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Starve (2014)

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Plot
Ever wonder what humans are capable of when pushed to the brink of death? In the abandoned town of Freedom, Florida, such a question is being answered as an ever-rotating group of hitchhikers and lost travelers are being put in situations that test their will to survive. BECK (Bobby Campo), CANDICE (Mariah Bonner), and JIMINEY (Dave Davis) take a road trip into this isolated town to research the legend of feral children for a new graphic novel. As they interview the few residents living on the outskirts of town, they ignore all warnings to "leave before they become part of the story", and are captured by the reclusive psychopath, RUNYAN. Starved for the purpose of entertainment and revenge, our three travelers find themselves in a situation pulled right from their darkest nightmares. They are forced to fight and kill other captives to earn their next meal. When our heroes think they've seen the deepest pit of inhumanity, they discover that Runyan is just a pawn in a bigger, deadlier game. He's controlled by a sadistic caretaker who hides in the shadows, barking unthinkable demands for reasons only he knows. Can family members and loved ones withstand the evil temptations? Or will the pressure get the best of them as they battle one another for the right to live? "STARVE" takes a disturbing look at the deprivations humans are willing to endure for survival...

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Taglines:

Eat. Prey. Kill.

Supporting Characters (2012)

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Comedy

Punching Hipsters (2012)

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Comedy
Short

Awakening (2006)

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Horror

Quotes:

Basil: I'm in no mood to be food.

Saul: You're lucky I'm not into necrophilia.

[Derek turns around in surprise and grabs Candace by her throat]::Derek: Don't ever fucking sneak up on me.::Candace: Quit fucking around. [pushes Derek to the ground and proceeds to mount him]::Derek: Candace, I didn't know you cared.::Candace: I don't, I just want to fuck.

Botched (2006)

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Plot
Five elite criminals are hired to pull off a simple kidnapping. The job goes through without a hitch, but they underestimate there victim. After one of the kidnappers makes a fatal error the tables are turned and now the hostage becomes the hunter. She must now out smart the best of the best in order to survive.

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Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad (2004)

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Taglines:

The time for legends.
Starting a band is never easy.
Maybe music is bigger than luck or destiny.
Time to hit the glittering stage!

Malenkie lyudi (2003)

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Comedy

Lost Contact (2003)

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Plot
A story which revolves around the likable but suicide fixated Beck and his talented but arrogant associate Sam. Two talented artists who conceive and ultimately try to realize a plan to interfere with a smuggling ring on the south coast of England, a plan which rapidly begins to self-destruct as responsibility gives way to incompetence and strategy is left to chance. Chance being something that Beck frequently feels the need to explore at ridiculously inappropriate moments with the help of his Smith and Wesson .38 revolver.

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Drama

Moontrap (1989)

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Plot
The Space Shuttle returns to earth, but some of the equipment brought back on it begins to behave strangely. Scientists are unsure what is happening, and decide to take all necessary precautions.

Keywords: alien, alien-invasion, chained-to-a-wall, cyborg, derelict-spacecraft, independent-film, language-barrier, lunar-lander, monster, moon-base

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For fourteen thousand years... It waited.

Quotes:

[the vending machine finally dispenses coffee when Ray gives it a hard kick]::Ray Tanner: Hey, we don't take no shit from a machine!

[Jason smashes the android menacing Mera into scrap metal]::Col. Jason Grant: We don't take no shit from machines!

Col. Jason Grant: A base! It is a god-damned base and we're being invited in.::Ray Tanner: Yeah, but who's throwin' the party?

Col. Jason Grant: Oh, Christ. That's what we are - spare parts.

Republika nadziei (1988)

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Beck Filmography

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1957, role: actor , character name: Un Croq' Monsieur

Beck

Cast

Season 1
Episode 1: Lockpojken
A man working at a garbage incinerator discovers the body of a dead man burned to ashes in the oven....
Episode 2: Mannen med ikonerna
Beck and his men investigates a murder of a Russian woman. At the same time as SÄPO (The Swedish Sec...
Episode 3: Vita nätter
When the police reveal a narcotic smuggling the driver is shot dead. It appears that the driver is S...
Episode 4: Öga för öga
In this film Beck and his team are trying to find a serial killer, whose victims are spread all over...
Episode 5: Pensionat Pärlan
Inspector Beck and his team get involved in a large-scale smuggling of cesium 133. A gang from the e...
Episode 6: Monstret
Martin Beck: He was a little... broken... so I took him to the psychiatric clinic.::Gunvald Larsson:...
Episode 7: Moneyman
Episode 7: The Money Man
A homosexual police officer's double life is paid by Becks archenemy, Gavling. A man who runs Stockh...
Episode 8: Spår i mörker
A serial killer that decapitates people is on the loose in the Stockholm subway. Martin Beck and his...
Season 2
Episode 1: Hämndens pris
Two patrolling cops stumble on to three criminals who have just stolen large amounts of explosives, ...
Episode 2: Mannen utan ansikte
A man is found dead, stabbed to death with a knife. The chocking thing is that his face has been rem...
Episode 3: Kartellen
Sweden...
Episode 4: Enslingen
An Asian woman is found dead in the water of Stockholm's archipelago. She has been murdered and ever...
Episode 5: Okänd avsändare
DIRCAMEO('Harald Hamrell' (qv)): Taxi man delivering mail to Klas Duvander....
Episode 6: Annonsmannen
Denmark...
Episode 7: Pojken i glaskulan
Gunvald Larsson: Every bloody murderer in this country seems to have our working schedule!...
Episode 8: Sista vittnet
Sweden...
Season 3
Episode 1: Skarpt läge
When Lillemor looks at the business card of Gunvald, the cell phone number shown is one owned by the...
Episode 2: Flickan i jordkällaren
Sweden...
Episode 3: Gamen
Sweden...
Episode 4: Advokaten
Sweden...
Episode 5: Den japanska shungamålningen
Sweden...
Episode 6: Den svaga länken
Sweden...
Episode 7: Det tysta skriket
Sweden...
Episode 8: I Guds namn
Sweden...
Season 4
Episode 1: I stormens öga
This episode is the second to last in the series....
Episode 2: Levande begravd
In a playground in the middle of urban idyll found a buried wooden box containing a known and respec...

Beck

Cast

Season 1
Episode 1: (#1.1)
UK:2 October 1996...
Episode 2: (#1.2)
UK:9 October 1996...
Episode 3: (#1.3)
UK:16 October 1996...
Episode 4: (#1.4)
UK:23 October 1996...
Episode 5: (#1.5)
UK:30 October 1996...
Episode 6: (#1.6)
UK:1 November 1996...

