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from Beck - Stereopathetic Soul Manure (2003)
It's, uh, November 6th, 1945, and we...
...went up to, and uh, back to the house and watched MTV... ...and playin' Pac-Man. It's all really gross and all the kids were diseased. Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath... ...electro-magnetic fuse...guys with flamethrowers...melting. Taco trucks were crashed. There was sausage meat all over the... Sasquatch was eating a burrito. |
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from Beck - Stereopathetic Soul Manure (2003)
Today's, uh, August 4th, 1982.
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with. There was a Weed-Wacker...we stole two of them. A cop car was on fire. My friend Scott, he was running and he, uh, slipped on a Twinkie. And his nose was covered with blood... The security helicopter shot a spotlight... Somebody pulled their pants d... |
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from Beck - Stereopathetic Soul Manure (2003)
It's August 6th, 1982.
And uh, we were jammin' over at the house. My pants caught on fire. We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken. And uh, got some food and... I got some food and came home and got a call, uh... No wait, I got some calls then, uh, came home Then I got some food. Came home, got some food and then :::cough::: got some calls, uh... Couldn't find the fridge for a while and... Wait, first we couldn't...we got the food and then... No wait, first we had the fridge. |
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from Beck - Loser [single] (2002)
Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie Takin' them as they come Alcohol, please give me some If I stay in the same place The animals will lick my face Soak in the dawn of day Rollin' my body away Alcohol leavin' me dry Now it is time for pie Takin' them as they come Alcohol, please give me some |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
Time wears away
All the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand Losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead to me now 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something die Love looks away In the harsh light of the day On the edge of nothing more Days fade to black In the light of what they lack Nothing's measured by what it needs Already dead to me now 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something dyin' |
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from Beck - Stereopathetic Soul Manure (2003)
Amanda, light of the man's life
Make sure the faith in the light and make heard The greatest woman The greatest woman To be the man's greatest wife I thought it all over, lord knows I've tried It's a awful great struggle in any man's life To look in the mirror in total surprise At the great hair on her shoulders And the great big, big beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes Aman... |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Your brains went black when she took back her love
And she put it out into the sun The birds did fly when the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves She'll do anything She'll do anything She'll do anything To make you feel like an asshole Call her name, she looks the same as you Question marks stretched across her skin She dangles carrots, makes you feel embarrassed To be the fool you know you are She'll do anything She'll do anything She'll do anything To make you feel like an asshole |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
There's nobody
There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get from here to there There's nobody There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get from here to there There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere Nothing twisting 'round, burning down, coming 'round There hasn't been a change for over a year Slide it through, ride it through, hiding you There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere Shut it up, roll it up, follow you Pull the tap Give it a stab There's no atmosphere Dig a tunnel through the mountain How many atmospheres are out there There's a telephone there to here Gypsy haircut Bearskin rug And tambourines A black piano On the mountain To the atmospheres are out there There's a broken bottle There's a... Through the tunnel Cut your hand on the atmosphere Split in two Band-aids on your hand Split The atmosphere Is split in two Staring at you |
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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 - 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 - Guero (2005)
Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane Don't know the life that I'm livin' Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine My baby run to me She lives in broken-down buildings Can't pay the rent again These spider webs are my home now And when the sun is down We'll shake and rattle our bodies To keep it warm at night My tambourine is still shaking Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Doo doo doo doo Black cards in effigy We sing the song that was grievin' All dressed like vagabonds Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin' I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take hurricane Don't know the life that I'm livin' Black tambourine Ohh ohh oh black tambourine Doo doo doo doo |
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from Beck - 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 - 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 - Guero (2005)
I see you there
Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what your thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns We'll have our fun Don't ever doubt it And when I say Fare thee well My only friend Oh how the days go Your setting sun Your broken drum Your little drugs I'll never forget you Never forget you |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I see you there
Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what you're thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns We'll have fun Don't ever doubt it And when I say "Fare thee well, My only friend" Oh how the days go Oh how the days go Your setting sun Your broken drum Your little drugs I'll never forget you I'll never forget you I'll never forget you |
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from Beck - 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 - 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 - 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 - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
He's your slime and he's out to break me
I can feel him in the distance I have grown to see that you are better than yourself You're more real than you pretend to be He is guilty, he will pay He will burn in every way He will taste the hell I bring He will change his mind about you |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Long ago things to be
I've got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands Nobody cares what I do Long ago things to do I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew I've got work to get done I've got work to get done Nobody knows where to run I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice I've got trees to drink but they smell so nice Don't give me the flu Nobody knows I'm with you Back and forth I dodge a fly Like a feather in the sky Write me out a check Give me all your cash Nobody knows, so just go home Oh, yes |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Modern Guilt (2008)
I can't believe what we've seen outside
