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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)
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 - Mellow Gold (1994)
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old toolshed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow [Backing vocals:] Oooh... 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' Drink my coffee with a hubcap Yeah [Backing vocals:] Oooh... 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's 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... Float out on my checkout boot [?] Runnin' wild on the bayou Now I'm talkin' on a walkie-talkie Credit card glued to my hand Feels good [Backing vocals:] Oooh... 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)
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)
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)
You know, you know homey don't play like that
Can't believe that shit (?) Hey Mr. Asshole, what's your big hassle? Sitting in your castle, judging everyone Your acting like it's chill while the deal's gettin' ill Why don't you break your face on my head? Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Total paranoia tryin' to annoy ya Everything I do is to try and fuck you up Some trauma true and I was such a spasm Drop yourself on the situation, dude Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Ahhhh! Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker Everyone's out to get you, mutherfucker |
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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)
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)
----------Pay No Mind (Snoozer) - Beck
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 Sheep in slime I just got signed So get out your lead-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 [x7] |
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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 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)
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)
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)
Acid casualty with a reposessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours 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' neighbours 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' neighbours downstairs Oh Oh, my goodness Oh... [etc...] Mmm... [etc...] Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe Growin' hair like a shag rug on a greasy back It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs Oh my goodness Oh my goodness [Sung under the following:] Oh... [etc...] 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)
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)
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)
One more time
I was born in this hotel Washing dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying 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 Coming back from the convalescent home Staring at sports cars Crying Rattlesnake on the ceiling Gun powder 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 Lay it on to the dawn Lay it on to the dawn |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
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 Beck - Odelay (1996)
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 - Odelay (1996)
Is it come and gone
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash Sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected 'Til it grafts some wires? Is it sped up, spun around Brown and yellow in the fires? What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see Is it comes in lovely bones That put their shirts on ice? Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? Is it normal, born-again? Let the vultures drink and drown Is it's force from weathers? Birds of feathers never frown What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see Is it come and gone Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
On a highway, unpaved, going my way
You're so alone today Like a ghost town, I've found There's no belief, no salt in the sea Is it true what they say? You can't behave You gamble your soul away Measuring the dreams, 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, are on your way Sipping the golden drinks On a rip-tide, freak's ride Asleep inside, a parasite's appetite Oh, say can't you see? The chemistry The parasites, the clean up fee Death never hands recycled cans And get well cars 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 Skies burned, eyes turned Learning to counterfeit their disease In this town where we roam We bluff our souls In canteen patios Drink the bravest draught 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 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 fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field Shooting venom at the passers-by Hijackers tie the heavens 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 fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field 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 fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field |
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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)
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 - Odelay (1996)
Devils Haircut
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 garbageman trees Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes whipping out of their 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 Come into town with the briefcase 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 and roll, know what I'm saying? And everywhere I look there's a devil in 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)
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)
([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 Beck - Odelay (1996)
Out on the highway I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients Handing out money, the fly's making honey Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like Seasons are turning, village is burning Convalescents open their presents Wandering children ready and willing Beggars and lightweights harness the highways Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time Redtape rivals recycling bibles Let's don't be like everyone else With the one trip rooms,,the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Offices and fountains they named for you
Stacks and zealots wither in shit-filled rooms Hari-karis barely a tear for you Hairy fairies spinning the golden looms Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching in their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent Fisticuffs and zithers of Zanzibar Body pills and shiver and caviar Dazzlements and accidents body's chart Choice cut meats of derelict boulevards Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching up their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching in their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth, not when it's unplanned There's no map that can tell you where you are You're in between things that only go half way You want the best, you want contests Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the TB Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whip flash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains (What's your name? Cheetah and Tammy) Stealin' my water from an empty well I got birds of life and a chain-gang bell Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road I got debutantes with the elephant's gold Feast and famines all holding their hands Filling in the blanks with swollen glands Draggin' my heels down the varicose lanes Paradise landlords swingin' their chains I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the TB Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whipflash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains |
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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)
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)
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)
Hotwax
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the bands taking pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the Captain's clothes Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi 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 spicing 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 getting busy with ease Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi 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 mi cerebro Who are you? I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm Why did you come here? I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Ease yourself on down And if you're bound and frowned You better put it on down 'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills The moon's eye is frozen shut These vacant lanes unknown, uncut Shredded up and sold for seed Another tribute sent to a backwards breed Hear those buzzards flap their heaps Up above where skies are cheap For pioneers with chandeliers Darkened arks in diamond ears Through those rusty windows Traffics shoot like venom Static addicts Causing us to fly like sticks Fumes of flags and endless wicks INFERNO!!! Habit-trails of garbage pails I search and strip my stale grails And when it's time to strike the blues I gotta let my jive and jackass fuse This pollution is electrocution Riffs and rags, no resolution My wagon limps a miser's pace On borrowed fuels of lice and lace Hail to the mother man Can't stand the soul can Cold sweat, tiger tan Sold my gold and left this land Vaccination, cancellation Tuning in to the two-bit station Alkaline batteries shot Summer's all tied In the hangman's know INFERNO!!! |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
I 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 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 old 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)
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)
Kiss the girl slay a hag
Feel the flavor freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade The haunted beast with faces flayed Silver chicken make a fuss Reveling in molten puss Favorite patrons crack their death With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution purple fist Pummeling your angel piss Sour powered wussy soul Solid darkness goddess show Weaving heirlooms thru the hour From the cradle monster cowered Waking up delicious ghost They'll eat themselves from coast to coast Dancing in their bandages The victims grow leaving messages Hear the commune cocaine blast Earthly mothers with flattened chests Sloping gardens, mystic hours Fried vibrations overpowered In the mangles of their hair Shrouded spirits and underwear Crazy wires fuse their brains Drinking water sugar cane Playing drums and broken flutes Homeless gods and iron boots Flying wicked love control Circus storm and demon skull Entering the solar sphere Planets meld crystal clear Thrashing in the astral glow Flashing in their fleshly show Waking up delicious ghost They'll eat themselves from coast to coast Dancing in their bandages The victims grow leaving messages |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
AHHRRRRHHHH!!!
you only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door, and you're taking for granted, what the lords laid on the floor, so i'm picking up the pieces and i'm puttin' them up for sale, throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail cause lord only knows it's gettin' late the senses are gone, so don't you hesistate, give yourself a call, letcha' bottom dollars fall throwin 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. titanic, 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, theres nothing dead, left to kill, throwin' your two bit cares down the drain... yeah... Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay just passin' through... Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay........... dYow! Goin' back to houston, to the hot dog dance,(fading) Goin' back to houston, to get me some pants...(quiet) |
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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)
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)
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 classes With the clutches of fog Don't be confused when your 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 On the vomiting whores This stops at zero, hailed the call Running down the hall, there's nothing wrong With the chancre sores and the robot pills Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation! A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the clutches of fog Fog! Fog! Fog! (?) |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Keep on truckin like a novacane hurricane
Blowin static on the poor man's short-wave Stampede's 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 so numb, your mind won't drum Getting late with the suicide beat Test-tube, still-born and dazed Chump scum plays in the razor's haze Got the momentum radioactive Lowdown! Step aside for the operation Don't expect some generation Cyanide ride down the turnpike after hours on the miracle mic Grinding the gears eighteen wheels Pigs and robots riding on their heels Fine tune road block making a sand box Diesel infernos burning like drano Down the horizon purple gasses Semi-trucks hauling their asses Novacane, hit the road expressway Explode! Novacane! Novacane! |
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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)
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)
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 'Till 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 'Till 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)
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade And 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 comin 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)
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)
Tell me where you want me to go
If I'm gone then I'll get there soon Tell me what you want me to be If I've been there split in two Tell me what you want me to say Then I'll put my tongue away Tell me what you want me to see With my eyes so grizzly gray You're insane Got no name The lion's tame It's all the same Got no brain The lion's tame Tell me where you want me to go If I'm gone then I'll get there soon Tell me what you want me to be If I've been there split in two You're insane Got no name The lion's tame It's all the same Got no brain Lion's tame |
