Lirik Lagu NYC Ghosts & Flowers - Sonic Youth
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When the phone rang, 3 in the morn, dead middle of nightThere was nuthin on the lineI set back the silent receiver / tiny flames lit in my headHey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny?I can't remember his last nameHe's turned to dust now, one of the chosen fewLeft out in the rain, out of town againLeft out in the rain, ocean bound I guess
Between the matress and a column of hazy facesI remember every word you saidQuite a clear picture ev'ry word you saidThe door was open but the way was not litAnd 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 avenueImpersonating real men / not knowing who they really wereNow here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and goodThe 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 nameAmong nyc ghosts and flowersWill we meet? to run again?Thru nyc ghosts and flowers
Between the matress and a column of hazy facesI remember every word you saidQuite a clear picture ev'ry word you saidThe door was open but the way was not litAnd 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 avenueImpersonating real men / not knowing who they really wereNow here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and goodThe 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 nameAmong nyc ghosts and flowersWill we meet? to run again?Thru nyc ghosts and flowers