Beck - Blue Moon (Audio)

Duration: 4:02
Updated: 20 Jan 2014

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Beck - Sea Change (Full Album)

Duration: 52:31
Updated: 30 Nov 2013

Beck - Sea Change (2002)

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Beck - Loser

Duration: 3:55
Updated: 19 Aug 2013

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Beck 'Odelay' Full Album

Duration: 54:17
Updated: 22 May 2013

Odelay was released on 1996 and produced by the Dust Brothers. This collaboration gave this album a unique style that turned alternative rock, country into a...

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Glenn Beck: Check Your Bank Account- Under New Law, Government Can Confiscate Money Without Asking!

Duration: 8:39
Updated: 17 Jun 2014

From the June 17, 2014 edition of "The Glenn Beck Radio Program" on TheBlaze TV: Have you checked your bank accounts lately? About six months ago, Joe Kerry (Glenn's Chief of Staff) and his wife noticed that they had stopped receiving bank statements for one of their accounts. He proceeded to go back and look at old statements he had received and, sure enough, there was language that explained the state of Pennsylvania could liquidate the account if there is no activity in a certain period of time. "She started going through the statements, and on one statement, which was full of language, one sentence in one paragraph of that statement said, 'If you have no activity on this account, we will close out this account, based on Pennsylvania law blah, blah, blah,'" Joe explained. "What I don't understand is dividends were being paid into this account. We were paying taxes on this money the whole time, yet because there was no activity for a six month period, the state of Pennsylvania took that money, without any notice to us." Full story here: http://www.glennbeck.com/2014/06/17/this-happened-government-confiscates-money-from-a-member-of-glenns-staff/

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Beck - Waking Light (Audio)

Duration: 5:01
Updated: 04 Feb 2014

Pre order 'Morning Phase' & get "Waking Light" & "Blue Moon" instantly on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/morning Pre order from Beck's store to get pre-release tracks & early access to tickets for the forthcoming world tour: http://smarturl.it/BuyBeck Pre order on Amazon: CD - http://smarturl.it/MorningAma LP - http://smarturl.it/MorningAmaLP Official audio for Beck's "Waking Light" off 'Morning Phase' available 2.25.14 Follow Beck: http://beck.com http://youtube.com/beck http://twitter.com/beck http://facebook.com/beck

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Beck - Mellow Gold [Full Album] 1994

Duration: 47:39
Updated: 18 Jun 2013

All songs written by Beck Hansen. 1."Loser" -- 0:00 2."Pay No Mind (Snoozer)" -- 3:55 3."Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)" -- 7:08 4."Whiskeyclone, Ho...

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Beck - Live at Union Chapel, 2003 (Full Show)

Duration: 58:51
Updated: 14 Aug 2013

Beck performing a solo set, live at the Union Chapel in London on 28.04.2003. 00:48 - The Golden Age 05:01 - It's All In Your Mind 08:30 - Guess I'm Doing Fi...

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Beck - Where It's At

Duration: 3:32
Updated: 18 Aug 2013

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Beck Reimagines David Bowie's "Sound and Vision"

Duration: 9:31
Updated: 19 Aug 2013

Listen to Beck's performance with your headphones on for ideal sound, and check www.hello-again.com for the 360° Experience The Hello, Again performance star...

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Beck - Devils Haircut

Duration: 3:15
Updated: 19 Aug 2013

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Glenn Beck talks to Penn Jillette, author of "Every Day is an Atheist Holiday! More Magical Tales"

Duration: 42:50
Updated: 16 Aug 2013

Atheist & Magician Penn Jillette meets with Glenn Beck. His new book "Every Day is an Atheist Holiday!: More Magical Tales from the Author of God, No!" Go to...

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RWW News: Beck Compares McDaniel's Loss To 'The Protocols of the Elders of Zion'

Duration: 1:07
Updated: 26 Jun 2014

http://www.rightwingwatch.org/content/glenn-beck-compares-chris-mcdaniels-loss-protocols-elders-zion Right Wing Watch reports on the extreme rhetoric and activities of key right-wing figures and organizations by showing their views in their own words. In this video, Glenn Beck says that Chris McDaniel's lost because he was painted as a racist, just like what happened to the Jews in the "Protocols of the Elders of Zion."

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Beck - Girl

Duration: 3:30
Updated: 17 Aug 2013

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Beck - Sexx Laws

Duration: 4:17
Updated: 19 Aug 2013

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Beck - Morning Phase Full Album + Download link

Duration: 47:09
Updated: 10 May 2014

Download here - http://musicdomes.blogspot.co.il/2014/01/beck-morning-phase-album-download_31.html Beck - Morning Phase Free Download MP3 ZIP/RAR Year: 2014 Genre: Alternative, IndieFormat: MP3 Quality: 320 Kbps Track list: 01. Morning 02. Heart Is a Drum 03. Say Goodbye 04. Waking Light 05. Unforgiven 06. Wave 07. Don't Let It Go 08. Blackbird Chain 09. Evil Things 10. Blue Moon 11. Turn Away 12. Country Down 13. Waking Light

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Beck - Say Goodbye (Live on The Tonight Show)

Duration: 3:34
Updated: 13 Mar 2014

Download "Say Goodbye" on iTunes http://smarturl.it/morning -- 'Morning Phase' out now. Download 'Morning Phase' on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/morning and Amazon: http://smarturl.it/BuyBeckAmazon Live video of Beck performing "Say Goodbye" Live on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. http://www.youtube.com/fallontonight Follow Beck: http://beck.com http://youtube.com/beck http://twitter.com/beck http://facebook.com/beck

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Beck - Loser (Live)

Duration: 7:15
Updated: 13 Aug 2013

Beck - Loser ( BBC Sessions - Live at The Union Chapel Hall, Islington - April 2003 ) Set list : 01. The Golden Age 02. It's All In Your Mind 03. Guess I'm D...

