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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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 |
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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]
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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]
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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...
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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'
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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......
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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]
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from Beck - Mellow Gold (1994)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now Word up to the manthing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen I just wanna watch you dance Do you wanna ride on the Baltic Sea I'll be your mistress C.O.D. I'll comb your hair Re-write your diary Pour champagne on a honey bee She can really do me She can look right through me And make all the b-boys scream I'm mixing fitness with leather Homework with Heather Freaks flock together And make all the lesbians scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
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 |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
earchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend Egyptian bells are ringing When it's her birthday Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane blowing your way Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart There's someone calling your name It's driving you insane You were wearing that stained raincoat And your umbrella was a tangled mess You were washed up on the glittering shoals Looking for another crime to confess You bribed yourself Out of a place in the sun But you had some change to spare So you said you want to spend it on me And shook the blues out of your hair Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart There's someone calling your name You're gonna miss that train |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase Cherry gardens feel like ice Hazard lights from her past Underneath the broken bridge Hookers hug illegal dads Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase |
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from Beck - Midnite Vultures (1999)
i met you
at JC Penney i think your nametag said "Jenny" i coldstep to you with a fresh pack of gum somehow i knew you were lookin' for some (oh no) like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin' i wanna do you like that Zankou Chicken 'cos only you've got a thing that i just got to get with i just got to get, get with you and you know what we're gonna do i wanna get with you (oh girl) and your sister i think her name's Debra i wanna get with you (only you) and your sister i think her name's Debra (oh oh!) i pick you up late at night after work i said "lady, step inside my Hyundai" i'm gonna take you up to Glendale yeah, gonna take you for a real good meal cos when our eyes did meet girl you know i was packin' heat ain't no use in wastin' no time gettin' to know each other, you know the deal cos only you got a thing that i just got to get with, got to get with i just got to get with you girl i wanna get with you (only you, girl) and your sister i think her name's Debra i wanna get with you (girl yeah) and your sister i think her name's Debra (oh oh) ooh lovely lady girl you drive me crazy ooh lovely lady girl you drive me crazy |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leperous faces Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees Mouthwash jukebox gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Love machines on the sympathy crutches Discount orgies on the dropout buses Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses Coming to town with the brief case blues Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading Ghetto-blastin' disintegrating Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm sayin' And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind! |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heels 'til my day is done Saturday night in the captain's clothes Tender horns blowin' in my jury 'fros Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro * I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants going much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger, spots on my hand I been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned, sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro * Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems piercing the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly words Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro. * girl: "who are you?" man: "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm." girl: "why did you come here?" man: "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...." *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record, I have bubblegum in my brain" |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm putting them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill Throwing your two bit cares down the drain odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay odelay, odelay Just passing through odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Going back to Houston Do the hotdog dance Going back to Houston To get me some PANTS..... |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburator tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling strangers She can sleep in a fiery bog Throwing troubles to the dying embers She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's got a paradise camoflauge Like a whip-crack sending me shivers She's the boat in a strip mine ocean Riding low on the drunken rivers She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm hi-jacking stop the heaven down I put my eyes in a paper bag I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Keep on truckin' like a novacane hurricane
