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Small Flowers Crack Concrete by Sonic Youthالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Small Flowers Crack Concrete by Sonic Youth

     

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Small flowers crack concrete
Narcotic squads sweep through poet dens
Spilling coffee, grabbing 15-yr-old runaway girls
By frazzled ponytail ed hair
And tossing them into backseats of cop cars

The narcs beat the bearded oracles
Replacing tantric love with complete violence

Lights and mirrors dot the city
Ink stained hippies
With boxed lunch and marijuana
Mystery plays of shit and nothingness
Blessed by colors from a black hat

Blue lights search through weeds
Searching for the heart of d.a. levy
And the mind he left behind

What did you expect? Another mystic wreck?
That's what you got crawling
Inside your panic net
What did you bring me? Not a goddam thing yeh
And what did you leave me?
Another tombstone dream, yeh
O salacious mansion, the boys held for ransom
Did you see where he's gone?
The blasted summers dawn
Fucked up in Cleveland, fucked up in Cleveland
Short flight to nothing
Heaven's up to something
Heaven's up to something
Levy's up to something
Levy's up to something

Death poems for the living gods of America
Plastic saxophones bleat
Bleed for nothing, nada

Cops crashing through doors
Infuriated by silver charms of suburban smoke
At war with patches of red dirt glitter
And bluejean fucking
And protest.

Writer : KIM GORDON, THURSTON MOORE, LEE RANALDO, STEVE SHELLEY
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z SONGS OBO SONIK TOOTH MUSIC

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