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Beck - Wave (Audio)

Duration: 3:39
Updated: 20 Feb 2014

Pre order 'Morning Phase' (out 2.25.14) on iTunes & get "Wave," "Waking Light" and "Blue Moon" instantly: http://smarturl.it/morning. Pre order on Beck's store to get pre-release tracks and early access to tickets for the forthcoming world tour: http://smarturl.it/BuyBeck Pre order on Amazon: CD - http://smarturl.it/MorningAma LP -http://smarturl.it/MorningAmaLP Official audio for Beck's "Wave" off 'Morning Phase' available 2.25.14 Follow Beck: http://beck.com http://youtube.com/beck http://twitter.com/beck http://facebook.com/beck

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Glenn Beck Shoots A Gun On His Radio Show

Duration: 7:43
Updated: 27 Jun 2014

Glenn Beck got really ticked off at Republicans today over the defeat of Chris McDaniel to Mississippi Senator Thad Cochran. How pissed was he? While his radio show was going on, Beck (who did his show remotely from his ranch today) jumped off for a minute to walk outside and shoot his rifle. Beck posted that video to Instagram... Read More At: http://www.mediaite.com/online/beck-gets-so-angry-at-gop-he-shoots-his-rifle-in-the-middle-of-radio-show/ Clip from the Thursday, June 26th 2014 edition of The Kyle Kulinski Show, which airs live on Blog Talk Radio and Secular Talk Radio monday - friday 4-6pm Eastern. Check out our website - and become a member - at: http://www.SecularTalkRadio.com Listen to the Live Show or On Demand archive at: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kylekulinski Follow on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kylekulinski Like on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/SecularTalk Friends Of SecularTalk: http://www.facebook.com/beastofreason AMAZON LINK: (Bookmark this link to support the show for free!!!) http://www.amazon.com/?tag=seculacom-20

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BECK - Live Action

Duration: 146:32
Updated: 31 May 2013

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Beck - Midnite Vultures [Full Album]

Duration: 58:28
Updated: 14 May 2014

Album "Midnite Vultures" from Beck. "Sexx Laws" - 0:00 "Nicotine & Gravy" - 3:39 "Mixed Bizness" - 8:53 "Get Real Paid" - 13:04 "Hollywood Freaks" - 17:24 "Peaches & Cream" - 21:24 "Broken Train" - 26:18 "Milk & Honey" - 30:33 "Beautiful Way" - 35:48 "Pressure Zone" - 41:32 "Debra" - 44:39 © 1999 Geffen Records.

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Beck - Deadweight

Duration: 4:42
Updated: 12 Aug 2013

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Beck - E-Pro

Duration: 3:05
Updated: 15 Aug 2013

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Beck - The New Pollution

Duration: 3:43
Updated: 16 Aug 2013

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Beck - Lost Cause

Duration: 3:50
Updated: 15 Aug 2013

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Beck - O Maria

Duration: 4:00
Updated: 05 Apr 2009

Astist - Beck ; Album - Mutations ; Song - O Maria

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Beck - Runners Dial Zero

Duration: 4:03
Updated: 31 Jul 2013

http://www.mediafire.com/?dpbhtss3f0hm5yk By the dried up stream We slit our throats and dreamed But when the buildings burned Was there some concerned Mothe...

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Bottle of Blues - Beck

Duration: 4:56
Updated: 19 Apr 2009

"Bottle of Blues" by Beck off of the album "Mutations" Let me know if any of the lyrics are wrong or if you notice any blips in the audio. 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 The infidels shiver in the stench of belief I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late I'm over the rails and out of the race The crippled psalms Of an age that won't thaw 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 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

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Beck - Sessions @ W 54 Sep 5th 1997 Complete

Duration: 26:04
Updated: 15 Jun 2013

This is the complete broadcast performance.......after 18 months on the road with "Odelay" , session @ W 54th would be the last show of the tour......This ha...

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Beck - Waking Light (Live on The Tonight Show)

Duration: 3:49
Updated: 13 Mar 2014

Download "Waking Light" on iTunes http://smarturl.it/morning -- 'Morning Phase' out now. Download 'Morning Phase' on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/morning and Amazon: http://smarturl.it/BuyBeckAmazon Live video of Beck performing "Waking Light" Live on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. http://www.youtube.com/fallontonight Follow Beck: http://beck.com http://youtube.com/beck http://twitter.com/beck http://facebook.com/beck

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Beck live @ V Festival 2006 Part 1

Duration: 9:08
Updated: 16 Aug 2013

Loser Devils Haircut Black Tambourine check: http://deadmelodies.com.

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Beck Live in Las Vegas August 8, 2012

Duration: 96:07
Updated: 11 Aug 2013

Beck Live in Las Vegas August 8, 2012 0:00:00 Devil's Haircut 0:03:23 Loser 0:07:21 Novacane 0:11:17 Black Tambourine 0:15:00 Soul of a Man 0:18:00 Think I'...

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Beck - Think I'm in Love - From the Basement (Part 2)

Duration: 3:20
Updated: 13 Aug 2013

Beck performing Think I'm in Love on From the Basement 2007.

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Beck Where It's At Live 9-6-1997 New York,NY

Duration: 10:39
Updated: 18 Aug 2013

Beck Where It's At Live 9-6-97 New York,NY sessions at W. 54th.

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Jeff Beck-Live at Ronnie Scott's-Goodbye Pork Pie Hat /Brush With The Blues

Duration: 6:10
Updated: 14 Aug 2013

Classic medley from Ronnie Scott's.

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BECK Live Jimmy Kimmel Live 1080p FULL CONCERT! 4/22/14

Duration: 35:09
Updated: 23 Apr 2014

BECK Live Jimmy Kimmel Live 1080p FULL CONCERT! 4/22/14 includes: Billie Jean Cover

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Beck performing "Blue Moon" Live on KCRW

Duration: 4:19
Updated: 23 Apr 2014

Beck's latest album, Morning Phase, is among his very best. We hear exclusive live versions of the new songs in his first radio performance behind the record. Hear it on Morning Becomes Eclectic. Watch / Listen to the full session here: http://www.kcrw.com/music/programs/mb/mb140423beck

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Beck - "Where It's At" Live - Newport Folk Fest 2013 (Best Audio, House Mix)

Duration: 6:53
Updated: 09 Aug 2013

New audio, ripped from the NPR broadcast has been overdubbed on this version. And it sounds better. WARNING: This video was originally uploaded by Aaron Abra...

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Beck - Beercan (Live - First TV appearance?)

Duration: 5:32
Updated: 14 Aug 2013

Beck performing Beercan live on Australian TV show Denton in 1994. I believe this was Beck's first TV performance. Presenter Andrew Denton asks Beck whether ...

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Beck - Loser (Live 2003)

Duration: 4:23
Updated: 12 Aug 2013

Reading 2003.

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Beck - Debra (Live on Later)

Duration: 5:10
Updated: 13 Jul 2013

Live on Later With Jools Holland in 2000.

