Daydream Nation. Sonic Youth.

1. Teen age riot.

You're it, no, you're it. Hey, you're really it, you're it, no I mean it, you're it. Say it, don't spray it, spirit desire (face me). Spirit desire (don't displace me), spirit desire. We will fall. Miss me, don't dismiss me. Spirit desire, spirit desire. We will fall, spirit desire. We will fall, spirit desire. We will fall, spirit desire. We will fall.

Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather, and what's a man do to but work out whether it's true? Looking for a man with a focus and a temper, who can open up a map and see between one and two. Time to get it, before you let it get to you. Here he comes now, stick to your guns, and let him through. Everybody's coming from the winter vacation, taking in the sun in a exaltation to you. You come running in on platform shoes, with Marshall stacks, to at least just give us a clue, ah, here it comes, I know it's someone I knew.

Teenage riot in a public station, gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you. Now I see it. I think I'll leave it out of the way, now I come near you, and it's not clear why you fade away. Looking for a ride to your secret location, where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you. Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin', and a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now. It better work out, I hope it works out my way. 'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head, takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now.

You better look it, we're gonna shake it up to him. He acts the hero, we paint a zero on his hand. We know it's down, we know it's bound too loose. Everybody's sound is round it, everybody wants to be proud to choose. So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather, you're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze. It's time to go round, a one man showdown teach us how to fail. We're off the streets now, and back on the road on the riot trail.


2. Silver rocket.

Snake in it, jack into the wall. TV amp on fire, blowin' in the hall. Gun your sled, close your peeping toms. Turbo organizer, crankin' on the knob.

You got it, yeah, ride the silver rocket, can't stop it, burnin' a hole in your pocket. Hit the power, psycho helmets on. You got to splice your halo, take it to a moon. Nymphoid clamor, fuelling up the hammer, you got to fake out the robot and pulse up the zoom.

You got it, yeah, ride the silver rocket, can't stop it, burnin' a hole in your pocket. Can't forget the flashing, can't forget the smashing, the sending and the bending, the atmosphere re-entry. You gotta have the time, got a letter in your mind, gotta heart injection, that you got yourself a line. You got it, yeah, ride the silver rocket, can't stop it, burnin' a hole in your pocket.


3. The sprawl.

To the extent that I wear skirts and cheap nylon slips. I've gone native, I wanted to know the exact dimensions of hell, does this sound simple? Fuck you! Are you for sale? Does "fuck you" sound simple enough? This was the only part that turned me on, but he was candy all over. Come on down to the store, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more. You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more.

I grew up in a shotgun row, sliding down the hill. Out front were the big machines, steel and rusty now, I guess. Out back was the river, and that big sign down the road, that's where it all started. Come on down to the store, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more. Come on down to the store, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more. Come on down to the store, you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more, you can buy some more, more, more, more.


4. ‘Cross the breeze.

Let's go walking on the water [Come a harder way please?]. I wanna know, should I stay or go? No need to be scared, let's jump into the day. I wanna know, I think I oughta go. Close your eyes and make believe, you can do whatever you please. I wanna know, I think I better go.

Let's go walkin on water, now you think I'm Satan's daughter. I wanna know, please let me go! Cut me to the quick, now I think I'm gonna be sick. I wanna know, should I stay or go? I'm [trying?] for the future, it's funny that way. I wanna know, I wanna know!

I took a look into the hate, it made me feel very up to date. I wanna know, should I stay or go? Hold me tight, down on my knees, so I don't go burning 'cross the breeze. I wanna know, I wanna know! I wanna know, should I stay or go? Burning 'cross the breeze, burning 'cross the breeze, blowing 'cross the breze.


5. Eric’s trip.

I can't see anything at all, all I see is me. That's clear enough, that's what's important, to see me. My eyes can focus, my brain is talking, it looks pretty good to me, my head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful, it looks pretty good to me. Sometimes I speak, tonight there's nothing to say, sometimes we freak and laugh all day. Hold these pages up to the light, see the jackknife inside of the dream. A railroad runs through the record stores at night coming in for the deep freeze.

Mary: a simple word, are you there in the cold country? Your eyes so full, your head so tight, can't you hear me? Remember our talk, that day on the phone, I said I was the door, and you were the station. With shattered glass, and miles between us we still flew away in the conversation. My cup is full, and I feel okay, the world is dull, but not today. She thinks she's a goddess, she says she talks to the spirits. I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it?

This is Eric's trip, we've all come to watch him slip. He's slipping all the way to Texas, can you dig it? (Eric says "The sky is blue...") I see with a glass eye, the pavement view, a shadow forming, across fields rushing, through me to you. We tear down our the world, and put up four walls. I breathe in the myth, I'm over the city, fucking the future. I'm high and inside your kiss.

