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Sonic Youth
Sonic Youth


Background information
Origin New York City, New York, USA
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Noise Rock
Experimental Rock
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
Matador Records
DGC Records
Homestead Records
SST Records
Enigma Records
Website Website
Members
Thurston Moore
Kim Gordon
Lee Ranaldo
Steve Shelley
Mark Ibold
Former members
Jim Sclavunos
Anne DeMarinis
Richard Edson
Bob Bert
Jim O'Rourke



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Sonic Youth Lyrics

"Trilogy" lyrics



a) The Wonder

[Thurston]
See flashing eyes
They're flashing 'cross to me
Burnin' up the sky
Sunshining into me
Your locus crown
Cop-killin' heartbeat
Head's lookin' down
Bowin' out, to the street

I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town

Lips red to white
Lips green in black night
Your spirit flares
Flarin' up leonine

I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town

Transmitter rhyme
Transmitter, all the time
Lookin' up to the sky
I'm seein' ghosts flyin'

I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town

I think I've been there, once before
Something tells me, there's so much more
She's back in town, to even the score
It's time to go

See flashing eyes
They're flashing 'cross to me
Burnin' up the sky
Sunshining into me
Your locus crown
Cop-killin' heartbeat
Head's lookin' down
Bowin' out, to the street

I'm just walkin' around
Your city is a wonder town

b) Hyperstation

Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor
Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door
From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard
Last night's dream was a talking baby lizard

All comin' from hu-man imagination
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation

Smashed-up against a car at three A.M.
Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head
There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped
I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick

It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation

c) Eliminator Jr.

Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits
This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make a butcher out of the bone
Take a walk in the park? Shit, yeah!

A poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy coming right through me
Rich boy, poor boy

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