Low static on the paranoid shortwave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code-red: what's your handle? Mission incredible undercover convoy Full-tilt chromosome cowboy X-ray search and destroy Smoke stack black top novacane boy Got some rum, long horn drum Detonate with the suicide gate Test-tube, still-born and dazed Chump scum plays in the razor's haze Got the momentum radioactive Meltdown! Circumsized with the operation full spectrum generation Cyanide ride down the turnpike After hours on the miracle mic Grinding the gears eighteen wheels Rigs and robots riding on their heels (?) roadblock making a cell block Heats and infernos burning like drano Down the horizon purple gasses Semi-trucks hauling them asses Novacane, hit the road express mode Explode! Novacane! Novacane! |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! [robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone take me home in my elevator bones! Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hyponotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Here-suits with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Let the man get loose while I rock the most Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Man[spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's? Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town girl[spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad." (Get my microphone....) There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone I got plastic on my mind Telephone plastic baby |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage glasses With the crutches of frogs(that bores) Don't be confused when the fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be killed In the billion miles of the muscles that build Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke Vomiting morons The scalps of zero hear the call Rubbing in a blind man's running hall With the canker sores and the robot pill Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage glasses With the crutches of frogs Frogs! Frogs! Frogs! |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When he good times have passed out cold I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on [scream] Ahhhowwww!! |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Canceled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade My bags are waiting In the next life Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is calling to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5! [rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit." When I rock it's like a high 5 Want a slap in the face I love the taste All my days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide high I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! Rocky mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode Cripple candy rocking the candy Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers and chairs no frontiers On my way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping jugger Like the last century [Mike D]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record! Damn!" High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [Mike D]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! Say: Jordache!" |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around We will go Nowhere we know We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all The bargains you drive Buckets and bags And all your belongings Your train's in the sand Ramshackle land Let the rats watch the races We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all Praises get spent Your trick face is bent Pigsties and prizes 'Cause there's no kind of 'well' You're suiting yourself You leave yourself behind We will go Nowhere we know 'Til we find our one and all Your hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
([gotta get it) ([gotta] get it) (yeeah-oh!) (yeeah-oh!) (plastic classic) Can't forget my [bestial] [???] Close electric telephone [phones] Ballin like hordes! About the shout! Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump] All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul Rockin the plastic Takin the [no no / robo] Rough as a river Cowboy nowboy [biscuit / risk it] [tripper] hittin the wicked Man with soul, above the road Takin' it back for the finger-point crowd Ooh, [gotta] get it, plastic classic Totem] [poles] in the briefcase shows Diskobox, [so] action! Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect *(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)* Diskobox, [so] action! Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect *(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)* Once the whistle blows, my sucker froze Last saturday night, i couldn't find my [fight] [drinkin] whiskey an' i did not shave Paralyzed, like'd didn't have no time [pumping] [whimper] and round the road A traveling man with a crooked van Soda-pop oo sittin like slime Lets get [soul] an' i realized Diskobox, [so] action! Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect *(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect) - beck sings at the same time* Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! Diskobox oh! |
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from Moulin Rouge (물랑 루즈) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2001)
This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal * (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized * Repeat Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow * Repeat Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
on a highway unpaved
goin' my way you're so alone today like a ghost town I've found there's no relief no soul no mercy is it true what they say you can't behave you gamble your soul away measuring a jinx of this life seems like the gristle of loneliness don't let the sun catch you cryin' don't let the sun catch you cryin' like an ice age nice days on your way sipping the golden days on a riptide freak's ride sleep inside a parasite's appetite oh say can't you see the chemistry the parasites that clean up for me death never hails recycled cans get well cards to the hostage vans don't let the sun catch you cryin' don't let the sun catch you cryin' you're a deadweight right straight on your way sunk in the midnight shade skys burn eyes turn learning to counterfeit their disease in this town where we roam we bluff our souls on canteen patio drink the latest draft the music drags the music drags the music drags don't let the sun catch you cryin' don't let the sun catch you cryin' |
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from Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues : The Soul Of A Man [ost] (2004)
I'm so glad
I am glad I am glad I am glad I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I don't know what to do I'm tired of moanin' Tired of weepin' Tired of moanin' for you I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I'm so tired I am tired I am tired I am tired Tired of weepin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' for you I'm so glad I am glad I am glad I am glad I'm tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' Tired of moanin' for you |
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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
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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from Just Like Heaven (저스트 라이크 헤븐) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (2005)
