作词 : Sonic Youth
Seven
Seven

Im keeping my commission to faiths transmission

Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red

Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey

I cant get laid cuz everyone is dead

Hey - gold connections

Analog soul waving in yr hair

Hey - hylozoic directions

Shes talking blue streaks everywhere

Your spirit is time-reversed to your body

Stereographic mix-up field on field

It started growing up the day your body dies

Only apparently, real to irreal

Hey - stereo stations

Perfect image, kneel down

Hey - hypostatic information

Come on lets hear you turn it around