In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs spray paint the vegetables dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so shave your face with some mace in the dark savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park yo cut it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me double barrel buckshot Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare banned all the music with a phony gas chamber cuz one's got a weasel and other's got a flag one's on the pole shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job the daytime crap with the folksinger slop he hung himself with a guitarstring slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing if you can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me get crazy with the cheeze whiz Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me drive by body pierce yo bring it on down
I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me I can't believe you Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me Sprechen sie Deutches, baby Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me
tonight the city is full of morgues and all the toilets are overflowing there's shopping malls coming out of the walls as we walk out among the manure that's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer as he's dancing upon your paycheck the sales climb high through the garbage-pail sky like a giant dildo crushing the sun that's why I pay no mind sleep in slime I just got signed so get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams get out your ten-foot flags the insects are huge and the poison's all been used and the drugs won't kill your day job...honey that's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind that's why i pay no mind [x7]
I ain't got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin' drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah when you want to be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head no no no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey devil's got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin' wild on the bayou now talkin' on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin' with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain't got no soul I ain't got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
one more time..) I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars.................. .................cryin' rattlesnake on the ceilin' gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn[x3]
I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair running through the mini mall in my underwear I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home sun went down I got frozen to the bone 'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform he said 'too bad, better bite the bullet hard son' I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon get busy, get busy, you know it I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack standing right here with a beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm whistlin dixie with the dixie cup filled with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill big fat fingers pointing into my face telling me to get busy cleaning up this place I got bent like a wet cigarette and she's coming after me with a butterfly net ridin on a bloodhound ringing the bell black cat wrapped in the road map to hell pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg taking turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw like a pretzel in the stars just waitin to fall so give me what I got to get so I can go cause I ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack and I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin jack
Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on You lousy puke Fuck you!!! Why don't you call your mommy? You're a fucking drunk! Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk! Come on, motherfucker! but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself acid casualty with a repossessed car Vietnam vet playin' air guitar it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs yeah...yeah whiskey-stained buck-toothed backwoods creep grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh, yeah...yeah belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh oh, my goodness oh... mmm... psychotic breakdown double-edged axe growin' hair like a shag rug on his greasy back it's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin' truck-drivin' neighbors downstairs oh my goodness oh my goodness oh, yeah come on, honey, feel the grease grease, grease come on, honey, feel the grease oh, my goodness come on, honey, feel the grease oh yeah come on, lay it on me bring it down one more time come on, honey...
touch me on the inside with a finger full of famine wanna get you on the sofa later; wanna shake and bake me? bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more barroom !?!?! full of bread with a horse-whip ???? screamin we are strong and ??????? grab your wine, tell me where you been with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin grab your wine, take me where you been with the violin time and the moon gettin' thin I wanna climb up off the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball I wanna climb up on the wall I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball lay onto the dawn and on your plentiful sensation cause the town is full of sound and I killed my last relation got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine got a bucket full of blood got you on my mind gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside dancing women throwing plates decapitating their laughing dates swirling chickens caught in flight out of focus much too bright coming down shiny teeth game show suckers trying to bleed but I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love How you like me now pretty good going on,feeling strong I quit my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking in code we went down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody bent over twice painting the walls throwing some dice leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief and they were singing like this winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm hungry now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness fluffy clouds jumping rainbows fluffy clouds I'm sad jumping rainbows a soft and snuggly place [x2] winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm horny now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness oh yeah, I like it like that oh that is cold somebody put a flame-thrower on that oh my goodness take me down to the depot buddy put me down on the bus oh yeah I like it like that somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass hey hey hey uh-huh what's happenin'
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women learnin' to bow Can't complain about the mess Momma killed her only dress Now she's longin' for the pants Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catchin chill up the storm On the train they cannot feel Lost my head beneath the wheel Now she steals my body home The trees are fake, the air is dead The birds are stuffed with poison lead And the ground is much too clean And if it's only me who's scared Strap me into the 'lectric chairs Ring the moon like a broken bell When she drags you from the hill Daddy's gonna burn down the still We can watch it from the rooftop Ooh... [etc...] Lay into the fryin' pan Now she kisses her own hand With the fiddle on the fire I took a leap into the fog Sleepin' on a hollow log Now I'm coughin' with no mouth You can keep yourself inside But you know you cannot hide When the devil's your only friend mmmmmmmmmm......
