Saucer-Like
Sonic Youth
Washing Machine (1995)

[Lee] Swirling whirling through the city of ages You sink a bit whenever angels fly You have a feeling for their fuzzy faces Are you close enough to see into their eyes? You're magic fit and free Taxi holds on the breeze A dream's a dream of feelings that never fall at all Holds his thoughts in chains And tries to bust up the walls Every day it's just another breath Every night another little death Do you scratch and itch when your head feels tight? Or wave it away and just stay out all night Got your head in the trees If that's the way you're feeling It's not good or bad Channels of thought revealing now Some things we all had I'm having a wonderful vision of the city today Buildings all lined up neat on straight sun lit blocks Avenue canyons stretch forever handcut panes grooved like a record flat bridge peer boat docks I'm slipping round the bottom edge [line echoes] Do you trip and breeze Down city streets Just a little fray With your head in the trees