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Beck lyrics

Album: Mellow Gold [1994]

Tracks12
 01  Loser
 02  Pay No Mind
 03  Fuckin With My Head
 04  Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997
 05 Soul Sucking Jerk
 06 Truckdriving Neighbor Downstairs
 07  Sweet Sunshine
 08  Beercan
 09  Steal My Body Home
 10  Nitemare Hippy Girl
 11  Mutherfuker
 12  Black Hole
all Beck lyrics



Loser
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and 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 came in 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?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the 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 of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
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
That's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese 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)
Soooooooyy....

(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?
(schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(know what I'm sayin'? )back to top
Pay No Mind
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls ripping out from the walls
As they walk out from the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So give the finger to the folksinger
As he's....uh...y'know, doing his thing
On the radio
Sales ride low thru the garbage-pail glow
The radio ghetto-blasting sun
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
And get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
The poison's all been used
The poison's all been used
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mindback to top
Fuckin With My Head
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 noback to top
Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997
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 ... crying

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
Lay it on to the dawnback to top
Sweet Sunshine
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 moreback to top
Beercan
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
[repeat]
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy

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 sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happenin'back to top
Steal My Body Home
Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all runnin' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove

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 'em to the electric 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

Lay in to 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 lie
When the devil's your only friendback to top
Nitemare Hippy Girl
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 ...

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 worthback to top
Mutherfuker
Yo, homey don't play like that
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Hey, mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle, judging everyone
You're actin' like it's chill
When the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your face on my head?

Everyone's out to get you, motherfuker

Total paranoia, tryin' to annoy you
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!back to top
Black Hole
Windy
Windy
looking for a better home
gotta be
gotta be

running out of lightbulbs
crowded
crowded
open to a wastecan

yellow car
yellow car
better be inside there
wake up
wake up

nothing's gonna harm you
glass wall
glass wall
standing on the
furniture
little boy
little boy
laying on a sleeping bag

watching
watching
through the cracks of his eyelids
stranger

stranger
feeling like a broken stone
lost him
lost him

standing on the orange chairs
alphabet
alphabet
can't afford a
telephone
black hole
black hole
nothing's gonna harm youback to top
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