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Thurston Moore
Thurston Moore


Background information
Birth name Thurston Joseph Moore
Born July 25, 1958
Born place Coral Gables, Florida, U.S.
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Noise Rock
Experimental
Years active 1978—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
SST Records
Ecstatic Peace!
Associated acts Sonic Youth
Ciccone Youth
The Coachmen
Even Worse
Dim Stars



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Thurston Moore Album


Psychic Hearts (05/10/1995)
05/10/1995
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Blues From Beyond The Grave
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Cherry's Blues
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Elegy For All The Dead Rock Stars
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Hi, Thurston Moore, this is Miranda from the Midget Stooges. Ahm, we... we've just recorded some new songs, and I was wondering if you'd like to hear them. They might be good on a single... could you call the school, please?

Sister madness, happy sad kiss, came today.
Holding court on a fuzzy mattress, wails away.
Mister muscle man, you've got to stop and think
That there was a time when God was dressed in pink.
System chaos, porno hate boss, magic cries.
Power freak, afraid to speak if God decides.
So long, Liv Tyler, and yeah, Jay Jagger, I know they can.
Marital trauma, oh, poor Madonna, I'm the man.
Hello fucker, meet your maker, sick and stained.
Queen bee and her pals are not the ones to blame.

Will you kill your boyfriend for me, sister dear?
I implore thee, I outscore thee, free and clear.
Queen bee, queen bee, can't you see me in your mirror?

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Bow down to the queen of noise.
Crayon eyes draw boys' blood, pour some of Patti's wine.
Blood is love inside, now melting wax on your arm.
Crayon teeth draws blood, blood soaking up the light.
Soak me in your life, cause you know blood is gold.
And you go all the way.
The way is home, home is gold.
And you know, you're my soul.

Bow down to the queen of noise.
Crayon eyes draw boys' blood, pour some of Patti's wine.
Blood is love inside, now melting wax on your arm.
Crayon teeth draws blood, blood soaking up the light.
Soak me in your life, cause you know blood is gold.
And you go all the way.
The way is home, home is gold.
And you know, you're my soul.
You're my soul, you're my soul.
Ono soul, ono soul. (x9)


Bow down to the queen of noise.
Crayon eyes draw boys' blood, pour some of Patti's wine.
Blood is love inside, now melting wax on your arm.
Crayon teeth draws blood, blood soaking up the light.
Soak me in your...

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I know you have a fucked up life,
Growing up in a stupid town.
Your mother was a mixed-up chick,
And your father, he just fucked around.
A little too much for his own good.
I'd kill the bastard if I could,
I'd kill all the boys with their fucked-up noise,
And all the bullshit they seem to enjoy.
The kids at school called you 'slut', nothing but,
And what the fuck are they into, the stupid fools?
Losers, assholes, suck all the luck out of the world,
The world for you, if I can get it back to you, I will,
And kick their asses all over town, all over town.
I'll turn it over, and I don't even know you that well.
What the hell, summer spell.

What's it like going out, and no one knows what you're about,
Abused and used and cut in two by hollow man with nothing to do?
Laugh all the time, try to get high, and try to hide behind the lie.

They fucked your head up, that's for sure.
Your heart is ripped, now wrapped in fur,
But you know that sex is pretty insane,
And magic seems to kill the pain,
And the things that go on inside your brain,
Makes you seem to think that you're to blame.
Don't think about it, throw it out.
Love 'em all and say it loud.
Fight the scumbags that slap you around.
Scream, you're crazy, lost and found.
We don't have to tell you what is right.
We have all the faith that it was not right.

Sadness is and sadness was,
And sadness will always be because,
Comfort comes around from the strangest of men.

I got no time for sad songs, baby.
Don't need you to say I'm crazy.
Stick your tongue and you look at me,
And I will bite it off, you see.
Push you down onto your knees,
Do you laugh away the fleas?

You're not the only one in town,
But you're the only one that's got me down.
Psychic hearts go out to you.
A psychic heart go round to you.

My prayer to you is that you do all the things you set out to do,
And live your life the way you love.
But will you remember one thing for me?
I will always love you, I will always love you.

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Patti wants what she can not get,
Which is you, my secret, secret pet.
Knock down, down to first base,
And I will chase you down to the space.

Ah, I know.
Ah, what you know.
Ah, play back.
Ah, play slow.

Patti will never give it up,
And she knows that I will never stop.
Teach me, how do you make love?
I kinda know how much you are worth.

Ah, I know.
Ah, what you know.
Ah, play back.
Ah, play slow.

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I'm searching for your beat.
Black sister, stony beat.
Post office freaks her out.
Shock to me, come on out.

