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Beck lyrics

Album: One Foot in the Grave [1994]

Tracks16
 01  He's A Mighty Good Leader
 02  Sleeping Bag
 03  I Get Lonesome
 04  Burnt Orange Peel
 05  Cyanide Breath Mint
 06  See Water
 07  Ziplock Bag
 08  Hollow Log
 09  Forcefield
 10  Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
 11  Asshole
 12  I've Seen The Land Beyond
 13  Outcome
 14  Girl Dreams
 15  Painted Eyelids
 16  Atmospheric Conditions
all Beck lyrics



He's A Mighty Good Leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

He led my mother
He led my mother
He led my mother
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He led my mother
All the way

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the wayback to top
Sleeping Bag
Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic on the other side of town

There's sleeping bags and fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

'cause it's getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is saggin down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smokin' in an old ashtray
They just blow it out their nose and say ok

So let's try to make it last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scamback to top
I Get Lonesome
Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome...

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome...

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome...back to top
Burnt Orange Peel
Long ago things to be
Ive 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 homeback to top
Cyanide Breath Mint
Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking 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
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

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 positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feelingback to top
See Water
Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head
Folding into your clothing
Covering eveything you said

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Dried up on the shoreline
Drinking everything you said
Offering food to the ladies
Pulling down animals in trees (? )

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Topback to top
Ziplock Bag
Go back home, bury my load

Yellow cat laying flat on the road

Been so long since I been gone

Ziplock bag holding my combback to top
Hollow Log
Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred-dollar bill

Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night getting drunk
Sleeping on a hollow log

Walk 'til you're restless
Sleep 'til you're tired
Wake up without thinking
You're the one that I desiredback to top
Forcefield
Stand outside with a suitcase
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
Walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
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
Don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

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
Don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

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 sat)
(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've set)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)back to top
Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
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

Forteen miles on a teton trail
With a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind
All my life I been talkin' fast
Takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass

Throw my hat on a coffin nail
Put another brick in the fireplace
Well I don't know about you or me
But someone got loose back in townback to top
Asshole
Your brains went black
When she took back her love
And 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 assholeback to top
I've Seen The Land Beyond
From these shores where we
belong
I have seen the land beyond
Where the lord is strange and strong

I have seen the land beyond

There's no telling who'll be dead

When the pale horse is turning red.
And the tounges will burn in vain

And everything will feel the same

There's no patience, there's no
peace
I have seen the land beyond
Where the gravestones never cease

I have seen the land beyond

Through the troubles of the years

through the heavenly appartition appears
And we're haunted by our own
minds
When the spirit comes in disguise

From these shore where we
belong
I have seen the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone
I
have seen the land beyondback to top
Outcome
Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

Bright cops and cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
A mouthfull of rotting cavities
Drinking coca-cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The skies are fire
The drums are beating
Pistols and jeans
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Dead as a flyback to top
Girl Dreams
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true

I first met you down on lover's lane
The birds were insane
Flapping all about
Softly you would sing
Swinging in your swing
It wasn't night it wasn't day

You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come trueback to top
Painted Eyelids
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trashbags are your kids
The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinkin' through the sky
And every hour that passes
Is teachin me how to cry
Cuz it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singing
Like a tiger with no skin
The sewer drain is glowing
And I don't know what state I'm in
And the river is on fire
There's chemicals in the breeze
And all the roads are blocked off
Cuz they're just too hard to see
So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
Cuz I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own

So get me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
The limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air
Because it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream that ever drifted byback to top
Atmospheric Conditions
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
[repeat]

There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(nothing twistin round, burnin down, come around)
There hasn't been a change for over a year
(slidin through, divided through, hiding you)
There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(shut it up, rollin up, finding you)

Pull the tap
Just a tad
(gypsy haircut)
There's no atmosphere
(a bearskin rug, the tambourines)
Dig a tunnel through the mountain (black piano on the mountain)
How many the atmospheres are out there
(there's a broken bottle...in the tunnel)
There's a tunnel from there to here
Cut your hand on the atmosphere
Split in two
Bandaids on your hand
Split the atmosphere
Split in two
Staring at youback to top
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