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Beck Live Action HQ (English Sub) part 1/16

Duration: 9:22
Updated: 19 Aug 2013

BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad Live Action Movie Yukio, known by his friends as "Koyuki", is a regular 16-year-old Japanese boy who is in high school. Koyuki's b...

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Beck - Sexx Laws (live on Later)

Duration: 3:53
Updated: 07 Aug 2013

Live on Later With Jools Holland in 2000.

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Jeff Beck - Cause we ended as lovers - LIVE PARIS 2014

Duration: 4:13
Updated: 28 May 2014

Jeff Beck @ Le Grand Rex, PARIS 27/05/2014

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Beck Live Action Completa Legendado

Duration: 146:38
Updated: 22 Apr 2013

o vocal não aparece no filme, isso não é culpa minha, o proprio filme tirou o vocal das musicas.

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Jeff Beck LIVE PARIS 2014

Duration: 4:01
Updated: 28 May 2014

Jeff Beck @ Le Grand Rex, PARIS 27/05/2014

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Beck - The Golden Age (Live)

Duration: 4:23
Updated: 15 Aug 2013

Beck - The Golden Age ( BBC Sessions - Live at The Union Chapel Hall, Islington - April 2003 ) Set list : 01. The Golden Age 02. It's All In Your Mind 03. Gu...

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KROQ Weenie Roast 2014 interview: Beck

Duration: 5:11
Updated: 02 Jun 2014

Kat Corbett interviews Beck at the 2014 KROQ Weenie Roast. SUBSCRIBE HERE: http://www.youtube.com/user/kroq FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/worldfamouskroq TWITTER: https://twitter.com/kroq KROQ features videos of live in-studio performances and interviews with some of today's biggest bands and celebrities, as well as Weenie Roast, Almost Acoustic Christmas and festival coverage.

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Beck interviewed by Thurston Moore, 1994

Duration: 3:48
Updated: 17 Aug 2013

While just on the cusp of success with the release of Loser, Beck was interviewed by Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth Maybe my favorite interview ever.

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Beck - Morning Phase (NPR interview excerpts, Part 1)

Duration: 11:41
Updated: 07 Feb 2014

No copyright infringement intended. Excerpts from Beck's interview with NPR's 'All Songs Considered' hosts Bob Boilen and Robin Hilton on his new album 'Morning Phase'...the creative process, effects of internet criticism on musicians, musical influences (on the day Pete Seeger passed away)... Listen to Part 2 here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5zog3f5mIc Listen to the full conversation at http://n.pr/1bnLTIb NPR Music's YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/nprmusic Beck's album 'Morning Phase' is scheduled for release on February 25, 2014 "Waking Light" audio video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixtNYSiNyO4 "Blue Moon" audio video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIWbgR4vYiw Pre order 'Morning Phase' & get "Waking Light" & "Blue Moon" instantly on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/morning Pre order on Beck's store for early access to tickets: http://smarturl.it/BuyBeck Follow Beck: http://beck.com http://youtube.com/beck http://twitter.com/beck http://facebook.com/beck Resources for related images (no copyright infringement intended): Beck: http://beck.com Pete Seeger's banjo: http://www.drakesbasement.com/photography/ Dawn: public domain wallpaper images, e.g. http://hqwallbase.com/

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Beck - (Conan O'Brien) - Interview (2003-02-19)

Duration: 2:43
Updated: 06 Aug 2013

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Beck - 01-10-98 Recovery Interview

Duration: 9:57
Updated: 12 May 2013

January 10, 1998.

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Beck Interview 1997

Duration: 14:22
Updated: 06 Aug 2013

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Beck Interview - Howard Stern Birthday Show 1997

Duration: 6:13
Updated: 06 Aug 2013

Beck Interview - Howard Stern Birthday Show 1997.

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Beck Talks Scientology, Fatherhood and Staying Young

Duration: 4:05
Updated: 15 Mar 2014

Beck Hansen, better known as Beck, talks with MTV about Scientology, fatherhood and staying young at heart. MTV's John Norris interviewed Beck shortly after Beck's child, Cosimo Henri, was born in 2003. The interview answers the question: "Is Beck a Scientologist?" He is. Original Video: http://www.mtv.com/videos/news/47772/born-again-scientology-and-fatherhood.jhtml Humanitarian programs that Beck talks about, they are funded by the Church of Scientology: Educational Program, Applied Scholastics: http://bit.ly/1cHJ2Qn Drug Treatment: http://bit.ly/1fHxwUQ Programs for Criminals in Prisons: http://bit.ly/1nr60zT Find out more about Scientology on the blog Real Scientology Beliefs: http://bit.ly/N8GzSY

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Jimmy Page & Jeff Beck interview - The Ivors 2014

Duration: 3:32
Updated: 24 Jun 2014

We chat to rock 'n' roll legends Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck about their lives, loves and musical obsessions. This video was filmed for M magazine by One Dead Pixel. http://onedeadpixel.com

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Beck - Interview MV

Duration: 5:53
Updated: 09 Jul 2013

2000-04-21.

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Beck Japan Interview

Duration: 27:41
Updated: 31 Jan 2014

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Beck-Spinal Tap Interview.mpg

Duration: 7:09
Updated: 23 Jun 2013

Beck-Spinal Tap Interview.

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Beck - Hi Octane Interview 1995

Duration: 1:37
Updated: 21 May 2013

Beck - Hi Octane Interview 1995.

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Matthias Schweighöfer, Tom Beck & Friedrich Mücke - Vaterfreuden EXKLUSIVES Interview (2014)

