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Beck lyrics

Album: Mutations [1998]

Tracks11
 01  Cold Brains
 02  Nobody's Fault But My Own
 03  Lazy Flies
 04  Canceled Check
 05  We Live Again
 06  Tropicalia
 07  Dead Melodies
 08  Bottle of Blues
 09  O Maria
 10  Sing It Again
 11  Static
all Beck lyrics



Cold Brains
Cold brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued
Alone at last
And no thoughts, no mind, to rot behind
A trail of disasters

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride, disowned
Corroded to the bone

The fields of green are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
And a worm of hope, a hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write these songs
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 curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride, disowned
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 matterback to top
Nobody's Fault But My Own
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
It's 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
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

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 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
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 ownback to top
Lazy Flies
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 blueprint, 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
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust

Out in the mangroves, the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur, 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
Puritans stare, their souls are fluorescent
The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes, invalid and blind

A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la, la la la laback to top
Canceled Check
Song: Cancelled Check
Artist: Beck
Album: Mutations

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
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 want to 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 want to beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly goneback to top
We Live Again
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, oh, 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 night, drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Love is a plague in a mix-match 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, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the endback to top
Tropicalia
Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar
And all 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 wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits 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 wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Oh, and now, you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I'll see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victimback to top
Dead Melodies
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 come and go

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 meback to top
Bottle of Blues
Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da

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 or a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
'cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left behind

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river, infidels shiver
In the stench of belief

And tell my momma I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rails and outta the race
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

That's definitely the one (? ? ? ? )
Huh huh
Yeah
Wanna

Well, 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

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Bottle of blues
Aaah...
Doo be doo doo doo doo

And (? ? ? ? ) sittin' in the back room
Doo doo doo doo doo
Aaaaah...

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da da
La la la, aaaah...back to top
O Maria
There is no one, nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
'cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams

And I've been looking 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 looking for a new friend
And I don't care if he's decrepit and grey

La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Oh, maria, haven't you known
Days, 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 was no one, nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
'cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams

And I've been looking for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la laback to top
Sing It Again
- wanna do another one, man?
- alright...
- let's go.

1... 2... 3... 4...

A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night is younger than us
Nowhere is anywhere else
You keep to yourself
Stirring the dregs, where I have laid

The exit signs are flashing
Dead ends, they won't come to life anymore
I pledge the rest, I should have guessed
Your love was hanging by threads
Tongues tied under the moon
My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs
The misers wind their minds
Like clocks that grind their gears on and on

And if it's meant, some accident
Some coincidence
Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by
The dust clouds blow and nobody's home

Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire
And sing it again

Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire
And sing it againback to top
Static
It's so easy to laugh at yourself
When 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 fooling if 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 devil's house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
And some distortion that's never been known
On the treadmill, you'll be running forever

Holy mountains
They look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside

We go
We go
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo...back to top
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