| Song | Eric's Trip |
| Artist | Sonic Youth |
| Album | Screaming Fields Of Sonic Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Thurston Moore & Kim Gordon & Lee Ranaldo & Steve Shelley | |
| 作词 : Sonic Youth | |
| 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, ****ing 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 |
| zuo qu : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley | |
| zuo ci : Sonic Youth | |
| 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, ing 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Thurston Moore Kim Gordon Lee Ranaldo Steve Shelley | |
| zuò cí : Sonic Youth | |
| 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, ing 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 |