I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay Put it together, it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down a dirt road to find you My shoes worn out and used They can't take me much farther Something always takes the place Of missing pieces You can take and put together even though You know there's something missing The sun burned a hole in my roof I can't seem to fix it I hope the rain doesn't come And wash me down the gutter She rides in a car like a queen on a card And the guns of her mind aim a line Straight at mine to a heart that was broke Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of A desert A beach with no leisure a night that's so blue Feed the aching in you and the background Birds take a flight from the earth Where the bonfire burns and the night Current turns on a lifeboat floating Down a river of sleep I can't see her hollow eyes I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks I can't believe these tears were mine I'll give them to you to put away in a box Something always takes the place of Missing pieces you can take and put Together even though You know there's something missing Something always missing always Someone missing something |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I see you there
Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what you're thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns We'll have fun Don't ever doubt it And when I say "Fare thee well, My only friend" Oh how the days go Oh how the days go Your setting sun Your broken drum Your little drugs I'll never forget you I'll never forget you I'll never forget you |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I'm comin 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 drowning all the cares in the world When I get older Climbin up on the back porch fence Just to see the dogs runnin With a ring and a question And my shiverin voice is singing Thru a crack in the window I better go it alone Down on the corner See me standin On a makeshift road With the dust storm blowin In a long black shadow Pull a hammer from a coal mine Down where your daddy was workin Comb my hair back Strike a match on a bathroom wall Where my number was written Drivin on the sidewalk Lookin back and the sky is burning In my rearview mirror I better go it alone |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me Clap hands, that's right Clap hands, clap hands that's right Clap hands clap-clap hands I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin' Clap hands, that's right Clap hands, clap hands that's right Clap hands clap-clap hands I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right clap, clap |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
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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from Beck - Sissyneck [ep] (1997)
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill In the evening time All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When the good times have passed out cold I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on |
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from Beck - Sissyneck [ep] (1997)
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano Despierto alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros ascendemos en la tarde Y recuerdo tu sonrisa Con el viento salvaje Hay algo vacio cuando empieza Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano |
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from Beck - Sissyneck [ep] (1997)
Must have been the devil
Believe that woman has gone mad Must a been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Nothing' but the devil Change my baby's mind Nothing but the devil Change my baby's mind Laid down last night Laid down last night Laid there last night And tried to take my rest My mind got to rambling' Like wild geese from the west Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Woman I love Woman I love; took off with my best friend |
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from Beck - Sissyneck [ep] (1997)
Brother, are you really here?
The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really home? Holy as a blessed worm A paradise ambasssador Bring me to your room And I will throw you rocks today And watch them pass right through, you say And this is not a game or test We both have done some grieving Brother, with your vast reward A treasury you can't afford Surgeries and innocence abounds And I have read in paper books My eyes are glands on twisted hooks Never have I felt or looked So sorry for you now Brother, are you trained to spy? One eye open, one eye dry When I die, will you be my neighbor? Tell me things I like to know Dressing up from head to toe Let them know to and fro From here and tomorrow Brother, are you really here? The message I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you |
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from Grammy Nominees - Grammy Nominees 2006 (2006)
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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from Beck - Guero (2005)
Spaceships in the jungle
In the field of ??? We've been driving through the desert Looking for a life to call our own I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain ??? little things Something's coming, sky is purple Dogs are hounding to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a riptide come rip us away I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain? little things I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain? little things |
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from Beck - Epro / International Version (2005)
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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from Beck - Epro / International Version (2005)
See me comin' to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holdin' on to the devil I know All my troubles just hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin' Don't forget to pick up what you sow Talkin' trash to the garbage around you Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na 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 Handin' out a confection of venom Heaven's drunk 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 Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us, all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us, all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na |
