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Daydream Nation

by Sonic Youth

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All Time

of 455,353

17
1990's

of 166,478

2
1993

of 10,462

1
Genres
- Alternative Rock
  - Alternative Rock
    
    of 49,118
    
    4
  - Alternative Styles
    
    of 8,672
    
    1
  - American Alternative
    
    of 3,627
    
    1
  - Indie & Lo-Fi
    
    of 13,595
    
    1
  - Rock
    
    of 7,788
    
    1
  - Indie Rock
    
    of 12,318
    
    1
  - Experimental Rock
    
    of 3,229
    
    1
  - Noise
    
    of 1,048
    
    1
- Miscellaneous
  - Miscellaneous
    
    of 67,794
    
    12
  - Experimental Music
    
    of 4,200
    
    1
- Pop
  - Pop
    
    of 263,738
    
    17
  - Pop Rock
    
    of 64,982
    
    13
- Rock
  - Rock
    
    of 107,659
    
    13

Ratings and rankings are based on all available critic reviews and awards.

Overall Rating: 3.7889 Daydream Nation is ranked overall as 3.7889 out of 4 stars

Daydream Nation is ranked overall as 3.7889 out of 4 stars

Avg. Critic Score: 4.0000 Daydream Nation has an avg. critic score of 4.0000 out of 4 stars

Daydream Nation has an avg. critic score of 4.0000 out of 4 stars

Daydream Nation Lyrics

Lyrics

Disc

Track

Title

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1

2

3

4

'Cross The Breeze

5

6

7

8

9

10

11

13

Trilogy: b) Hyperstation

14

Trilogy: z) Eliminator Jr.

You're it
No, you're it
Hey, you're really it
You're it
No I mean it, you're it
Say it
Don't spray it
Spirit desire (face me)
Spirit desire (don't displace me)
Spirit desire
We will fall
Miss me
Don't dismiss me
Spirit desire
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire [x3]
We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two
Time to get it
Before you let it
Get to you
Here he comes now
Stick to your guns
And let him through
Everybody's coming from the winter vacation
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks
To at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew
Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you
Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear why you fade away
Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation, for you
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rockin'
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now
It better work out
I hope it works out my way
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now
You better look it
We're gonna shake it
Up to him
He acts the hero
We paint a zero
On his hand
We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze
It's time to go round
A one man showdown
Teach us how to fail
We're off the streets now
And back on the road
On the riot trail

To the extent that I wear skirts
And cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell
Does this sound simple?
Fuck you! Are you for sale?
Does 'Fuck you' sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on
But he was candy all over
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
I grew up in a shotgun row
Sliding down the hill
Out front were the big machines
Steel and rusty now I guess
Outback was the river
And that big sign down the road
That's where it all started
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
Come on down to the store
You can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
You can buy some more, more, more, more

'Cross The Breeze

Hatred
I hate the past
I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
That's clear enough
And that's whats important, to see me
My eyes can focus
My brain is talking
Looks pretty good to me
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
Looks pretty good to me
Sometimes I speak
Tonight there's nothing to say
Sometimes we freak
And laugh all day
Hold these pages up to the light
See the jacknife inside of the dream
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep freeze
Mary: a simple word, are you there in the country?
Yr eyes so full, yr head so tight
Can't you hear me?
Remember our talk
That day on the phone?
I was the door, and you were the station
With shattered glass and miles between us
We still flew away in the conversation
My cup is full, and I feel okay
The world is dull, but not today
She think's she's a goddess
She says she talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself?
If she can bear to hear it?
This is Eric's trip
We've all come to watch him slip
He's slipping all the way to Texas
Can you dig it?
(Eric says "The sky is blue...")
I see with a glass eye
The pavement view
A shadow forming, across the fields rushing
Thru me to you
We tore down the world, and put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, fucking the future
I'm high and inside yr kiss
We can't see clear
But what we see is a alright
We make up what we can't hear
And then we sing all night
Scattered pages and shattered lights
A jacknife and a dream
There's something moving over there on the right
Like nothing I've never seen