Oh, Patti, leaky heart, yeah.
Girl got a heavy heart, oh.
She's crazy, self and I, yeah.
She's making me a dog, it's all right.
A black beetle.

I'm sucking this and feet.
Black Patti's rich and sweet.
You're poor enough for me,
Poor enough to eat a tree.

Eat it up and rock into it.
Little girl can not munch through it.
Back into your Patti, bueno,
Patti record, caffeine stain.
Oh, no, a black beetle.

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Blues From Beyond The Grave

[No lyrics]

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I've seen things ain't the same,
Since I had you in my dream.
Playmate heaven tonight.
Play when the playing is right.

Now you count on me, I will stay.
See-through days are free every way.
Come out and play a while, sun is up.
Play with your friendly smile, butterfly is up.

I should never give up,
The things that never can stop.
Why don't people believe?
I had all the things that you see.

And now I can walk away on my own,
Learn something new everyday, sun is gone.
Thanks for the memory, babe, lady day.
Lay, lady, hey, let's stay, staying home.

Come back and play a while.

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Wind up, light up, turn it down.
Hang out, rain out, and turn it around.
Get up, shut up, shut it down.
Hang up, hang out, feel around.
Roll it, pump it, and pull it down.
Burn up, shut up, stick it out.
You're up, hang up, take it off.
Hang out, hey, now, it's not enough.

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Hello, it's Yoshimi... hello, hello? Listen to me!

I've been told camels are gold.
Why should I care when you're so near?
Fun and games, so (packed and?) insane.
Alone with you, I'd be ? rain.

Back and forth, life is your horse (?)
Camel is light, golden porsche (?)
Fun is you when you're around,
Around my heart, feathers are brown.

And I've been told camels are gold,
Why should I care when you're so near?
Fun and games, so (packed and?) insane.
Alone with you, feathers in rain.

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.. thing (?)
Change it back and sing (?)

Put it under your tongue,
And now unlight the sung,
Tranquilizer steam,
I love you right away. (?)

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I will burn down hate,
Wait till the day goes brown in a manic state,
State a magic ride on a country road,
Road to nowhere state, nowhere is go.
Go to the magic, statues stare.
Statues stare in no ways.
I don't care, I don't wait for nowhere.

I will burn down hate,
Wait till the day goes brown in a manic state,
State a magic ride on a country road,
Road to nowhere state, nowhere is go.
Go to the magic, statues stare.
Statues stare in no ways.
I don't care, I don't wait for nowhere.

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Peddle light, I see it's on.
I'm driving by in my fat mobile.
Now I know what it's like to be a germ.
It's shot down, dear, oh, buy again, it's buy again.
Fun is me, yeah, it never ends.
Pick it up and push it in.
Rub it out, it's a soldier.

Cinema goes down again.
Clint does not move an inch.
ESP will work it out.
Open your windows, give Cindy a shout to me.

Rock and roll, it's a shame that you did,
All you did bored plain (?)
Seek it out on the grass, fun it me, it's (Sashi?) fresh.
Purple jack, purple crap, look at me and sip your sap.
Pin-up boy, pity the whore that rocks a bath on a cold dish.

Soon behave, I wanna be, not today, but some time real soon.
Lock me up in your bedroom,
Come and shout and latch the backdoor for me.

Sipping wine, sipping lies.
To be sure, it's a worthy cause.
Fun and games, running things.
I can't stay, his share is hot.
Hotter than hell, sets right style.
Burning rubber on the A.M. dial.
(With?) me up, another time,
And now I know, I'm blazed out.

sipping wine - sipping lies
to be sure - it's a worthy cause
fun and games - running things (?)
I can't stay - his share is hot
hotter than hell - sets right style
burnin rubber - on the A.M. dial
with me up - another time
and now I know - I'm blazed out

Soon behave, I wanna be, not today, but some time real soon.
Fox on the run, foxy light world.
Roll another one and burn the light, girl, for me.

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Cherry's Blues

[No lyrics]

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At night, I rock awake.
At night, at bed, awake.
I'd light a rocket light.
A live with cherry sick (?)
Burning to your heart,
Burning, Patti's smart.
Another look at you,
Fax every girl who's blue.

Went on a purple light,
Went on a purple lit,
When all the sea supreme,
When all those candles lit,
Burning to your heart.
Burning, Patti's smart.
Another look at you,
Fax every girl who's blue.

At night, I rock awake.
At night, at bed, awake.
I'd light a rocket light.
A live with cherry sick (?)
Burning to your heart,
Burning, Patti's smart.
Another look at you,
Fax every girl who's blue.

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Elegy For All The Dead Rock Stars

[No lyrics]

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