Sonic Youth - Skip Tracer lyrics
[Sonic Youth - Skip Tracer lyrics]
This she did in public for us to see
She came in here too drunk to do the show
Between the trains and cars
Broken glass and lost hub-caps
Images of a gun
Row house, row house pass through
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets
Doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy played real good feedback
And super sounding riffs
With his mild mannered look on
Yeah he was truly hip
The girl started out in red patent leather
Very "I'm in a band" with knee pads
We watch her fall over and lay down
Shouting the poetic truths of
High school journal keepers
Row house row house pass through
Let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed
I'll see you, see you
See you on the highway
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake
A couple of Miss Donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to
The throat of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up
None of us know, where we're trying to get to
What sort of life?
What we're we trying to build
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
LA is more confusing now
Than anywhere I've ever been to
I'm from New York City
Breathe it out and let it in
Where are you now
When your broken eyes are closed?
Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
Borrowed and never returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on life
Hello 2015! Hello 2015!
She came in here too drunk to do the show
Between the trains and cars
Broken glass and lost hub-caps
Images of a gun
Row house, row house pass through
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets
Doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy played real good feedback
And super sounding riffs
With his mild mannered look on
Yeah he was truly hip
The girl started out in red patent leather
Very "I'm in a band" with knee pads
We watch her fall over and lay down
Shouting the poetic truths of
High school journal keepers
Row house row house pass through
Let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed
I'll see you, see you
See you on the highway
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake
A couple of Miss Donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to
The throat of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up
None of us know, where we're trying to get to
What sort of life?
What we're we trying to build
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
LA is more confusing now
Than anywhere I've ever been to
I'm from New York City
Breathe it out and let it in
Where are you now
When your broken eyes are closed?
Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
Borrowed and never returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on life
Hello 2015! Hello 2015!