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from Beck - Epro / International Version (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down a dirt road to find you My shoes worn out and used They can't take me much farther Something always takes the place Of missing pieces You can take and put together even though You know there's something missing The sun burned a hole in my roof I can't seem to fix it I hope the rain doesn't come And wash me down the gutter She rides in a car like a queen on a card And the guns of her mind aim a line Straight at mine to a heart that was broke Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of A desert A beach with no leisure a night that's so blue Feed the aching in you and the background Birds take a flight from the earth Where the bonfire burns and the night Current turns on a lifeboat floating Down a river of sleep I can't see her hollow eyes I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks I can't believe these tears were mine I'll give them to you to put away in a box Something always takes the place of Missing pieces you can take and put Together even though You know there's something missing Something always missing always Someone missing something |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated 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 leavin' 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 hated 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 leavin' Black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
Earthquake Weather
Space ships can't tame the jungle And I feel like I'm giving in We've been drivin thru a desert Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain Something's coming sky is purple Dogs are howling to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a rip tide could rip us away I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little brain |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
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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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin window down Feel the moonlight on your skin desert wind Cool your aching head weight of the world Drift away instead These day I barely get by I don't even try It's a treacherous road With a desolated view There's distant lights they're far and few sun don't shine Even when its day drive all night Just to feel like you're ok These days I barely get by I don't even try I don't even try |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands Through the helter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes No more cinders from the sky All the laws of creation Tell a dead man how to die O deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun Looking through a broken diamond To make the past what it should be Through the ruins and the weather Capsized boats in the sea O deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun Wee just holding on to nothing To see how long nothing lasts O deserts down below us And storms up above Like a stray dog gone defective Like a paper tiger in the sun |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Theres a blue bird at my window
I cant hear the songs he sings All the jewels in heaven They dont look the same to me I just wade the tides that turned Till I learn to leave the past behind Its only lies that Im living Its only tears that Im crying Its only you that Im losing Guess Im doing fine All the battlements are empty And the moon is laying low Yellow roses in the graveyard Got no time to watch them grow Now I bade a friend farewell I can do whatever pleases me Its only lies that Im living Its only tears that Im crying Its only you that Im losing Guess Im doing fine Press my face up to the window To see how warm it is inside See the things that Ive been missing Missing all this time Its only lies that Im living Its only tears that Im crying Its only you that Im losing Guess Im doing fine |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
I can't cry them anymore
I can't think of what they're for Oh they ruin me every time But I'll try And leave behind some days These tears just can't erase I don't need them anymore How could this love ever-turning Never turn its eye on me? How could this love ever-changing Never change the way I feel? Lazy sun Your eyes catch the light With the promises that might Come true for a while Oh I'll ride Farther than I should Harder than I could Just to meet you there How could this love ever-turning Never turn its eye on me? How could this love ever-changing Never change the way the feel? |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Your sorry eyes
they cut through bone They make it hard to leave you alone Leave you here wearing your wounds Waving your guns at somebody new Baby you're lost Baby you're lost Baby you're a lost cause There's too many people you used to know They see you coming they see you go They know your secrets and you know theirs This town is crazy but nobody cares Baby you're lost Baby you're lost Baby you're a lost cause I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting Fighting for a lost cause There's a place where you are going You ain't never been before There's no one laughing at your back now No one standing at your door Is that what you thought love was for Baby you're lost Baby you're lost Baby you're a lost cause I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting Fighting for a lost cause |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell You can't tell I've seen the end of the day come too late Seen the love you had turning into hate Had to act like I didn't even care But I did so I got stranded standing there Standing there It's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon Like the prison dogs they set out after you You owe nothing to the past but wasted time To serve a sentence that was only in your mind In your mind It's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Well it's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind It's all in your mind Well it's all in your mind And i wanted to be And i wanted to be Your good friend Well i cannot believe You got a devil up your sleeve And he's talking to me And i cannot believe And i wanted to be And i wanted to be Your good friend Well you're all scared and stiff A sick stolen gift And the people you're with They're all scared and stiff And i wanted to be And i wanted to be Your good friend |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does Faster than a bullet From an empty gun Turn yourself over Loose change we could spend Grinding down diamonds Round, round, round the bend People pushing harder Up against themselves Make their daggers sharper Than their faces tell Babe, its your time now Loose change we could spend Where we are going Round, round, round the bend |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Time wears away
All the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand Losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead to me now 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something die Love looks away In the harsh light of the day On the edge of nothing more Days fade to black In the light of what they lack Nothing's measured by what it needs Already dead to me now 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something dyin' |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-05-12 21:09:10
Subject : Beck - Black tambourine
