Sweet Shine

So this is the last entry to use a song title from Sonic Youth's Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star CD. The CD that started my obsession with them, albeit with a pause of 10 years in between.

This blog hasn't been easy to maintain but now I have a better picture.

I hear my angel mounted baby
pretend to everlast a lady
Marlboro belt unbuckled baby
they told me you were just crazy
I feel that I could burst
gimme a little drink of your sweet time
is it the way you think?
or just a pattern of your glory
is it just some story?
you wrote all for me
do you think you're my home?
down deep you're just a little whorey
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

whoooooow
I'm coming home to Swall Drive

cowboys are languishin'
little girl's are bees
is it really a green stage coach
crawling up to me

I dreamt that you were my vacation
woke to find desire and dislocation
you're always heavy in rotation
coming on, flirting with the nation
I feel that I could burst
gimme a little drink of your sweet shine
why is the way you grew
still in the soul wanting you
smelling the night jasmine
hypnotizes me
the flower tells me stories
that make me sick and free
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

whoooooow
I'm coming home momma, to Swall Drive

Alice is a chain store
down past 1st and Vine
you can shop there anytime
it's all very fine
look his hair is colored, do you think he grows
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a horse
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a rose
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a prose
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a horse
look it's changing...