Sonic Youth Gossip - January 1979

saw a terrible crash and it couldn’t help but laugh.
My ear pressed against the past like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of Your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea, 'rescued' by a sinking ship.

If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could be your servant)
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (If I could be your servant)

You watched me like a ten car highway wreck with detached, vulgar curiosity.
Us looking down on the tops of the hats of us passersby from your seventh floor balcony
And from such a height you missed creatures too small for sight
carry on covert conversation, as the misguided insects
crown me their grasshopper king with a dance of celebration.

After years with their crown on my head,
I’ve grown overfed, unconcerned and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
(Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!)
At the first sign of possible sorrow I’ll turn my heel and run.
(Oh, I’ll never learn!)
My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.

It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (If I could be your servant)
It was a matter of time,
I always said I could see but now I’m going blind. (I could be your servant)
It was a matter of miserable time but I heard somewhere,
there was a cure for useless eyes. (If I could be your servant)