We can't see clear, but what we see is alright, we make up what we can't hear, then we sing all night. Shattered pages and shattered lights, see the jackknife; see the dream. There's something moving over there, to the right, like nothing I've ever seen.


6. Total trash.

It start at the top, now it's spiralling down. Works best when it's lost diggin' under the ground. Never mind it now, we can bring it back, it's total trash. And it's a natural fact that I'm not no cow. It's never the same, it's more than a game. Can't take it away, can't kill all the shame. It's a guilty man that increased the crack, it's total trash. Sack 'em on the back, with a heavy rock.

There he goes again, magic monkey friend. Can I love the time that he seems to spend with all the kids in town. It start at the top, now it's spiralling down, works best when it's lost diggin' under the ground. Never mind it now, we can bring it back, it's total trash. And it's a natural fact that I'm not no cow.


7. Hey Joni.

Hey Joni, put it all behind you, hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me, too. These times can't add up, your life's such a mess, forget the past, and just say yes. Tell me Joni, am I the one, to see you through? In this broken town, can you still jack in and know what to do? I remember our youth, our high ideals, I remember you were so uptight. The time in the trees, we broke that vice, we took some steps and now we can't think twice.

Tell me Joni, am I right by you? Tell me how you're gonna lose this hard luck? Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true? You better find a way to climb down off that truck. Shots ring out, from the center of an empty field, Joni's in the tall grass. She's a beautiful metal jukebox, a sailboat explosion, a snap of electric whipcrack. She's not thinking about the future, she's not spinning her wheels. She doesn't think at all about the past, she thinking long and hard. About that high wild sound, and wondering will it last? Kick it.

Hey Joni, put it all behind you, there's something turning, turning right to you. My head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey! Hey Joni, put it all behind you, hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me, too. Forget the future, these times are such a mess, tune out the past, and just say yes. It's 1963, it's 1964, it's 1957, it's 1962. Put it all behind you, now it's all behind you.


8. Providence.

"Claudius! I'm downstairs in your nearest window... if you're up... pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]"

"Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling, from Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta watch the motin' Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out tha window. We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in that trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye."


9. Candle.

I see a dark star drivin' at his magic, snatch it, kiss me up a way go crystal cracking. I can't wait, I can't stay, uh candle. Gotta change my mind before it burns out. I'm the cocker on the rock, wind is whipping through my stupid mop. I see a falling snowgirl walking Broadway, turns the corner at 14th and I know there's no way. It's alright, it's a lighted candle and I know that she'll be okay by Sunday.

I'm the cocker on the rock, coming back start shining in your electric clock. It's safe to say, candle, tonight's the day, candle. It's alright now, candle, the wind's away, candle. Never thought I'd see a dark star falling. I'm the cocker on the rock, wind is whipping through my stupid mop.


10. Rain king.

Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go, it's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show. His lips a fountain, his daylight sparks. He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid, little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist. His mind a countdown, his daydream sparks. I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey, I like to say I knew one true thing. It feels like years and all I've done is fought, and not turned up, anything.

Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed, I'm waiting here for, some reality crease. There's one big deadend, in my head and not a moment of peace. Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid, marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss. His lips a fountain, his daylight sparks. He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when he's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten. His mind a countdown, his daylight sparks.

Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail, hanging tight with time, at least, a little while. Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid, I hear this world, cool world, dreaming of a peaceful kiss.


11. Kissability.

Look into my eyes, don't you trust me. You're so good, you could go far. I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna, you could be a star, you could go far. You've got twistability, you've fly hard, don't you wanna, you've got kissability, you could be a star, it ain't hard. You're driving me crazy, I smell so sick, you're driving me crazy, give us a kiss.

Look into my eyes, don't you trust me, you're so soft, you make me hard. I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna. You could be a star, you could go far, you've got kissability, you sigh hard, don't you wanna, you've got twistability, you could be a star, it ain't hard. You drive me crazy, you smell so sick. I feel so tired, you made me sick. You're driving me crazy, if I feel so sick, you're driving me crazy, if I feel so sick.

Look into my eyes, don't you dis' me, you're so good, you could go far. I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna, you could be a star, you could go far, you've got twistability, you fly hard, don't you wanna, you've got kissability, you could be a star, it ain't hard. You're driving me crazy, I feel so sick, you're driving me crazy, give us a kiss.


12. Triology.

a) The Wonder

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, poor rich boy coming right through me.

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Año: 1988.
Procedencia de la banda: Nueva York, Estados Unidos.
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