Hey Joni put it all behind you
Hey Joni now I've put it all behind me too
These times can't add up
Yr life is such a mess
Forget the past, and just say yes
Tell me Joni, am I the one
To see you through?
In this broken town can you still jack in
And know what to do?
I remember our youth, our high ideals
I remember you were so uptight
That time in the trees, we broke that vice
We took some steps and now
We can't think twice
Tell me Joni, am I right by you?
Tell me how yr gonna lose this hard luck?
Hey Joni, when will all these dreams come true?
You'd better find a way
To climb down off that truck
Shots ring out from the center of an empty field
Joni's in the tall grass
She's a beautiful mental jukebox
A sailboat explosion
A snap of electric whipcrack
She's not thinking about the future
She's not spinning her wheels
She doesn't think at all about the past
She thinking long and hard
About that high wild sound
And wondering will it last?
Kick it
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
There's something turning, Joni, turning right to you
My head burns, but I know you'll speak the truth, hey!
Hey Joni, put it all behind you
Hey Joni, now I've put it all behind me too
Forget the future
These times are such a mess
Tune out the past, and just say yes
It's 1963
It's 1964
It's 1957
It's 1962
Put it all behind you
Now it's all behind you

"Watt Here! I'm downstairs from your window... if you're up...
Pub 'phone booth... if you're up...(I get tense) [Beep]"
"Thurston! Watt! Thurston! I think it's ten thirty, we're calling
From Providence, Rhode Island. Did you find your shit? You gotta
Watch the motin' Thurston, your fuckin' memory just goes out tha window.
We couldn't find it in the van at all, we wonderin' if you looked in
That trash can. When we threw out that trash, man, was the bag in
Your hand, did you dump it? Call later. Bye."

I see a dog star divin' at his magic, snatchin'
Keeps me up awake go crystal cracking
I can't wait
I can't stay, a candle
Gotta change my mind before it burns out
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop
I see a falling snowgirl walking Broadway
Turns the corner at 14th and I know there's no way
It's alright
It's alight candle
And I know she'll be okay by Sunday
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Humming bash starts shining
In your electric clock
It's safe to say, candle
Tonight's the day, candle
It's alright now, candle
The wind's away, candle
Never thought I'd see a dog star falling
I'm the Cocker on the rock
Wind is whipping through my stupid mop

Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go
It's jet stream, daydream, cocksure hard luck show
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's a shotgun, schoolyard, street-wise, white-hot kid
Little whipcream, phone call, breakdown, Rain King fist
His mind a countdown
His daydream sparks
I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey
I like to say I knew one true thing
It feels like years and all I've done is fought
And not turned up, anything
Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed
I'm waiting here for, some reality crease
There's one big deadend, in my head
And not a moment of peace
Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid
Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when
He's a steel drum, wedding ring, Pontiac door knob ten
His mind a countdown
His daylight sparks
Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail
Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while
Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid
I hear this world, cool world, dreaming of a peaceful kiss

Look into my eyes, don't you trust me
Yr so good you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you want to
You could be a star
You could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
Yr driving me crazy, I feel so sick
Yr driving me crazy, give us a kiss
Look into my eyes, don't you trust me
Yr so soft, you make me hard
I'll put you on a movie, don't you wanna
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got kissability
You sigh hard, don't you wanna
You've got twistability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
Yr driving me crazy, you smell so sick
I feel so tired, you made me sick
Yr driving me crazy, if I feel so sick
Yr driving me crazy, if I feel so sick
Look into my eyes, don't you dis' me
You're so good, you could go far
I'll put you in a movie, don't you wanna
You could be a star, you could go far
You've got twistability
You fly hard, don't you wanna
You've got kissability
You could be a star, it ain't hard
You're driving me crazy, I feel so sick
You're driving me crazy, give us a kiss

Trilogy: b) Hyperstation

Falling out of sleep, I hit the floor
Put on some rock tee and I'm out with the door
From Bowery to Broome to Greene, I'm a walking lizard
Last night's dream was a talking baby lizard
All comin' from hu-man imagination
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation
Smashed-up against a car at three A.M.
Kids just up for basketball, beat me in my head
There's bum trash in my hall and my place is ripped
I've totaled another amp, I'm calling in sick
It's an anthem in a vacuum on a hyperstation
Day dreaming days in a daydream nation

Trilogy: z) Eliminator Jr.

Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits
This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make a butcher out of the bone
Take a walk in the park? Shit, yeah!
A poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy coming right through me
Rich boy, poor boy
Poor rich boy coming right through me

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