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| 3:22 | 
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See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming Don't forget to pick up what you sow Talking trash to the garbage around you See me kickin the door with my boots Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish Snakes and bones in the back of your room Handing out a confection of venom Heaven's drunk from the poison you use Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler Now I see it's a comfort to you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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Que' onda Jose?
Que' onda Jose? See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that's honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Hey wait, que onda? TJ cowboys hang around Sleeping in the sidewalk With a Burger King crown Never wake 'em up Mas cerveza Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos Que' onda guero? Que' onda guero? Que' onda guero? Que' onda guero? Mondo broncos roll with crowbars Chingling rancheros on cheap guitars Abuelitas with plastic bags Walking to the church with the Spanish candles Daily burracho says 'ique putas!' Andale, Joto, your popsicle is melting Run better run, da doo run run ??? in the midnight sun Guero, where are you going? Que' onda guero? Guero, where are you going? Que' onda guero? Rampart boys with loaded rifles Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays Mango ladies, vendedores And a busstop singer Banda macho chorus Que' onda guero? A donde vayas Que' onda guero? A donde vayas Que ? es ese? Alla en la en Pico Hey vamos a jugar futbol hay en el Griffith park La Pico and Vermont Hey Lacoro Yeah now I'm going to LACC I'm taking a ceramics class See the vegetable man James Joyce Michael Bolton Que' onda guero, where are you going? Que' onda guero, where are you going? Hey what's up guero? "You doing pushups?" No te veo guero! El guero! Que Pasa Otra vero guero I dunno I saw a puppet ? with a mullet and a popsicle. Hey Guero Que locura! Chico Hey Guero Yeah Bro? Hehehe, footlong? Let's go to ? They have the new Yanni cassette |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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I saw her, yeah I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses A fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she could hang from the sun And point it out with the dark sunglasses Walking crooked down the beach She spits in the sand Where their bones are bleaching And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know it's wrong And you know I'm gonna make it die Take her where her soul belongs Know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try Hey my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl I saw her, yeah I saw her With her hands tied back Her rags are burnin' Calling out from a landfilled life Scrawling her name up on the ceiling Throw a coin in the fountain of dust White noise, her ears are ringing Got a ticket for my midnight hanging Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving And I know I'm gonna steal her eye She doesn't even know it's wrong And you know I'm gonna make it die Take her where her soul belongs Know I'm gonna steal her eye Nothing that I wouldn't try Hey my sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl My sun-eyed girl Hey my sun-eyed girl |
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| 4. |
| 4:44 |
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I prayed to heaven today
To bring its hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in there I'd drive all that I owned Down the dirt road to find you And my shoes, worn-out and used, They can't take me much further Oooh Something always takes the place of missing pieces You can take it, won't you get down here and Though you know there's something's missing The sun burned a hole in my roof I can't seem to fix it And I hope rain doesn't come Wash me down the gutter Something always takes the place of missing pieces You can take it, would you get down here and Though you know there's something's missing A heart that is broken ??? There's a beach and a treasure ??? ??? ??? Light bulb floating down the street ??? Walking along with her boots full of rocks Can't leave these days of mine I give 'em to you to keep away from rocks Something always takes the place of Missing pieces, you can take it Would you get down here and Though you know there's something's missing Something always missing Always someone missing something Something always missing Always someone missing something Something always missing Always someone missing something Something always missing Always someone missing something |
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| 5. |
| 2:46 |
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Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane Don't know the life that I'm livin' Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine My baby run to me She lives in broken-down buildings Can't pay the rent again These spider webs are my home now And when the sun is down We'll shake and rattle our bodies To keep it warm at night My tambourine is still shaking Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Doo doo doo doo Black cards in effigy We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take hurricane Don't know the life that I'm livin' Black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Doo doo doo doo |
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| 7. |
| 3:18 |
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Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco Make notes, burn like broken equipment Looking for shelter via juxtaposition Thought control, those written confessions Two dimensions, dumb your head down Duck, don't look now, company missiles Power is raunchy when the cops are watching Make your dreams out of paper mache Cliched wasted hate taste-tested Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hi. Yeah, that's it. Yeah, that's it. Yeah, that's it. Hi. Stretched to the limit, attention spared Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks Noise response, applause and handclaps Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow Makin' points on the verge of pointless Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare Look for the common, not superficial Code Red cola ?? crisis Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles With magic markers running out of their ink Lives and White Out, turn the lights out Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Yes. Hi. I like your bass. Your beat is nice. Yeah, that's it. Yes. Yes. Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hell yes. |