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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 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 - 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)
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 - 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)
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog I'm taking morphine Now I'm rolling in sweat With a loaf of cold bread And a taco in my jeans On the map if you glide She's got such ugly thighs I got taken by surprise With the plate of flaming noodles It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
Here's a story that I want to pass on to you
that I think is... has meant a lot to me. He said 'Ed, you have no control over the past, it's a canceled check. You have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to happen. Your maximum point of power in your life is now! Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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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 The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands And 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 I got two turntables and a microphone Take me home with my elevator bones That was a good drum break Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hypnotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsutes with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Like my man Gary Wilson, 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 What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's? Let's make it out baby 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 We're all part of the total syndrome 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's a two-horse town That's beautiful, Dad Got 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 The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands And 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 Make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (scream) Telephone plastic baby Ahh, so good Oh, yeah Let's play good |
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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 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 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 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)
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 - Mutations (1998)
i just found me a bottle of blues
some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you and i've been waiting for a year, a day some strange weather must be blowin' my way cause i got no mind to go or to stay, or be left behind holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues egos drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown on a backwoods river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late i'm over the rails and out of the race and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose these bottle of blues i just found me a bottle of blues some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard, ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues bottle of blues |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
i hate to do this
but you're a pain in the neck i thought you knew this you're handing me a canceled check you're so helpless your girlfriends think you're a saint i'll give you a quarter i'll keep my judgements to myself and i get caught up in the moonlight reaching out for a rotten egg i don't want to beg it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone count your blessings and do the things that you should o the has-beens that never had it so good stormy weather the kids are making a racket in the wilderness the wild lives are so mild and i get caught up in the moonlight reaching out for a rotten egg i don't wanna beg it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone and i get caught up in the moonlight reaching out for a rotten egg i don't wanna beg it's crystal clear your time is nearly gone.. |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
Cold Brains
Unmoved Untouched Unglued Alone at last no thoughts no mind to rot behind a trail of disaster a final curse abandoned hearse we ride disowned corroded to the bone the fields of green are bent obscene i lay upon the gravel a worm of hope a hangman's rope pulls me one way or the other a final curse abandoned hearse we write this song corroded to the bone a bird of song is heard no longer in the evacuated heavens the drain is drawn and drained and gone and on and on it doesn't matter a final the curse abandoned hearse we write this song corroded to the bone |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
where will you go
when this day is over a gambler's purse lays on the road straight to your door snakes have gone crazy tonight winding their way out of sight a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted seasons of strangers they've come and gone doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town who could disown themselves now engineer, slow down this old train cinders and chaff laugh at the moon night birds will cackle rotting like apples on trees sending their dead melodies... to me |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they named for you dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart choice cut meats from derelict boulevards hear their lonesome whistle blow no direction to be known in a senile reverie a tearful gaze turns away emoting cold and grey scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they name for you so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face terrorist confections look so out of place looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
lazy flies all hovering above
the magistrate he puts on his gloves and he looks to the clouds all pink and disheveled there must be some blueprints, some creed of the devil inscribed in our minds a hideous game vanishes in thin air the vanity of slaves who wants to be there? to sweep the debris to harness dead horses to ride in the sun a life of confessions written in the dust out in the mangroves the mynah birds cry in the shadows of sulphur the trawlers drift by they're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute the dust of opiates and syphilis patients on brochure vacations fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights the puritans stare their souls are fluoresecent the skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor their hand grenade eyes invalid and blind vanishes in thin air the vanity of slaves who wants to be there? to sweep the debris to harness dead horses to ride in the sun a life of confessions written in the dust |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go and on the day you said it's true some love holds, some gets used tried to tell you i never knew it could be so sweet who could ever be so cruel, blame the devil for the things you do its such a selfish way to lose the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own when the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that fits better find the one that lights the way for you when the road is full of nails, garbage pails and darkened jails and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you who would ever notice you you fade into a shaded room it's such a selfish lose the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
there is no one; nothing to see