she took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment she's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty self-conscious and a little bit moody it's a new age let-down in my face she's so spaced out and there ain't no space she's got marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty uptight and a little bit snooty oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh she's a magical, sparklin' tease she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene with nightmare bogus poetry she's a melted avocado on the shelf she's the science of herself she's spazzing out on a cosmic level and she's meditating with the devil she's cooking salad for breakfast she's got tofu the size of Texas she's a witness to her own glory she's a never-ending story she's a frolicking depression she's a self-inflicted obsession she's got a thousand lonely husbands she's playin' footsie in another dimension she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth
hey, mr. asshole, what's your big hassle sitting in your castle, judging everyone you're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill why don't you break your face on my head? everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x4] trying to annoy ya, total paranoia everything I do is to try to fuck you up screw chum chewin the house of spasm trucks drove on the situation, dude everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x7]
windy, windy looking for a better home got me, got me runnin' out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there
wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little boy, little boy layin' on a sleeping bag watching, watching through the cracks of his eyelids
stranger, stranger feeling on a broken stone (???) lost him, lost him standin' on the orange chairs alphabet, alphabet can't afford a telephone black hole, black hole nothin's gonna harm you
Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Who's mother never held her hand Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With Sports Illustrated moms I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry
I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant rain
I think we're going crazy Her left eye is lazy She looks so Israeli Nicotine and gravy
I'll feed you fruit that don't exist I'll leave graffiti Where you've never been kissed I'll do your laundry Massage your soul I'll turn you over To the highway patrol
I think we're going crazy Things don't even faze me Her left eye is lazy Nicotine and gravy Miracles amaze me She looks so Israeli Love the way she plays me I think I'm going crazy
I don't want to die tonight I don't want to die tonight
We like the boys With the bullet proof vests We like the girls With the cellophane chests We like to ride on executive planes We like to sit around and get real paid
I know you really want it Cos your Daddy's always on it And he knows just how to flaunt it He got pictures in his wallet And he wanna be your lover Does he look just like my mother Does he cover you like butter And just leave you in the gutter
I want to know if I'm worth your time There's so much to do before you die Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again Touch my ass if you're qualified
Hot milk Mmmm...tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We go solo Dance floors and talk shows Hot dogs, No Doz Hot Sex in back rows
I wanna know what makes you scream Be your twenty million dollar fantasy Treat you real good Expensive jeans Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece Party people know I'm that type of freak
People look so snooty Take pills make them moody Automatic bzooty Zero to tutti fruitti Sex in the halls Niagra Falls Local shopping malls receive Anonymous calls Hot like a cheetah Neon mamacita Eat at tacoria Pop lockin' beats from Korea Looking like jail bait Selling lots of real estate Looking like a hot date Banging like an 808
Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this?
Norman Schwartzkoff Something tells me you want to go home Champagne, bibles Custom clothes you own Calling up from special area codes Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones I got nothing to do, nowhere to go I'll tell you what you want If you want to know Satin sheets Tropical oils Turn up the heat Till the swimming pool boils Let all the neighbors Read it in the papers Making all those gentlemen cry Realistic tears
Jockin my Mercedes Probably have my baby Shop at Old Navy He wish he was a Lady
Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue
Peaches and Cream You make a garbage man scream Such a dangerous dream Peaches and Cream?
You look good in that sweater And that aluminum crutch I'm gonna let you down easy I've got a delicate touch
Peaches and Cream You make a garbage man scream Come on girl it's a dream
You're a torn out page From a best selling book Your home girl's on the line But your daddy's off the hook Where do we go now?
Give those pious soldiers Another lollipop Cause we're on the good ship Menage et tois Peaches and Cream You make a garbage man scream Such a delicate thing
The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cos there's only rehashed faces On the bread line tonight Soon you'll be a figment Of some infamous life
Billionaires smile like weapons Passing out platinum pensions They're out of kontrol No one knows how low they'll go
(Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train
Those bra burning deportees At the service station They know that beige Is the color of resignation
We're out of kontrol No one knows how low we'll go (Hold on) Take a ride on a broken train
Shining like crystal tiaras Ghettos and grey Rivieras This is the real me ladies You won't find no shelter here
Tell me, what's your zip code baby Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap
Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself
Milk and honey Pouring down like money Make a poor boy wanna run Milk and Honey Do you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun
Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold cola cans You'll get the keys to the city for free
Milk and honey Pouring down like money Bring a poor boy to his knees Milk and honey No it isn't funny Living in a garden of sleaze
Bangkok athletes in the biosphere Arkansas wet dreams We all disappear Kremlin mistress Rings the buddah chimes She slips me ruffies Receding hairlines
She's all right...touching my body She's all right...on my computer She's all right...selling me watches She's all right...ring on my finger
Beck의 명반 Guero 앨범 수록곡.
예전에 우리 승열 형님이 마이 앤트 메리랑 GMF 라디오 하셨을 때
순용씨였나 누구였나 기억은 안 나는데 마이 앤트 메리 쪽에서 선곡했던 곡.
그 때 부터 계속 찾아서 갖고 있던 곡인데 질질 끌고 다니기만 하고 포스팅 안했다가
오늘 그냥 해버리려구. 아우~ㅋㅋ
그 때 들었을 때 정말 좋았는데
벡...
3년 전 '인생은 댄스와 같다'라고 유쾌하게 외친 영원한 동안의 그가 불쑥 나타나 어쿠스틱 기타 하나를 들고 머나먼 사이키델리아의 세계로 여행을 떠났다. 오직 금의환향을 학수고대하던 팬들에게는 자신의 얼굴이 크게 박혀진 앨범 한 장을 고이 남겨두고서.새로운 앨범의 음원들은 벡(Beck)의 공식 홈페이지를 통해 꾸준히 공개되어왔고 사실상 팬들은 이번 앨범이 [Mutations]의 후속작이 될 것임을 예감했다. 그러나 쉽게 '제 2의 Mutations'라 단정짓기에는 난감한 부분들이 많았다. 이윽고 의문 가득한 트랙들이 한 장의 앨범으로 모습을 드러냈을 때 사람들은 당황하였다. 한밤중의 댄스 플로어에서 내려온 벡은 모두의 예상대로 오래 전 구석에 놓아둔 어쿠스틱 기타를 꺼내들고 [Mutations]과 [One ...