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| 8. |
| 4:30 |
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I see you there
Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what your thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns We'll have our fun Don't ever doubt it And when I say Fare thee well My only friend Oh how the days go Your setting sun Your broken drum Your little drugs I'll never forget you Never forget you |
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| 9. |
| 4:16 |
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I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette In the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their lies Trick cards fool the eye Carry zeros over till they add up Bury tears in the chapters you shut Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell And the rain's too plain to tell All alone by a barren well The scarecrow's only scarin himself I've been diggin the ground Through the dust and the clouds I see miles and miles and junkyard piles I wanted hope from a grave I wanted strength from a slave What gives you comfort now Might be the end of you then Cows are pullin at my clothes The wind got my fingers froze Standin all day keepin watch Over all the treasures we lost Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell And the rain's too plain to tell All alone by a barren well The scarecrow's only scarin himself The scarecrow's only scarin himself The scarecrow's only scarin himself The scarecrow's only scarin himself, yeah |
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| 10. |
| 4:09 |
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I'm coming over
See me down at the station By the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drownin' All the cares in the world When I get older I'm climbing up on the back porch fence Just to see the dogs runnin' With the ring and a question And I'm shivering Voices singing through a crack in the window Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na Down on the corner See me standing In a makeshift home With a dust storm comin' Long black shadow Pull my hair before My coalmine gambling Daddy was smokin' Pullin' my hair back Struck a match on a bathroom wall Where my number was written Driving on the sidewalk Lookin' back at the sky It's burning in the rearview mirror Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na Na na na na Na na na na I'm coming over See you down At the station by the lane With my hands in my pocket Jingling a wish coin That I stole from a fountain That was drownin' All the cares in the world When I get older Climbing up on the back fence Pointing to the dogs standin' firm With the ring and a question And I'm ?? And a voice that was singing underneath Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na, I better go it alone Na na na na na I gotta go it alone Don't go it alone Doo doo doo doo I better go it alone Doo doo doo doo Na na na na Na na na na Doo doo doo doo Na na na na Doo doo doo doo |
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| 11. |
| 4:19 |
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Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need Cards some need luck Some need dollar bills lining their clothes All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be Your last farewell ride I don't see the face of Kindness I don't hear the Mission bells I don't smell The morning roses all I see Is all I see is Two white horses in a line Carrying me to my burying ground Some may say this might be Your last farewell ride |
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| 12. |
| 3:05 |
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Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see Straight as a razor kickin the dust Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust Takin me far Far as a rental car can go Hey now girl at the end of the road Down where the reaper is walkin alone Singing a death knell Clappin along At the end of the night There's a road we'll be on Takin me far, Far as a rental car can go |
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| 13. |
| 4:02 |
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14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent till the lights went dead Then I saw my sign comin up the road A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little too much to ask of faith It's a little late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you seen Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene Kindness will find you When darkness has fallen Round your bed Kindness will follow Children will wander Till The end |
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| 14. |
| 4:28 |
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get up son hit you head like a drum
weeds are all grown in vain too much time I got too much time living in a waste of space take yourself don't break yourself its all gonna be ok get used to it don't lose your head its all gonna be the same she knows send a message to her she knows get a message to her kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head face it down don't turn it around unless you wanna be where you been take yourself don't break yourself its all gonna be ok get used to it don't lose your head its all gonna be the same she knows send a massage to her she knows get a massage to her spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all rancid something to believe something to believe |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-05-12 21:09:10
Subject : Beck - Black tambourine
