashion avenue
Impersonating real men
not knowing who they really were
Now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and good
The kids are up late dreaming quiet questions in a graceful mood:

Can you please pass me a jug of winter light?
Fold me in an ocean's whim?
In sweet corrosive fire light?
In the city made of tin?

Are you famous under the skin?
Familiar with the things you wanted?
Able now to take it all in?
Making peace w/ every hole in the story?

Did lightning keep you up all night?
Illuminate the soot and grit?
Can you tell how high the sky tonight?
Dig out from under in spite of it?

Can you cover up the one that floats?
Can you push back the hours?
I hear yr voice, I speak yr name
Among nyc ghosts and flowers
Will we meet? to run again?
Thru nyc ghosts and flowers





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  1. J.... ....

    A prediction of the 9/11

  2. F.... O....

    great album

  3. D.... M....

    Fuck Pitchfork

  4. K.... M....

    You can tell they really liked Slint during this period. I'm not saying Sonic Youth didn't influence Slint, but this sounds like Spiderland to me.

  5. M.... ....

    Lee Ranaldo at his best.

  6. M.... C....

    When the phone rang, 3 in the morning
    Dead middle of night
    There was nothing on the line
    I set back the silent receiver
    Tiny flames lit in my head
    Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember Lenny?
    I can't remember his last name
    He's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few
    Left out in the rain, out of town again
    Left out in the rain, ocean bound I guess

    Between the mattress
    And a column of hazy faces
    I remember every word you said
    Quite a clear picture: every word you said
    The door was open but the way was not lit
    And there was no way out of my head

    On a crimson highway by a chrome bumper
    I last saw you alive, inclined to thrive
    Evening fireflies lit sparks around your head
    But wait a minute, let's back up a bit
    Some famous stars were busted
    Down on fashion avenue
    Impersonating real men
    Not knowing who they really were

    Now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet
    And good
    The kids are up late dreaming quiet questions
    In a graceful mood
    Can you please pass me a jug of winter light?
    Fold me in an ocean's whim?
    In sweet corrosive fire light?
    In the city made of tin?
    Are you famous under the skin?
    Familiar with the things you wanted?
    Able now to take it all in?
    Making peace with every hole in the story?

    Did lightning keep you up all night?
    Illuminate the soot and grit?
    Can you tell how high the sky tonight?
    Dig out from under in spite of it?
    Can you cover up the one that floats?
    Push back the hours?
    I hear your voice, I speak your name
    Among New York City ghosts and flowers
    Will we meet? To run again?
    Thru New York City ghosts and flowers

  7. m.... ....

    ROCK
    See you in New York