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Rating: It's beautiful.
I truly love the moment when the airplane lifts off and with that strange tail dip, dives into the blue sky. The landscape that was rushing past at a crazy speed seems to slow down and almost stop the higher the airplane ascends into the sky.
Like a child, I always make sure to get a window seat where I love to gaze at the landscape with the wide eyes of someone witnessing something incredible every time.
Something very strange happened to me.
Suddenly, I see something I recognize, the lake of the village where I grew up. I recognize the places of my childhood, my adolescence, the church where I got married...
The book of memories whose pages are turned by the wind in a disorderly yet vivid manner.
What would life be without memories to savor once in a while?
This record that I purchased for 36 Zloty (8 Euros) has that strange taste, of life seen and revisited from the window of a plane that ruthlessly follows its route.
Since this site is populated by Radiohead fans, I'd say that "NYC Ghosts & Flowers" is to Sonic Youth what "Kid A" is to Radiohead.
An experimental, almost conceptual album, at times Dadaist.
At times it intrigues, at times it drives you crazy and you wake up at the end of the track, after having flown over your dearest memories.
A record born from the personal "ground zero" of the New York band when in July 1999 all their equipment was stolen from inside their van, particularly the guitars that produced that distorted sound, so specific and inimitable to their sound. Very old instruments but vital for their creative process.
For them, therefore, a zero level on which to rebuild their fragmented and fascinating music. Total experimentation, almost unrestrained, at times incomprehensible.
However fascinating, so many themes hinted at inside this container of only eight tracks, of what will be the future sound of SY.
For those who loved "Evol", "Dirty" and perhaps even "Washing Machine", maybe a question mark. I don't feel like criticizing it because it doesn't have "songs". I judge what it conveys to me, that sense of Pindaric flight that fascinates me so much.
It's not a masterpiece, but I'm pleased to have purchased it like that, randomly, while searching for that song whose title I don't remember with that particular video that...
I've always had a soft spot for Kim Gordon, I've always considered Thurston Moore a genius, sometimes misunderstood, I've always liked Jim O'Rourke's productions.
To those who aren't ready for these things, I'd advise... to overlook.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Renegade Princess (05:49)
(Thurston/Kim)
jet black hair
tangled stare
blood inside
silent stare
naked heart
red light night
tangled heart
midnight hair
poor mans bride
moonlight fight
renegade
crystal heart
make way for the midnight princess
make way for the midnight princess
make way for the midnight princess
make way for the midnight princess
midnight princess fight tonight
midnight princess fight tonight
midnight princess fight tonight
midnight princess fight tonight
renegades fight for light
renegades fight for light
renegades fight for light
renegades fight for light
naked stares in the midnight rain
naked stares in the midnight rain
naked stares in the midnight rain
naked stares in the midnight rain
gonna fight for yr blood tonight
gonna fight for yr blood tonight
gonna fight for yr blood tonight
gonna fight for yr blood tonight
crystal hearts gonna break you down
crystal hearts gonna break you down
crystal hearts gonna break you down
crystal hearts gonna break you down
tangled hearts in a midnight fight
tangled hearts in a midnight fight
tangled hearts in a midnight fight
tangled hearts in a midnight fight
renegade princess fight
renegade princess fight
renegade princess fight
renegade princess fight
fight
fight
fight
fight
03 Nevermind (What Was It Anyway) (05:37)
Best and sexy, what was it anyway?
Jean-Michel, what was it anyway?
Saw you there, what was it anyway?
Kneel right down, what was it anyway?
Guitar on the ground, what was it anyway?
Lost your hand, what was it anyway?
Hipsters stand, what was it anyway?
Glitter tongue, what was it anyway?
Gave you a flower, what was it anyway?
Gave you the power, what was it anyway?
Saintly ghost, what was it anyway?
Tingling down, what was it anyway?
Nevermind, what was it anyway?
Soot me over, feel me naked.
Soot me over, feel me escape.
Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,
Girls go to Mars, become rock stars.
Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,
Girls go to Mars, become rock stars.
Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,
Girls go to Mars, become rock stars.
Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,
Girls go to Mars, become rock stars.
Come on down, down to the river,
Come on down and jump right in.
Come on down, I dare you to win now,
Come on down and down my friend.
Come on down and jump in the river,
Come on down and jump right in, yeah.
05 Side2Side (03:34)
(kim)
Meet me on the corner
Thursday
Wear your
Special
Underwear
Sway side 2 side
Automatic
Special
Underwear
06 StreamXSonik Subway (02:51)
(thurston)
Flipped on my perceptik 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 illicit flop
Then froze me with his jesus gun
That don1t 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
Clipped 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 signs says "further"
Antique minds with rivered hair
Streamxsonik subway fare
Stay in touch electric dear
Our lightmap eyes together
08 Lightnin' (03:51)
(Kim)
lightnin'
lightnin' strike
lightnin' strikes me
lightnin' strikes me
lightnin' strikes me down
lightnin' strikes me down
lightnin' strikes me down
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