the night is useless and so are we cause everybody knows the fabric of folly is fallin apart at the seams and I've been lookin for a good time but the pleasures are seldom and few there's no whiskey; there's no wine just the concrete and a worried mind cause everybody knows death creeps in slow til you feel safe in his arms... and I've been lookin for a new friend and I don't care if he's decrepit and gray la la la la la... o maria, haven't you known been so careless all on your own cause everybody knows the circus is closed and the animals have gone wild and I've been looking for my shadow but this place is so bright and so clean there is no one; nothing to see the night is useless and so are we cause everybody knows the fabric of folly is fallin apart at the seams and I've been lookin for a good time but the pleasures are seldom and few la la la la la laaaa |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
By the dried up stream We slit our throats and dreamed But when the building's burned Was there some concerned Mother laid in bed What was it she said? Gather all your worldly jewels And scatter them like fools Don't you make a fuss Days so perilous When day is done we'll ride Who cares what we find Another misspent night We thought we got it right The driver lost a wheel The ice turned into steel They shivered like refugees Way down on our knees By the dried up stream We slit our throats and dreamed But when the building's burned Was there some concerned Mother laid in bed What was it she said? |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked the night is younger than us and nowhere is anywhere else you sleep to yourself stirring the dregs where I have laid the exit signs are flashing dead ends, they won't come to life anymore well I pledged the rest I should have guessed your love was hangin by threads tongues tied under the moon your love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs the miser's wild them eyes like clocks that cock their gears on and on and if it's meant some accident or some coincidence crumbs fall out of the sky as you wander by the dust clouds roam, nobody's home so lay my bags upon all the funeral fire and sing it again |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
it's so easy to laugh at yourself
and all those jokes have already been written seems like another vain attempt to let yourself fall out of the oven holy mountains they look so tired and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside who you foolin' with the fools are right it's the same thing but it's almost as different hard to tell when it pacifies your mind leaves you stranded with a broken engine lazy desert looks so mangled let me drown in a convalescent bliss get up from your bed of rest been a long time since you've lived but the static in your mind leaves you hollow and unkind with a shock electric wave turns you on. you've been flunked out of the devils house delinquent hygienes are so abrasive some distortion that's never been known on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever holy mountains, they look so tired and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside be gone |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
When they beat
Upon a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask An equatorial haze Into the past A colonial maze Where there's no more confetti to throw You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted You're out of luck You're singing funeral songs To the studs They're anabolic and bronze They seem to strut In their millennial fogs Til they fall down and deflate You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted One now you've had your fun Under an air conditioned sun It's burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind See them eyes and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be a victim |
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from Beck - Mutations (1998)
These withered hands
have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares over the hill a desolate wind turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy the end of the end we live again oh, I grow weary of the end oh, hungry days in the footsteps of fools gazing alone through sex-painted windows dredging the lake drunk libertines stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland the end of the end we live again oh, I grow weary of the end love is a plague in a mix-matched parade where the castaways look so deranged when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn and love will be new never cold and vacant these withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares the end of the end we live again oh, I grow weary of the end |
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from Beck - Tropicalia [single] (1999)
Have you got a fine place to slip to when you're feeling down?
Have you had a week or two just to get your troubles down? Found a lot of life and laughter with a grandfather in the bowery She had a body of sixteen or seventeen She had a mind of forty I met her on a cold day In a city far away With the worlds about zero And I saw at once into her soul She's gonna call me her hero Never like a walk in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery 'Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime Pantomime I walk the line 'Cause you're blind I walk the line |
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from Beck - Tropicalia [single] (1999)
Tropicalia
When they beat Upon a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask An equatorial haze Into the past A colonial maze Where there's no more confetti to throw You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted You're out of luck You're singing funeral songs To the studs They're anabolic and bronze They seem to strut In their millennial fogs 'Til they fall down and deflate You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted Now you've had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It's burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind See them eyes and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be a victim |
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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 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)
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 - 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 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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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 - Sexxlaws [single] (1999)
I was born in a landslide
In the jungle land I can play a piano With a funeral hand Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Worked on a railroad Slept on a cot If you got what it takes They'll take what you got Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la... Out on the North Sea Where the waters are wild You wept like a mad dog Like a Ozone child Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune Play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la-la-la... |
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from Beck - Sexxlaws [single] (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 I'm a 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 |
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Subject : Beck - Black tambourine
