Sonic Youth - Eyeliner lyrics
[Sonic Youth - Eyeliner lyrics]
Eyeliner was so cheap
It was free, it was easy to steal because no
Sister would miss it really
Why would anyone steal it anyway?
You can apply it with the same expertise
As you have with your guitar
Just a bit so no one gets too in your face
Hit the street and go look for Angela
Licking Angela's thighs back and
Round and round
Black lined lashes is punk rock sex
Without all the hangups
Hit's are for squares and so is money
Burnt English muffin crunches
Nicely between teeth
With still a whole lotta future to go
Bags of records as currency
For rent and cigs and electricity
Shit and phone, prostitutes
On Chrystie and Delancey
Think I can afford sex
In Sara Delano Roosevelt Park?
Maybe I look like a rich kid
Or at least some kid with a bit of coin
They will take it i can't even imagine it
Nowhere to go but the back door
Hard boot kick to metal void
Cold beer stench speed plowed waitress
Some art rock types working our way
To ice cream and thin sheet glory
A smile on the Jesus freak
Hooked on our show
Burnished hearts blind to inevitable madness
Take care of the devil
Treat him with embrace
Alive with Mary Magdalene's heart
Her eyes light the screen, a siren
Breasts somewhat buttoned
Somewhat busting through
Next town over and I land into
Exasperated non-finish
Deliver me into tour mode
Fucking kids crashing through the woods
Stream language, resilient nature
Ripping through stones, rocks fallen branch
The chattering skulls of adult nayspeak
Dead orange alerts annoy the bedroom gate
The poems, like text-straps
Soothe and protect
And beautify the insect click
City noise, screeching car-things
Grandmothers in fractured finery
A perfect day to taste a dog's coat
Puppy lust and luck
Corrective licking strategies
She motions for a light curious
To the invasive fix eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner
It was free, it was easy to steal because no
Sister would miss it really
Why would anyone steal it anyway?
You can apply it with the same expertise
As you have with your guitar
Just a bit so no one gets too in your face
Hit the street and go look for Angela
Licking Angela's thighs back and
Round and round
Black lined lashes is punk rock sex
Without all the hangups
Hit's are for squares and so is money
Burnt English muffin crunches
Nicely between teeth
With still a whole lotta future to go
Bags of records as currency
For rent and cigs and electricity
Shit and phone, prostitutes
On Chrystie and Delancey
Think I can afford sex
In Sara Delano Roosevelt Park?
Maybe I look like a rich kid
Or at least some kid with a bit of coin
They will take it i can't even imagine it
Nowhere to go but the back door
Hard boot kick to metal void
Cold beer stench speed plowed waitress
Some art rock types working our way
To ice cream and thin sheet glory
A smile on the Jesus freak
Hooked on our show
Burnished hearts blind to inevitable madness
Take care of the devil
Treat him with embrace
Alive with Mary Magdalene's heart
Her eyes light the screen, a siren
Breasts somewhat buttoned
Somewhat busting through
Next town over and I land into
Exasperated non-finish
Deliver me into tour mode
Fucking kids crashing through the woods
Stream language, resilient nature
Ripping through stones, rocks fallen branch
The chattering skulls of adult nayspeak
Dead orange alerts annoy the bedroom gate
The poems, like text-straps
Soothe and protect
And beautify the insect click
City noise, screeching car-things
Grandmothers in fractured finery
A perfect day to taste a dog's coat
Puppy lust and luck
Corrective licking strategies
She motions for a light curious
To the invasive fix eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner eyeliner
Eyeliner