Duration: 6:47
Updated: 04 Feb 2014

Details zum Gewinnspiel weiter unten! Unser etwas anderes Interview zu Vaterfreuden mit Matthias Schweighöfer, Tom Beck und Friedrich Mücke :) Interview: Vanessa Christin Poehlmann Aufgepasst! - wir verlosen drei mal zwei Eintrittskarten für den Film (gültig in Deutschland). Die Teilnahme ist ganz einfach: Du beantwortest unsere Gewinnfrage und sendest uns die Antwort als private Nachricht (nicht Kommentar) auf unserer Facebook-Seite. Über einen Daumen nach oben freuen wir uns natürlich auch! Die Gewinnfrage lautet: Wie heißt der heimliche Star des Films, das Frettchen? Teilnahmen über sogenannte Gewinnspiel-Services sind nicht gestattet und werden gelöscht. Nach Ende der Teilnahmefrist am 13. Februar 2014 (Datum der Nachricht) sammeln wir alle Nachrichten, ziehen die entsprechende Anzahl Gewinner, und kontaktieren diese über das YouTube Kontaktformular. Sollte Dein Profil nicht Deutschland als Wohnland anzeigen kannst Du leider nicht teilnehmen, in diesem Falle wird ein weiterer Gewinner gezogen. Du hast nach dem Kontakt 2 Wochen Zeit uns Deine Daten zu mailen (sprich dein Name und die Postanschrift, kein Postfach, wo der Gewinn hingeschickt werden sollen), ansonsten verfällt der Gewinnanspruch und wir ziehen einen weiteren Gewinner. (siehe Punkt 3) Noch Fragen? Kontaktiere uns unter: gewinn()moviemaniacs.de Hier noch die weiteren Bedingungen: 1. Teilnahmeberechtigt an den Gewinnspielen von MovieManiacs sind volljährige Personen mit Wohnsitz in Deutschland und allen EU-Ländern sowie der Schweiz; Minderjährige bedürfen zur Teilnahme der Zustimmung eines Erziehungsberechtigten. Von der Teilnahme grundsätzlich ausgeschlossen sind Mitarbeiter von MovieManiacs und YouTube und deren Angehörige, sowie Mitarbeiter etwaiger Sponsoren/Kooperationspartner des Gewinnspiels und deren Angehörige. 2. Wir kennen die persönlichen Daten unserer Teilnehmer nicht, erst die Gewinner werden von uns angeschrieben und die nötigen Daten erhoben. Die Daten werden ausschließlich zur Abwicklung des Gewinnspiels verwendet. Ggf. würden wir Dich zu einem späteren Zeitpunkt nochmal anschreiben und Dich um einen Kommentar zum Gewinn oder ähnliches bitten. Alle im Rahmen eines Gewinnspiels erhobenen Daten werden entsprechend den Vorschriften des Bundesdatenschutzgesetzes (BDSG), dem Teledienstdatenschutzgesetz (TDDSG) und des Informations- und Telekommunikationsdienstegesetzes (IuTDG) behandelt. Die erhobenen Daten werden nur dann dauerhaft bei uns gespeichert, wenn sie zur Auswertung des Gewinnspiels dienen. 3. Falls nicht anders geregelt (z.B. bei terminierten Gewinnen wie Eintrittskarten), verfällt der Gewinnanspruch, wenn der Gewinner nicht ermittelbar ist, oder wenn dessen Rückmeldung nicht innerhalb von 14 Tagen bei uns eingeht. 4. Eine Barauszahlung des Gewinns ist nicht möglich 5. Die abgebildeten Preise sind nicht zwingend mit den gewonnen Preisen identisch. Der Anspruch auf einen Gewinn kann nicht abgetreten werden. 6. MovieManiacs haften nicht für etwaigen Sach- oder Rechtsmängel an den Gewinnen. Das Gewinnspiel unterliegt ausschließlich dem Recht der Bundesrepublik Deutschland. Sollten einzelne Bedingungen unwirksam sein oder werden, bleibt die Gültigkeit der übrigen Teilnahmebedingungen hiervon unberührt. 7. MovieManiacs behält sich vor, ein Gewinnspiel ohne vorherige Ankündigung abzubrechen oder zu beenden. Diese kann vor allem geschehen, wenn technische oder rechtliche Gründe eine ordnungsgemäße Durchführung nicht gewährleisten. Durch Teilnahme stimmst Du den oben genannten Bedingungen zu. Der Rechtsweg ist ausgeschlossen. Ein gerichtlich durchsetzbarer Anspruch auf einen Gewinn besteht nicht.

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Beck on Morning Becomes Eclectic

Duration: 51:40
Updated: 10 Aug 2013

L.A.'s finest, Beck, brings a band to perform songs from The Information on KCRW: Morning Becomes Eclectic. 00:04 Track#1 Motorcade 03:00 Track#2 Cellphone`s...

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Tom Beck im Video-Interview

Duration: 3:33
Updated: 22 May 2014

Ein echtes Multitalent! Er ist Schauspieler, Musiker und ein richtiger Charmeur! Tom Beck kann einfach alles und beweist das im telekom_life-Videobeitrag. Mehr spannende Geschichten gibt es im telekom_life Online-Magazin: http://www.telekom-life-magazin.de

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Tom Beck Interview HD

Duration: 10:31
Updated: 06 Sep 2013

http://www.tom-beck.de http://www.rocktalent.de http://www.facebook.com/rocktalent

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Glenn Beck Interview with Kirk Cameron

Duration: 9:50
Updated: 12 Aug 2013

Courtesy of http://web.gbtv.com/media/video.jsp?content_id=20105511&topic;_id=24584158 A 10-minute interview where Glenn Beck interviews TV preacher Kirk Came...

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Beck Interview with Robot

Duration: 8:52
Updated: 07 Aug 2013

Mutations.

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Jeff Beck Interview

Duration: 9:25
Updated: 04 Aug 2013

Interview with Jools Holland.

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Kinomagazin-Spezial: Matthias Schweighöfer, Friedrich Mücke und Tom Beck im Interview

Duration: 4:04
Updated: 09 Feb 2014

Matthias Schweighöfer, Friedrich Mücke und Tom Beck waren im Februar 2014 zu Gast im CinemaxX am Raschplatz in Hannover. Die Filmfans Tim Fischer und Sylvia Brouwer haben sie dort für "Spätvorstellung - Das Kinomagazin" interviewt. Das Kinomagazin findet ihr auch unter: http://www.haz.de/kinomagazin http://www.facebook.de/kinomagazin

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Jeff Beck - Interview (OGWT BBC 1981)

Duration: 3:30
Updated: 16 Jul 2013

Jeff Beck - Interview (OGWT BBC 1981)

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Glenn Beck Hannity FULL Interview Part 1 & 2. Beck On Iraq To Common Core

Duration: 14:33
Updated: 13 Jun 2014

Glenn Beck dropped by Sean Hannity's show Thursday night to take on the latest news from Iraq and exactly what conservatives like themselves are frustrated about with the modern GOP. Beck said people like him and Hannity aren't extremists, they're just concerned about the single-minded Republican and Democratic focus on power above all else. Beck told Hannity he's worried about what's happening in Iraq marking the beginning of "what's going to be spiraling all across the world," and railed against the idea the U.S. can bring democracy "to a region that doesn't want it." Beck then disputed the "extremist" label he's been given, saying that the word just means "somebody who tells America you can't do it," as opposed to those who just want individuals to be left alone. But the problem, he said, is that "we're dealing with people who want power, and they've so deluded themselves that they believe that their party or their position is what's going to fix America." Watch the video below, via Fox News:

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Victorious Season 2 Episode 2 "Beck Falls For Tori" Full Episode HD

Duration: 22:37
Updated: 27 Jun 2014

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Beck - One Foot In The Grave [Full Album]

Duration: 37:14
Updated: 21 Sep 2013

He's A Mighty Good Leader 00:00 - 02:41 Sleeping Bag 02:41 - 04:57 I Get Lonesome 04:57 - 07:47 Burnt Orange Peel 07:47 - 09:26 Cyanide Breath Mint 09:26 - 11:03 See Water 11:03 - 13:25 Ziplock Bag 13:25 - 15:10 Hollow Log 15:10 - 17:04 Forcefield 17:04 - 20:35 Fourteen Rivers,Fourteen Floods 20:35 - 23:30 Asshole 23:30 - 26:02 I've Seen The Land Beyond 26:02 - 27:43 Outcome 27:43 - 29:53 Girl Dreams 29:53 - 31:57 Painted Eyelids 31:57 - 35:03 Atmospheric Conditions 35:03 - 37:10

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Jeff Beck Group - Beat Club [1972]

Duration: 35:47
Updated: 12 Aug 2013

radioborderless original video- Jeff Beck: Guitar, Backing Vocals Bob Tench: Vocals Max Middleton: Keyboards Clive Chaman: Bass Cozy Powell: Drums 01: Got T...

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Jeff Beck - Who Else ! (Full Album)

Duration: 53:52
Updated: 15 Nov 2013

00:00 01. "What Mama Said" Jennifer Batten, Jeff Beck, Tony Hymas 03:22 02. "Psycho Sam" Hymas 08:17 03. "Brush with the Blues" Hymas, Beck 14:41 04. "Blast from the East" Hymas 19:27 05. "Space for the Papa" Hymas 27:15 06. "Angel (Footsteps)" Hymas 33:37 07. "THX138" Hymas 39:53 08. "Hip-Notica" Hymas, Beck 44:32 09. "Even Odds" Jan Hammer 47:59 10. "Declan" Dónal Lunny 52:05 11. "Another Place"

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Beck - "Kick" Complete - INXS - Record Club

Duration: 54:38
Updated: 18 Aug 2013

The purpose of the project is to cover an entire album by another artist in one day, using an informal and fluid collective of musicians. Record Club No. 4 i...

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Rig Rundown - Jeff Beck

Duration: 27:20
Updated: 19 Nov 2013

Read the article: http://www.premierguitar.com/articles/19950-rig-rundown-jeff-beck

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The Glenn Beck Program: Common Core and Education

Duration: 45:02
Updated: 31 Jul 2013

Glenn Beck has done a few episodes on Common Core, which is what the federal government is trying to implement in our schools. This episode focused mainly on...

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Jeff Beck - Truth (Full Album Stereo Vinyl)

Duration: 40:56
Updated: 27 Oct 2013

Full stereo album from vinyl. 1. Shapes of Things 0:00 2. Let Me Love You 3:19 3. Morning Dew 8:03 4. You Shook Me 12:49 5. Ol' Man River 15:19 6. Greensleeves 19:22 7. Rock My Plimsoul 21:12 8. Beck's Bolero 25:28 9. Blues De Luxe 28:27 10. I Ain't Supersticious 36:00

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Jeff Beck - Performing This Week... Live at Ronnie Scott's - 720p - HD - Full show

Duration: 100:23
Updated: 17 Aug 2013

Rock guitar virtuoso Jeff Beck dazzles the crowd at celebrated London jazz club Ronnie Scott's with an extended set that includes hits such as "Beck's Bolero...

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"2016: OBAMA'S AMERICA:, Dinesh D'Souza's with Glenn Beck on GBTV

Duration: 35:22
Updated: 05 Aug 2013

Follow here: http://www.AmericansNotWanted.com facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/AmericansNotWantedcom/230408107085526 Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ano...

