Pattern Recognition
im a cool hunter making you my way
like a brand name youll replay
i will know you i wont show you
youre the one
heat seeking missile freak
black magic scared to speak
i will know you i will show you
will you buy me a shakey heart
lust brigade has torn me apart
i will know you i will show you
youre the one
can you send me yesterdays girl
cuz everyday i feel more like her
hey baby baby please dont go
like a cool hunter watch the disarray
keep yr secret footage heart away
i will know you i will show you
close yr eyes and feel the fun
pattern recognition is on the run
i will know you wont show you
lyrics: kim gordon / thurston moore
music: sonic youth
UNMADE BED
LOOK WHO’S COME BACK HOME AGAIN
LOSER LOOKING FOR HIS LUCKY BREAK
THIS TIME HE SAYS HE JUST NEEDS A FRIEND
AIN’T ON THE RUN HE AIN’T ON THE TAKE
CAN YOU UNLOCK THE DOOR BABE
WILL YOU JUST UNDO THE CHAIN
WILL YOU TAKE YR TIME BEFORE YOU
MIX UP LOVE, HIS LOVE AND PAIN
LONELINESS LAYS DOWN HIS HEAD
WANTS TO GET YOU HIGH, BETTER TAKE IT NOW
A MAN LIKE THAT’S LIKE AN UNMADE BED
STAINED EYES SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER WAY OUT
DOES IT MATTER IF YOU EVEN WANT THIS
MAYBE YOU JUST DON’T CARE
ALL I KNOW IT TAKES JUST ONE KISS, BABE
FOR YOU - HE’S NEVER THERE
HEY I KNOW IT’S KINDA HARD
AND MAYBE THIS TIME IT WILL NEVER END
HIT AND RUN LOVER BACK IN YR HEART
ANSWERED PRAYERS YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE SENT
CUZ NOW THAT YR IN HIS ARMS BABE
YOU KNOW YR JUST IN HIS WAY
SUCKERED BY HIS FATAL CHARM, OH GIRL
IT’S TIME WE GETAWAY
stones
lights on the stones on backed up drain
warped lovers loosed on languid stain
weve come together to gather stars
shooting up stones our powdered hearts
dead or alive / theres danger
the dead are all right, with me
were not gonna run away,
were not gonna leave you stranger
turn the light on, yr lonely love
camera on the haunted stones
bloodshed a gentle painted score
notes dance in ink across yr skin
heiroglyphic lover, nature friend
dead or alive / theres danger
the dead are all right, with me
were not gonna run away,
were not gonna leave you stranger
turn the light on, yr lonely love
lyrics: thurston moore, 2004
music: sonic youth
Mariah Carey and the Arthur Doyal Hand Cream
yr bounce to the ounce makes us wanna pounce
yr just being totally perfect
on larry king you said you were overly tired
time to put to bed yr competitive edge
they say you cant say no to promo
now you don’t have to try so hard
the label says you don’t have to wear less clothes
its time to take a bubble bath
chorus:
hey hey little baby breakdown
button up baby you come undone
hey hey little baby get down
before you fall and hurt someone
you say you need privacy
broken glass everywhere
maybe you need an emo boy
no underwear on the directors chair
you are seemingly unconscious
of what yr body is doing
like miss monroe yr head don’t know
exactly what yr body is doing
chorus
on tv you are soft and whispery
delicate like angel food cake
they say if you press too hard on it
it will squish into a dense ball
it will lose its fluffiness
that’s what you get when you use a box mix
can you get some satisfaction
how much are you willing to pay for yr self worth
chorus
whats yr gut feeling about yr new deal
hows the label gonna remake you
how was yr date with eminem
did he bake you and then forsake you
is innocence gonna still overtake you
like arthur doyle they cant fake you
mariah you are endless
like the wind, and yr freedom defends us
chorus
lyrics/music : sonic youth 2003
dripping dream
single fold sick insert design in junk
grocerybag sleeve all the colors drunk
texts of confusion and joy
pink plastic pressing for bratfink
thats right / hes gone / wrapped up / chiffon
sealed tight / hung up / street mouth / sad pup
shards of sweetshine of voice and flute
street mouth decodes the bluesking dude
girlfriends will love the way we clip
our split release on the thrashman
on top / a drop / fake blood / fresh mud
theyre gone / for good / except / this one
howling scriptures to the mother earth
o mother africa awake yr son
to all the mommas with the money eyes
