Sonic Youth - NYC Ghosts & Flowers Album Lyrics

flipped on my perceptive cogs
checked in with the future gods
for melodies of bees and hogs
start my day the perfect way

burned a batch of mazzy funk
poor girl noise and choke style punk
clapped it on and off i slunk
to the streamXsonik subway

first i need my iris scanned
as i smell the breeze of electric tin
w/ purple lights i'm motioned in
wink the gain to minus 10

fell asleep and missed my stop
got rousted by a low-beam cop
got a ticket-patch for ilicit flop
then froze me with his jesus gun

that don't mean i'm shot down yet
the glow below of the whisper jet
it all means so much to us
we dream below the rainbows rust

clippen on my streetmatik clogs
pushed thru the hyped-out fervent fogs
found my way with sensoid jogs
new radio structure

state my name and locus frame
paid the price for crashing fame
the apprentice sparks his initial flame
the printout says "further"

antique minds with rivered hair
streamXsonik subway fare
stay in touch with electric dear
our lightmap eyes together

when the phone rang, 3 in the morn, dead middle of night
there was nuthin on the line
i set back the silent receiver / tiny flames lit in my head
hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny?
i can't remember his last name
he's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few
left out in the rain, out of town again
left out in the rain, ocean bound i guess

between the matress and a column of hazy faces
i remember every word you said
quite a clear picture ev'ry word you said
the door was open but the way was not lit
and there was no way out of my head

on a crimson hiway by a chrome bumper i last saw you:
alive / inclined to thrive / evening fireflies lit sparks around yr head

but wait a minute let's back up a bit:
some famous stars were busted by the thought police down on fashion avenue
impersonating real men / not knowing who they really were
now here at dark corners all is calm and quiet and good
the kids are up late dreaming quiet questions in a graceful mood:

can you please pass me a jug of winter light?
fold me in an ocean's whim?
in sweet corrosive fire light?
in the city made of tin?

are you famous under the skin?
familiar with the things you wanted?
able now to take it all in?
making peace w/ every hole in the story?

did lightning keep you up all night?
illuminate the soot and grit?
can you tell how high the sky tonight?
dig out from under in spite of it?

can you cover up the one that floats?
can you push back the hours?
i hear yr voice, i speak yr name
among nyc ghosts and flowers
will we meet? to run again?
thru nyc ghosts and flowers