Small Flowers Crack Concrete

Small flowers crack concrete Narcotic squads sweep through poet dens Spilling coffee, grabbing 15-yr-old runaway girls By frazzled ponytail ed hair And tossing them into backseats of cop cars The narcs beat the bearded oracles Replacing tantric love with complete violence Lights and mirrors dot the city Ink stained hippies With boxed lunch and marijuana Mystery plays of shit and nothingness Blessed by colors from a black hat Blue lights search through weeds Searching for the heart of d.a. levy And the mind he left behind What did you expect? Another mystic wreck? That's what you got crawling Inside your panic net What did you bring me? Not a goddam thing yeh And what did you leave me? Another tombstone dream, yeh O salacious mansion, the boys held for ransom Did you see where he's gone? The blasted summers dawn Fucked up in Cleveland, fucked up in Cleveland Short flight to nothing Heaven's up to something Heaven's up to something Levy's up to something Levy's up to something Death poems for the living gods of America Plastic saxophones bleat Bleed for nothing, nada Cops crashing through doors Infuriated by silver charms of suburban smoke At war with patches of red dirt glitter And bluejean fucking And protest. --- Small Flowers Crack Concrete - Sonic Youth