Recoil - New York Nights lyrics

Mind numbing mentally crushing
Membrane sloshing noise (Noise)

Manhattan rumbled through night and
I never knew that
Had suspected, had read it on t–shirts:
"The city that never sleeps"
But didn't need to believe it
The onliest sound I believed was
The train pulling out
Heard from 'bout 6 blocks away
That was an all night sound
Smooth, not chatter

The noise was too noisy
I mean noisier than noise had to be
Noisier than the splash sound of the shore
Upon the roar of a 757
Taking the summer route
Upon mom vex cause littlе kids don't listen
Noise bigger than blockbustеr videos
Playing in the next room at the
4am matinee and the phone
That was just noise
I mean noisier than noise should be
Not ear deafening (Mind numbing)
Mentally crushing membrane sloshing
Noise (Noise)

Keithie and his boys walked and
Talked shit nights but
It was always distinct, not chatter
N' jersey girls didn't giggle at the freaks
'talianos sucking Corona bottles
Making crashes fill the street
Never plugged the void of my nights, because
The void was silence

Over in Bushwick
The ice cream man pulled his truck over while
Shall we say, he got his popsickle sucked
He pulled over his truck but the song kept on
All day, all night the song means the ice
Cream guy's gettin' some
It don't even mean ice cream
'Cause they hear the song
And there's no guy selling ice
Cream from the truck
'Sides, who got money to be giving kids
Every time they hear the song
Woven between the sounds of car
Horns and latin rhythms
(Car horns and latin rhythms)
And the ice cream guy gets death threats

Gotta get me a token
Make the rumble of the "A" my lullaby
Gotta escape to the womb of my room
I never believed in New York nights

I never slept in Manhattan before
21 years, 16 by the shore
It may have taken a while to
Get used to the silence
The absence of sound through night at my home
But, I've never slept in Manhattan before
It hurts
It is hurting my head as I write this
It is making my mind squeeze
It'self through a tiny doorway
Onto a massive stage
Where sound is disconnected from action
Each render themselves tiles in the mosaic
Pretty is the picture from far away
Gotta get me a token
Make the rumble of the "A" my lullaby
Gotta escape to the womb of my room
I never believed in New York nights

Gotta get me a token
Make the rumble of the "A" my lullaby
Gotta escape to the womb of my room

Each tone drifts against the next
With nowhere it would rather be
No desire of dominance
No call to signify nothing

Gotta get me a token
Make the rumble of the "A" my lullaby
Gotta get me a token
Gotta escape to the womb of my room
I never believed in New York nights
Gotta get me a token
Gotta escape to the womb of my room

Gotta get me a token
Make the rumble of the "A" my lullaby
I never believed in New York nights