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 jack knife 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 cold country?

Your eyes so full, your head so tight
Can't you hear me?

Remember our talk
That day on the phone?
You said 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 thinks 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?

I see with a glass eye

The pavement view

A shadow forming, across the fields rushing
Through 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 your kiss

We can't see clear

But what we see is all right

We make up what we can't hear

And then we sing all night

Scattered pages and shattered lights
See the jack knife, see the dream

There's something moving over there to the right

Like nothing I've never seen