this kind of love comes as no surprise
caught shadow / in sex meadow
little darlings describe the scene
purring notions of the dripping dream
weve been searching for the cream dream wax
lathe killers make the meters crack
caught shadow / in sex meadow
purring notions of the dripping dream
the kinda girls with the money eyes
howling scriptures to the mother earth
o mother africa awake yr sun
caught shadow / in sex meadow
little darlings describe the scene
to all the mommas with the money eyes
purring notions of the dripping dream
this kinda love comes in any size
sensation shaking us from sleep
hey ethiopia were free
the dripping dream in cream-o-wax
disk drops from yr hand and it cracks
lyrics: thurston moore 2004
music: sonic youth
dude ranch nurse
keep on running in the dark
dude ranch dream has fallen apart
stolen kisses lets pretend my friend
you play sick and I will mend
let the action begin again
you be patient and I’ll attend
lets rehearse lets do it again
dude ranch nurse yr brand new friend
let nurse give you a shot
its something to do
took my pulse
let nurse give you a shot
its something to do
I could love you
I could have you
deep sleep coming along
like a newborn colt you found
I’ll wrap it around with gauze
dizzy reminder
ouch, you found
let nurse give you a shot
don’t sleep too long
you be cowboy and ill allow
let me ride you till you fall
lets pretend theres nothing at all
nobody knows the shape im in
kiss me now its just a sin
nobody knows the shape im in
lyrics: kim gordon
music: sonic youth
paper cup exit
i:
skimming the tops of tall trees
thru the clear light of free speech
a sudden memory dis-ease
claims the air all around me
i‘ll get lost in the slipstream
maybe relive the same dream
of coming in from the cold
losing half of my soul
memory disease across united states
that i had told the truth
feel so high—architectural
i look to the skies & see our bodies
they were rising up
out of the paper cup
a sea change due
idols in fescue
touch down on the new mason-dixon line
the map is ripped and torn
tilted frame with all hope gone
i don’t mind if you sing a diffenent song
just as long as you sing along
it’s later than it seems
time everyone came clean
it’s what you didn’t say…
don't want to be a slave
ii:
skimming the tops of tall trees
thru the clear light of free speech
comin in for a landing
i got a soul understanding
it all comes down to a word
it’s just like nuthin, i heard
over the rainbow in time
will be one helluva climb
high lights bright life
sweet pie clear sky
reminiscent
of honey in yr eye
unwind
saturnalia
it’s later than it seems
new ears are listening
it’s what you didn’t say…
don't want to be a slave
nothing to give away
LR feb 04
I love you golden blue
dead boy stares
strange to meet you
dead boy cares
so great to see you
is it time to go
it’s a place I know
I cant read yr mind
I cant find the time
I cant feel the thrill
I don’t have the will
dead boy dares
believe in you
dead boy stares
afraid that you will see him
is it time to go
is it a place I know
I cant read yr mind
I cant find the time
I cant feel the thrill
I don’t have the will
I love you metallic blue
I love you golden blue
I miss you shining all alone
I miss you I don’t know what to do
I don’t glitter like the stars above
I don’t glow like neon alone
don’t blush its just the wind outside
don’t rush to be by my side
lyrics: kim gordon, 2004
music: sonic youth
new hampshire
trace paper flying word
trace paper flying word break
city skoot hi
city skoot hi alert
kill us yr skum fight blooze
kill us yr skum fight blooze blues
johnny winter
johnny winter no show
bb king just turns on
the new hampshire boys
steve and joe
have gone beyond
doin it for life
unlike buddy guy who has
decimated the riff bat with one
hypertonic
note lead on
lead on
lyrics: thurston moore, 2003
music: sonic youth
PEACE ATTACK
3 FEB O3 PEACE
PEACE ATTACK
EARLY BOOK WHISTLING
WHISTLING EARTH
WHISTLING EARTH DAY OFF
NATURE SEX
NATURE SEX YAWN WINKING
REMINDER
OF THE GREAT
OF THE GREAT ANTI-HATE
SPRINGTIME IS WARTIME
ALL EYES TO THE CRIMEBOSS
ELECTRIC GUITAR STRING
BELLY FLOWERS
lyrics: thurston moore, 2003
music: thurston moore