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Beck Zoltán (30Y) Arckép

Duration: 62:47
Updated: 24 Oct 2013

Az ArcKép egy portréműsor. ( https://www.facebook.com/arckepkadarkaiendrevel ) Kadarkai Endre beszélgetőpartnerei izgalmas, eredeti, valóságos személyiségek, nem divatos percemberek, csereszabatos sztárok. Ők tálentumukkal, állhatatosságukkal, intellektusukkal vívták ki nem csak a műsor készítőinek csodálatát. A sorozat a Zugló Televízióban látható Szerkesztő-műsorvezető: Kadarkai Endre, rendező: Duljánszky Tibor, operatőr: Harrach László, Ormos Tibor, technikus: Vértes Zsolt, stúdióvezető:Kővári Miklós. Főcím: Huszti Gábor ( http://www.monoszkop.hu/ ), főcímzene: Alexander Holeczy A 30Y 2000-ben alapított öttagú pécsi alternatív rockegyüttes. Zenéjükre a Nirvana és a Red Hot Chili Peppers mellett egyértelműen nagy hatással volt a Rage Against the Machine, a Pearl Jam, a Muse, a Radiohead és a Blur, de kalandozó hangzásvilágukban felfedezhető a Queens of the Stone Age-től kezdve a U2-n és a Depeche Mode-on át a Cardigans-ig szinte minden kísérletező hajlamú, ezredforduló környéki zenekar lenyomata. Ők maguk a 30Y sarokpontjának az 1990-es évek amerikai zenekarainak életérzését tartják. Pályájuk korai szakaszában jelentős szakmai támogatást kaptak a szintén pécsi Kispál és a Borztól. Tagok (2000--) Beck Zoltán (beckzoli): gitár, ének (2000--) Beck László (zaza): dobok, vokál (2000--) Gradvolt Endre (endy): gitár (2000--) Varga Ádám (ádi): basszusgitár, vokál (2002--) Sárközy Zoltán (papa): billentyűs hangszerek, vokál (2000--2001) Molnár Krisztina: hegedű (2000--2002) Molnár Anikó: vokál (2000--2002) Komáromi Kornélia: vokál (2005--) Bóra Áron: ütőhangszerek (a szentimentálé-programban) Története 2000--2004 -- Útkeresés Az ország teljesen különböző részein született tagok (Ajka, Békéscsaba, Celldömölk, Devecser, Szigetvár) 2000-ben futottak össze Pécsett. A Beck-fivérek és Sárközy Zoltán Ajkán már játszottak együtt a Körök nevű együttesben, Varga Ádám pedig a PTE üzenőfalán feladott hirdetésre jelentkezett basszusgitárosnak. Később ő hozta magával Gradvolt Endre gitárost is a Pécsett akkortájt igen népszerű Játszótér együttesből, a Bóra-testvérek mellől, akik közül a basszusgitáros Dávid (2008-ban betegségben elhunyt) később a 30Y hangmérnöke és zenei producere, a dobos Áron pedig az akusztikus koncertek állandó ütőhangszeres vendégzenésze lett. Nevüket egy szombathelyi buszjárat jelzéséről vették kölcsön. A 30Y első négy éve növekvő intenzitású országos koncertkörutakból állt. Elkészült három demóanyaguk, megnyertek egy pop-rock-jazz tehetségkutató versenyt, bekerültek a nyári fesztiválok programjaiba, év közben pedig rendszeresen olyan együttesek elé mentek el vendégzenekarnak, mint az Anima Sound System, a Quimby, a Heaven Street Seven vagy a Kispál és a Borz. A Mediawave-nek köszönhetően eljutottak Szlovákián belül Révkomáromba, Dunaszerdahelyre, később pedig Pozsonyba. Ez az időszak mind zenei, mind szövegvilágbeli, mind az arculathoz fűződő értelemében az útkeresésről szólt. Az együttes mögött még nem állt profi stáb és menedzsment, de szakmai kapcsolatrendszere egyre jobban kezdett elmélyülni, és az időközben leadott majdnem százötven fellépésnek köszönhetően elismerésre méltó színpadi rutinra tett szert. Az együttes önálló koncertjeivel a kisebb egyetemi rendezvények és a pár száz fős klubok koncerthelyszíneinek spektrumán mindenfelé mozgott. A nyúlványok lassan kezdtek kifele nőni Pécsről: először a hanganyagokat vették át kisebb, regionális rádiók, aztán más városok helyi lapjaiban is kezdtek megjelenni a zenekarról szóló cikkek, végül a közszolgálati és a kereskedelmi televíziók ifjúsági műsorai is felfedezték az együttes zenéjét, amely ekkoriban még csak az egyetemisták és a főiskolások körében volt kimondottan ismert. 2005--2007 -- Kibontakozás Diszkográfia Albumok 2004 Egy perccel tovább 2006 Csészényi tér 2007 Semmi szédítő magasság 2008 No. 4. 2010 Városember 2012 Szentimentálé Videográfia Klipek Egy perccel tovább (2005) R.: Seres Tamás[2] Bogozd ki (2006) R.: Seres Tamás Dadog (2007) R.: Bogdán Árpád[3] Respekt (2007) R.: Szabó Gergő[4] -werkfilm- Felhő (2008) R: Seres Tamás Városember (2011) R: Sós Bálint Dániel Egypár (2012) R: Danila Kostil Világlepedője (2012) R: Lévai Balázs Szentimentálom (2012) R: Lévai Balázs Díjak MTV EMA Worldwide Act (2012) Artisjus díj- Beck Zoli az év könnyűzenei szövegírója (2012) Zöld Pardon Szakmai díj:Legjobb billentyűs -- Sárközi "Papa" Zoltán (2012) forrás: wikipedia azt hittem érdemes felhő egypár öltöztetnéd megint városember ül és várágyéktól szívig sötét van csönded vagyok pécsi tánctanár pont úgy kezdem el éjjel mi az hogy boldog

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Beck - Guero

Duration: 50:01
Updated: 30 Sep 2013

Track listing: All songs written by Beck Hansen; additional writers in parentheses. "E-Pro" (Dust Brothers, Beastie Boys) "Qué Onda Guero" (Dust Brothers) "Girl" (Dust Brothers) "Missing" (Dust Brothers, Marcos Vinicius de Moraes, Carlos Eduardo Lyra) "Black Tambourine" (Dust Brothers, Eugene Blacknell) "Earthquake Weather" (Dust Brothers, Mark Adams, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Mark Hicks) "Hell Yes" (Dust Brothers) "Broken Drum" "Scarecrow" (Dust Brothers) "Go It Alone" (Jack White, Dust Brothers) "Farewell Ride" "Rental Car" (Dust Brothers) "Emergency Exit" (Dust Brothers)

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Ulrich Beck - Im Dialog vom 17.02.2013

Duration: 33:52
Updated: 21 May 2013

IM DIALOG spricht Michael Krons mit dem Soziologen Prof. Ulrich Beck.

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Glenn Beck vs Alex Jones Full Version - Then 1990s & Now 2014

Duration: 34:56
Updated: 29 Apr 2014

~sub: http://youtube.com/NwoSatire & http://youtube.com/TheAlexJonesChannel

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Jeff Beck - Live at Ronnie Scott's

Duration: 100:21
Updated: 15 Aug 2013

Jeff Beck is a true rock legend. From his time with the Yardbirds in the sixties, through the Jeff Beck Group and throughout his solo career his unique guitar style and constant desire to explore new musical areas and sounds has won him the admiration of his peers and the adoration of legions of fans. In 2007 Jeff Beck performed a series of concerts at the renowned Ronnie Scotts club in London. They became the must have ticket of the year with a packed aud.

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In this photo taken Tuesday, April 2, 2013 Russian President Vladimir Putin speaks during an interview with the German ARD television in the Novo-Ogaryovo residence outside Moscow, Russia. Putin has dismissed Western criticism of his government's raids of non-government organizations, saying they must account for their foreign funds.

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Report: Vladimir Putin’s Plane Lapped MH17, May Have Been Target

The Inquisitr

17 Jul 2014

Early information has suggested one possible and scary cause for the crash of MH17 — intentional interference using anti-aircraft weaponry on the ground in what was almost definitely a case of mistaken identity. The speculation regarding Vladimir Putin’s plane, however, is a newer thread ... “I can say that Putin’s plane and the Malaysian Boeing intersected at the same point and the same echelon ... ....(size: 2.6Kb)

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Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17: What happened before the plane was shot down

The Australian

18 Jul 2014

AVIATION experts and weapons analysts have shed more light on what happened on-board Flight MH17 before it was shot down. The flight, on a Boeing 777-200, was travelling from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur. Passengers left Amsterdam at 12.15pm (local time) in the afternoon, and were due to touch down in Kuala Lumpur the next day at 6.10am local time. The flight was meant to be a total of 13 hours and 10 minutes ... REVEALED ... WARNINGS IGNORED ... AFP....(size: 6.0Kb)

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Emergency workers load bodies of victims on a truck at the crash site of Malaysia Airlines Flight 17 near the village of Hrabove, eastern Ukraine, Saturday, July 19, 2014.