You and me watching the jets go by Oh, Oooh, Oh Oh, Oooh, Oh Drown by sea, so many people've already drowned You and me watching a sea full of people Try not to drown So many people, so many people Where do they go? You and me watching a sky Full of chemtrails That's where we belong All I can take from these skies is hope But all I can see in this light are boats Sinking Oh, Oooh, Oh Oh, Oooh, Oh Down by the sea swallowed by evil They've already drowned You and me watching a sea of people Already drowned So many people, so many people Where do they go? You and me hit by a test of white evil rain Watching the jet planes go by You and me watching You and me watching The chemtrails is where we belong That's where we'll be when we die in the slipstream We'll climb in a hole in the sky |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me Clap hands, that's right Clap hands, clap hands that's right Clap hands clap-clap hands I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin' Clap hands, that's right Clap hands, clap hands that's right Clap hands clap-clap hands I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs 'll kill me I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right clap, clap |
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from 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 - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Rockin' the city
Close to God Engines running All hope is gone Out on the highway Having a baby Crawling the city Close to God Engines running Pistons tried Got a feeling That I'm leaving Extra sugar Heavy breathing |
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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 - Loser [single] (2002)
All my days I had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flying airplanes Hollowed out, and filled with dust Rocking like a hurricane under the rug Bored to the core on a sunken boat A worn out candle and a plastic coat A ziploc bag, a pelican bone A perfect, stupid, cardboard reject Overfed, electric comatose Riding in the air, invisible socks A broken blanket, flaming sawdust Waking up in the shadow of a piece of dirt Gonna fly like a dog Gonna leap right out the wall Gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey Gonna run like a bird Gonna roll out in the dirt Gonna run around this town with a phone machine Yellow cat laying flat on the road Molten lead shooting out the ground Tinfoil witch burning under the bridge Flap your wings and leap out the window Put a glass eye in the eyes of God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag Gonna burn like a pig Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor Gonna crawl like a rock Gonna dance like a worm Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks Fly like a squirrel Gonna swim like a chicken Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon Gonna melt like a weasel Gonna fry like a kid Gonna get my walkie talkie and some mustard and some mayonnaise And a mermaid and some macaroni, bricks And some telephone wires and phone machines And a |
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from Beck - Stereopathetic Soul Manure (2003)
I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues I knew we were in trouble I knew she lost her head When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (little beck skat riff) I'm layin' in my grave All I do is grunt 'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up And put my ass in the front I got the cut-in-half blues Well the last thing I saw Was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (achoo!) |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Definitely
This is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon And there's a kid drinkin' fire Goin' down to the sea They got people to meet Shakin' hands with themselves Lookin' out for themselves When they ask you for credit Give them a branch When they want you to get it Chew on the grass I know, I know 'Cause they told me to tell you There's nothing to tell you There's nothing to sell you In the afternoon Ridin' the scapegoat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool off your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They got plastic in the after life When they want you to cry Leap into the sky When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you'll fly I know, I know It's the postive people Runnin' from their time Lookin' for some feeling |
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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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I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through, uh, rural Georgia... and
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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 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 - Deadweight [single] (2000)
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 - Midnite Vultures (1999)
i met you
at JC Penney i think your nametag said "Jenny" i coldstep to you with a fresh pack of gum somehow i knew you were lookin' for some (oh no) like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin' i wanna do you like that Zankou Chicken 'cos only you've got a thing that i just got to get with i just got to get, get with you and you know what we're gonna do i wanna get with you (oh girl) and your sister i think her name's Debra i wanna get with you (only you) and your sister i think her name's Debra (oh oh!) i pick you up late at night after work i said "lady, step inside my Hyundai" i'm gonna take you up to Glendale yeah, gonna take you for a real good meal cos when our eyes did meet girl you know i was packin' heat ain't no use in wastin' no time gettin' to know each other, you know the deal cos only you got a thing that i just got to get with, got to get with i just got to get with you girl i wanna get with you (only you, girl) and your sister i think her name's Debra i wanna get with you (girl yeah) and your sister i think her name's Debra (oh oh) ooh lovely lady girl you drive me crazy ooh lovely lady girl you drive me crazy |
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from Beck - Odelay (1996)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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 Moulin Rouge (물랑 루즈) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2001)
This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal * (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized * Repeat Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow * Repeat Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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from 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 - Epro / International Version (2005)
See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming Don't forget to pick up what you sow Talking trash to the garbage around you See me kickin the door with my boots Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish Snakes and bones in the back of your room Handing out a confection of venom Heaven's drunk from the poison you use Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler Now I see it's a comfort to you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter |
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from Beck - Guero (2005)
See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming Don't forget to pick up what you sow Talking trash to the garbage around you See me kickin the door with my boots Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish Snakes and bones in the back of your room Handing out a confection of venom Heaven's drunk from the poison you use Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler Now I see it's a comfort to you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter |
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from Grammy Nominees - Grammy Nominees 2006 (2006)
See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming Don't forget to pick up what you sow Talking trash to the garbage around you See me kickin the door with my boots Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish Snakes and bones in the back of your room Handing out a confection of venom Heaven's drunk from the poison you use Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler Now I see it's a comfort to you Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way these tongues are twisted The good in us is all we know There's too much left to taste that's bitter |
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from Beck - Guero (2005)
Spaceships in the jungle
In the field of ??? We've been driving through the desert Looking for a life to call our own I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain ??? little things Something's coming, sky is purple Dogs are hounding to themselves Days are changing with the weather Like a riptide come rip us away I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain? little things I push, I pull, the days go slow Into a void, we flirt with death A noise at last, ?? amass a ?? of pain? little things |
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from Beck - 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 - Guero (2005)
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent till the lights went dead Then I saw my sign comin up the road A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little too much to ask of faith It's a little late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you seen Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene Kindness will find you When darkness has fallen Round your bed Kindness will follow Children will wander Till The end |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent till the lights went dead Then I saw my sign comin up the road A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little too much to ask of faith It's a little late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you seen Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene Kindness will find you When darkness has fallen Round your bed Kindness will follow Children will wander Till The end |
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from Beck - Sea Change (2002)
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell You can't tell I've seen the end of the day come too late Seen the love you had turning into hate Had to act like I didn't even care But I did so I got stranded standing there Standing there It's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon Like the prison dogs they set out after you You owe nothing to the past but wasted time To serve a sentence that was only in your mind In your mind It's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before But it still kills me like it did before |
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from Beck - 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 - Deadweight [single] (2000)
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 - Guero (2005)
Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need Cards some need luck Some need dollar bills lining their clothes All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be Your last farewell ride I don't see the face of Kindness I don't hear the Mission bells I don't smell The morning roses all I see Is all I see is Two white horses in a line Carrying me to my burying ground Some may say this might be Your last farewell ride |
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from Beck - Guerolito (2005)
Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need Cards some need luck Some need dollar bills lining their clothes All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be Your last farewell ride I don't see the face of Kindness I don't hear the Mission bells I don't smell The morning roses all I see Is all I see is Two white horses in a line Carrying me to my burying ground Some may say this might be Your last farewell ride |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Pull the car over
Throw out your clothes The smell is disgusting Where does it go? Tear down the houses The ones that aren't there Tear down the houses Pull the car over (Rise you up) Tell me your story (Make it all up) I'll be the judge (Rise you up) Tell me your story (Make it all up) I'll be the judge Come for a visit Come for a stay I won't annoy you I won't complain You can be crazy Tear up all my things Cut up the kitchens Wear all my rings Tell me your story (make it all up) I'll be the judge |
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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 - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
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 - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Stand outside with a suitcase
(There's a forcefield 'round my neck) Walk around all the while (And it stands just where I sit) Look at the people driving backwards (And the stance I took on that) No particular style (Leaves that forcefield 'round my back) Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close (And the stance I took on that) Don't let it turn you into (Leaves a forcefield round my neck) The things you hate the most Roll out your silver-dollar coffins Pull out your buckskin gloves Tell them anything you want to The sound comes from above Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close (And the stance I took on that) Don't let it turn you into (Leaves a forcefield round my neck) The things you hate the most Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close Don't let it turn you into The things you hate the most There's a forcefield 'round my neck And it stands just where I sit And the stance I took on that Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck There's a forcefield 'round my neck And it stands just where I sit And the stance I took on that Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck |
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from Beck - One Foot In The Grave (2009)
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Forty miles on a cattle trail With a half-dead mule and nothing on my mind All my life I've been talking fast Taking all the things that I should have let pass Throw my hat on a coffin nail Put another brick in the fire place Well I don't know about you or me But someone got loose back in town |
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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 - Loser [single] (2002)
My friend picked me up about quarter past five
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up Now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what We spent many years always trying to get high And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what Well, we got a good idea, so we pulled off the road Got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo I said, "Let's roll up all the windows and let the nitrous go." Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing And there's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck Or what the fuck is going on? There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck There's a fume in this truck And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck |
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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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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-05-12 21:09:10
Subject : Beck - Black tambourine
