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Beck - Lyrics Beck - Odelay High 5 (Rock The Catskills) High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [sample]: " 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 Or 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 Tandy Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers and cheers, new 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...like the last century [sample]: "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! [sample]: "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!" Hotwax It takes a backwash medecine to backwash soul Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the bear's 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 Tin horns blowing with my jewelry fros Yo soy un disco cabrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerabo 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 marshalls getting busy with ease Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco cabrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerabo 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 using 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 cabrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerabo 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 *chorus translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain" Where It's At 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 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 Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! [robot] I got two turntables and a microphone [sample]: take me home in my elevator bones! [sample]: 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, hyponotizers move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsuits with your parachute flutes Passing the dutchee from coast to coast Let the man Gary Wilson [sample]: "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 [sample]: "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 [sample]: "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 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 Telephone plastic baby Novacane 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 low your mom 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 Hundred 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! Jack-ass 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 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 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 Devils Haircut something's wrong cause my mind is fadin' and everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting, temperature's dropping at the rottin' oasis stealing kisses from the lepers faces heads are hanging from the garbageman trees mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline, pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets smiling eyes with 'em out of the 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 hitchin' a ride with the bleedin' noses comin' to 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 somethin' wrong cause my mind is fading ghetto blastin' disintegrating rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying? 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 got a devil's haircut in my mind got a devil's haircut in my mind got a devil's haircut in my mind The New Pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lilly-white cavity crazes She's go a carborator 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 caoflauge Like a whip-crack sending me shivers She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean Riding low on the drunken rivers She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution Sissyneck 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!! Lord Only Knows You've only got one finger left and it's pointin' at the door and you've taken for granted what the Lord's 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 and put your skeletons in jail. 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' 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. Titanic, fare thee well My eyes are turning pink don't call us whent the New Age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To move on up the hill There's nothing there left to kill Throwing your two-bit cares down the drain yeah Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay odelay, odelay, just passin' through [lower tone of voice] Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Going back to Houston YEAH to the hot dog dance. Going back to Houston WOAH to get me some pants Derelict 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 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 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 Beck - Mellow Gold 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' Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old toolshed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow 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 Feed my forehead through the ceilin' Drank my coffee with a hubcap Yeah 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 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 talkin' on a walkie-talkie Credit card glued to my hand Feels good 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 Nitemare Hippy Girl She took me off my guard, with disappointment. I got sucked in side of her apartment. She's got dried up flowers, and flaky skin, a beaded necklace, and a bottle of gin. She's a nightmare hippy girl, with her skinny fingers fondling my world. She's a whimsical, tragical beauty, self-conscious and a little bit... groovy. It's new-aged let down, in my face. She's so spaced out, that there ain't no space. She got marijuana on the bathroom tile. I'm caught in a vortex, she's changing 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. She's a magical, sparklin' tease. She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze. Yo, she's busting out onto the scene, with nightmare bogus poetry. She's a melted avocado on the self. She's a science of herself. She's spasing 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 inflected obsession. She's got a thousand lonely husbands. She's playin' footsy in another dimension. She's a goddess for milkin' the time, for all that it's worth. Pay No Mind (This's song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) 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 and 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 I 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 --7x- Soul Sucking Jerk 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. You want to 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 going to work for no soul-sucking jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack --repeat-- Standing right here with a beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barn better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm whistling 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 riding on the 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 baking worms with the bacon and eggs well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall so give me what I got to get so I can go cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no mo(re) I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack Loser 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 the other's got a flag one's got 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 guitar string slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on 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 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) 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? [repeat] (Sprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin'?) Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 (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 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 Mtv Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack {rolling...} MTV makes me wanna smoke crack, Fall out of the window, and I'm never comin' back. MTV makes me wanna get high, Can't get a ride no matter how I try. And everything's perfect And everything's bright And everyone's perky And everyone's a tight ...Of those video's A watch 'em all day. {Background} [Manager: What's the problem?] [Beck: Uhh, I dunno...just stop the tape] (* Here, he now does a Frank Sinatra Style of music, with a piano *) Hey, alright. MTV... whoa, Makes me wanna smoke Crack. Fly out the window, And I'm never comin' back. MTV makes me want to get high...as the moon, Like a rubber balloon. Oh, get that squeegee. Everything's wonderful, Everything's grand, Everything's swingin', All across the land. You know it. Bust out the biscuits, Strike up the band, Play those videos everyone woman and man Cuz... MTV...whoa, makes me wanna smoke crack. Hey Fly out the window, and I'm never coming back. Oooh MTV...makes me want to get high as a kite, Getting all uptight. Take it Ahh yea. Fake it till ya make it. Right about now. Stepping into a cold ass fesh. Ahh yea, we whack that thing. I work down at the video store, Making some change. With the sparkle in my step, And a smile on my face. Condominiums...rising above, And those videos are better than love. Yea, MTV...one...MTV...check...MTV makes me wanna smoke crack. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Beck - One foot in the grave 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 way Sleeping Bag Open up the door lay the orange juice on the floor they're having a picnic on the other side of town There's sleeping bags in fire and it's getting down to the wire so Grab yourself a spot and settle down a while 'Cause it's getting hard to think and my clothes are starting to shrink and the moon is sagging 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 okay So let's try to make it last the past is still the past and tommorrow is just another crazy scam I Get Lonesome Well there aint nobody left to impress and everyone's kissin' their own hands its 666 on the kitchen floor there aint no fire in the pan i get lonesome (4x) 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 (4x) Getting fat on your own fear bring that beer over here i stomp on the floor just to make a sound i get lonesome (4x) Cyanide Breath Mint Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinkin' fire Goin' down to the sea They've got people to meet Shaking hands with themselves Lookin' out for themselves When they ask you credit You give them a branch When they want to get it You 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 scape goat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool of your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They've got plastic in the afterlife When they want you to cry Leap up 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 feeling See Water Close your eyes and see water sliding up the back of your head folding into your clothing covering everything you said climb up into no one's gonna miss you Dry it up on the shoreline drinking everything you see offering things to the ladies [something] animals and trees climb up into no one's gonna miss you 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 gettin' drunk sleepin' on a hollow log walk till you're restless sleep till you're tired wake up without thinking you're the one that i desired Forcefield There's a force field Go outside with the suitcase 'round my neck and it stands just where walk around all the while i've sat and the stance i took on look at the people drivin' that backwards leaves a forcefield 'round with no particular style my neck Don't let it get near you don't let it get to close and the stance i took on Don't let it turn you into tha t leaves a forcefield 'round things you hate the most my neck Roll out your silver dollar coffins Roll out your buckskin gloves Tell them anything they want to and sound comes from above Don't let it get near you don't let it get to close and the stance i took on Don't let it turn you into that leaves a forcefield 'round things you hate the most my neck Don't let it get near you don't let it get to close don't let it turn you into things you hate the most There's a forcefield 'round my neck and it stands just where i've 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 sat and the stance i took on that leaves a forcefield 'round my neck 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 fourteen miles on the trail with a half dead mule and nothing on my mind all my life i've been talkin' fast taking all the things that i should have let pass put my hat on my 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 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 smokin' 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 embarressed 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 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 turnin' red And the tongues 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 The heavenly apparition appears And we're haunted by our own minds and the spirit comes in the skies with no eyes From these shores where we belong I have seen the land beyond I'll be there and I'll be gone I have seen the land beyond Outcome Seventeen years in the city Static clinging to the ceiling never did i think it would come to this (the.............) (outcome is different than i expected) never did i think it would come to this (the.............) (outcome is different than i expected) riot cops and cheerleaders eyebrows painted on their heads a mouth full of rotting cavities drinking coca cola in the street never did i think it would come to this (the.............) ( | Lyrics | ||||||||||||||||
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