Playlist Beck

beck - 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 uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy uno 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 on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the 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
Who's chokin' on the splinters

Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)

Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby?)
Soy uno perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)
*[Translation: "I'm a loser"]

beck - dirty dirty

Dirty dirty nights
Underneath the flashing lights
Crawling on the basement floor
I can't see you anymore
What you do, you do for me
Don't forget i'm on my knees
Make you feel what isn't real
You don't know my face is steel

Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty

Baby i'm surprised
Yellow diamonds in your eyes
Tell me what your daddy knows
Does he buy you fancy clothes?
Whichever way the wind blows
That's the way she goes
Now i think i'll never know
What it could've been like, girl

Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty

Saw you in the elevator late last night
You looked like you were off duty
Followed me down to the gym
Chromium sweat and a switchblade
Do you think i knew something you didn't?
Because you play keyboards at the west bay lounge
Traffic school, trying to pay your bills
With those millionaire dreams
I frequent places that take american express
Watching liquid crystal displays in taxi cabs

Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty

What's on your mind?
What's on your mind?

beck - 1000 bpm

Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls
Digital food malls
Telemarketing people
With cellular headsets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a plexiglass prism
Biochemical jism
Hits you with its rhythm
They act like Earth
Was a terrestial prison
A zoo for humans
Put their cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in plastic
When you're out alive, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

Categorizing in a crash
Taking pictures
And a backstage pass
Gasoline on fire
Tried to pull off this mask
But there was really a face
Which I just read from a plan
Security cameras strapped to his back
Fulfilled prescriptions, antidotes
Media in a quarantined submission
Consultants with remote souls
Unanimous votes
Portions of the proceeds
Go to chain store victims
In the midget conditions
With remodeled kitchens
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute

beck - mtv makes me wanna smoke crack

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 uptight
I love those videos I watch 'em all day........

(What's the problem?)
Uh.. I dunno jus' stop the tape..

Hey! Alright..
MTV.. whoa!
Makes me wanna smoke crack
Fly out the window
And I'm never comin' back
MTV makes me wanna get high.. as the moon
Like a rubber balloon
Aw, 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 every woman and man

Cuz.. MTV..
Whoah, makes me wanna smoke crack.. Hey!
Fly out the window
And I'm never comin' back.. oh..
MTV makes me wanna get high as a kite
Gettin' all uptight
Take it

Aw yeah... Fake it till you make it
Right about now
Steppin' under a cold ass fashion
Aw yeah, weed whack that thing!

I work down at the video store
Makin' some change
With a sparkle in my step
And a smile on my face
Condominiums risin' above
And those videos are better than love

Yeah!
MTV.. one!
MTV.. check!
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack...

beck - derelict

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 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

beck - blackhole

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

beck - black fire choked our death

Lightning burned the fields
Black fire choked our breath
We huddled in the kitchen
Sand poured through the walls
We looked to one another
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose up
From the floor like a demon
Fearful of the death
That buckled through our minds
Shaken to the core
Foresaken and unkind
Well, the sun came a-shinin
And the dust did settle down
Birds and jack-rabbits
Lay dead on the ground
Electricity
Trembled in the skys
Sparks shot forward
Causing us to fly
Take some breakfast
But the grit was in our food
And everywhere around us
Starvation broke on through
My husband stood a-starin
At the plentiful disaster
God was in his eyes
But death was in his heart
Dried up whiskey
Chickens in the house
Stolen car stereo
Cholesterol on your mouth
Stolen car stereo
Snowman all in flames
Deluxe cockroach
Telling me what's real
Black Sabbath playing
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin

beck - chemtrails

I can't believe
What we've
Seen outside
You and me
Watching the jets
Go by
Oh, ooh, oh
Oh, ooh, oh

Just what I've seen
So many people
Falling in ??
You and me
Watching the sea
Full of people
Try not to drown

So many people
So many people
Where do they go?
You and me
Watching the sky
In the future
That's where
We can go

All I can take
From these skies
Is fog
And all I can see
In this light
A boat sinking
Oh, oooh
Oh, oooh, oh

Somebody's sea
Swallowed by evil
Already gone
You and me
Watching the sea
Full of people
Already drowning
So many people
So many people
Where did they go?
You and me
Hit by a cloud
?? eagle
Watching the jets
Pass go by
You and me watching
You and me watching
???
That's what I mean
When we talk
In this jetstream
We're climbing
A hole in the sky

beck - chain reaction

Coming thru The barracdes cutting the lines
The red lights going round
Like insanity sirens
The end of the galaxy
The middle of the road
Where the blackout moons
Cut the weather of souls
Black engines grind down
Teeth are raw
The rubber juggernaut
Rots in a shattering jaw
Helter skelter bulldozers
Runnin' over the block
Where a pawnshop clock
Is ticking out like a bomb whoo!!

It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!

On a chain reactor
Blowing out of my arms
Shoot every paranoid phantom
That's done me harm
Like a desolate specter
With a pummel of fists
Kicking against the pricks,
Burning black like wicks
They spit pig iron,
Tell you nothing is wrong
Put a heart on a pike
Sing a resurrection song
For a paralyzed mind
In a kerosene jar
Barracuda believer
With a heathen guitar
Apocalyptic nostalgia tokens
Dark arks set sail
For Antarctica oceans

It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!
It's a chain reaction, yea!

It's a chain reaction
It's a chain reaction
It's a chain reaction
It's a chain reaction
It's a chain reaction
Yea! It's a chain reaction
Yea! Whoo

beck - emergency exit

Heyyy heyyy heyyy heyyy

Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead
And I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh

Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til 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
A little too late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you've seen
Scarecrow's shadow on the Nazarene
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh

Kindness will find you
When darkness is falling round your bend
Kindness will follow
Children will wander 'til the end
Heyyy ohhh ooh

beck - i feel low down

I feel low down
So down
I feel low down
Oh yeah
I?m feeling down
I?m feeling down
I feel low down
I feel so low down
Well, I went to the store
And I bought some..............coffee

beck - lost cause

Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
Make it hard to leave you alone
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new
[chorus]:
Baby you're a lost, baby you're a lost
Baby you're a lost cause

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming, they see you go
They know your secrets, and you know theirs
This town is crazy, nobody cares

[chorus]
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause
There's a place you are going
You ain't never been before
No one laughing at your back now
No on's standing at your door
That's what you thought love was for

[chorus]
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

beck - rowboat

Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up, gimme some food to eat
In your truck, goin' no place
I'll be home, talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away

Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small

Pick me up, gimme some alcohol
In your truck, playin' the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away

Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all and everything else is small

beck - soul suckin 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, better 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 gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack
Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and i don't understand
Fourteen days i been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistlin 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
Ridin on a 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 bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a bird cage flappin my jaw like a pretzel in the
Stars just waitin to fall
So give me what i got to get so i can go
Cause i ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more
And i ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack
And i ain't gonna work for no soul suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack

beck - the fucked up blues

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues

Well the beans have been baking
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse
In an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)

I woke up on the futon

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