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Russia 'Arming Thugs' Blamed For MH17 Crash

Skynews

20 Jul 2014

David Cameron has raised the prospect of further sanctions against Russia as anger grows over the apparent shooting down of flight MH17 by pro-Moscow separatists. The Prime Minister said Europe and the West must "fundamentally change our approach" unless Russian president Vladimir Putin alters his stance ... It had taken off from Amsterdam a few hours earlier and was heading for Kuala Lumpur.   ... ....(size: 3.4Kb)

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Glenn Beck: Government is to blame for his conspiracy theory peddling

The Examiner

21 Jul 2014

On March 17, 2014, Glenn Beck, fresh off of a week's vacation, finally got around to commenting on the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines' flight MH370. As you have undoubtedly already guessed, Beck smells a conspiracy. Beck began by seizing upon reports that twenty employees from a company called Freescale Semiconductor were on board ... It's such a ridiculous conspiracy theory that even Glenn Beck himself acknowledges it as such....(size: 2.3Kb)

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RAILCATS ADD BECK TO COACHING STAFF (Gary Southshore RailCats)

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21 Jul 2014

RAILCATS ADD BECK TO COACHING STAFF GARY SOUTH SHORE RAILCATS MEDIA RELEASEFOR IMMEDIATE RELEASEJuly 19, 2014Contact ... GARY, IN -The Gary South Shore RailCats have added Joe Beck to the coaching staff. Beck graduated from Arlington Bowie high ......(size: 1.2Kb)

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Christ Cathedral Dean Lynda Patterson dies

Stuff

20 Jul 2014

Christ Cathedral Dean Lynda Patterson has died. Northern Irish-born Patterson last year succeeded Peter Beck in the role, becoming the cathedral’s first female dean. She had been acting dean since Beck’s resignation in 2011 ... She became theologian-in-residence at the cathedral and assistant to Beck ... - Fairfax Media . ....(size: 1.7Kb)

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Christ Church Cathedral Dean dies

Stuff

20 Jul 2014

Christ Church Cathedral Dean Lynda Patterson has died. Northern Irish-born Patterson last year succeeded Peter Beck in the role, becoming the cathedral’s first female dean. She had been acting dean since Beck’s resignation in 2011 ... She became theologian-in-residence at the cathedral and assistant to Beck ... - Fairfax Media . ....(size: 1.8Kb)

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Cathedral dean Lynda Patterson dies

Stuff

20 Jul 2014

Last year she succeeded Peter Beck in the role, becoming the cathedral's first female dean. Beck last night said he had known Patterson since she came to New Zealand and had worked closely with her. "It's a big loss, a tragic loss and we're very sorry, obviously." ... She was an accomplished theologian who spoke in seminaries around the world but had an extraordinary ability to make theology accessible for "ordinary folk", Beck said ... ....(size: 2.4Kb)

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Lions maul Alouettes 41-5 at BC Place

Toronto Sun

20 Jul 2014

Kevin Glenn threw for 301 yards and two touchdowns in just three quarters while John Beck added 72 yards and a pair of scores in relief ... Arceneaux added to his career night by beating a pair of Montreal defenders for a 27-yard TD catch early in the fourth, and Andrew Harris added a 13-yard TD grab from Beck following a Ryan Phillips interception on Montreal's first play of the ensuing drive ... .. ......(size: 1.9Kb)

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LeBron James Arena opens at St.Vincent-St.Mary; Irish fall to Central Catholic

The Examiner

20 Jul 2014

Say what you want about LeBron James ....just don't say he doesn't give back. The brand new LeBron James Arena opened last night on the campus of St.Vincent-St.Mary hosting four games for the girls and boys junior varsity and varsity ... Central Catholic countered with their own super sophomore of their own in 6.7" Tervell Beck. Central Catholic would erase a six point halftime deficit and defeat the Irish 53-52, behind Beck's 27 points....(size: 2.5Kb)

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July 20 plotters honored with new exhibition

Deutsche Welle

20 Jul 2014

The White Rose, the Red Orchestra, the Kreisau Circle - the resistance against the Nazi terror regime had many names. It included people from all sorts of backgrounds. the nobility and the military, and white collar workers, students, artists, Jews, Christians and Roma ... political, ethical, religious ... Far beyond just Stauffenberg ... Ludwig Beck's room can now be seen. Among the conspirators was Army Chief of Staff Ludwig Beck ... ....(size: 4.2Kb)

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Crash with semi truck kills Orange Park woman, injures 4 UF students, graduates

The Florida Times Union

20 Jul 2014

Edward Jones, 69, tried to swerve his semi, but struck the overturned Explorer on the drivers’ side ... Joshua Acree and Joel Beck, both 23 and of Panama City, are in serious condition and were listed as passengers in the SUV ... Derek Gilliam. (904) 359-4619 ....(size: 1.2Kb)

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Arceneaux's touchdown trio helps Leos topple Als (CFL - Canadian Football League)

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20 Jul 2014

(Source. CFL - Canadian Football League). CFL.ca Staff. #MTLvsBC ... ... John Beck entered at quarterback with 3.47 remaining in the third quarter but that didn't slow down the potent BC attack led by their stud receiver. Beck marched the Lions down into Montreal territory and hit Arceneaux on a post route for his third touchdown of the game, this one from 27-yards out to give BC a commanding 34-3 lead ... 1) Emmanuel Arceneaux ... (noodl....(size: 6.4Kb)

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Arceneaux's touchdown trio helps Leos topple Als (BC Lions Football Club Inc)

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20 Jul 2014

(Source ... CFL.ca Staff. #MTLvsBC. VANCOUVER - Emmanuel Arceneaux is back ... ... John Beck entered at quarterback with 3.47 remaining in the third quarter but that didn't slow down the potent BC attack led by their stud receiver. Beck marched the Lions down into Montreal territory and hit Arceneaux on a post route for his third touchdown of the game, this one from 27-yards out to give BC a commanding 34-3 lead ... distributed by ... (noodl....(size: 6.2Kb)

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Hockey: Momona still unbeaten after hard-fought game

Otago Daily Times

20 Jul 2014

Momona A is the only unbeaten team in the women's premier 1 competition after beating City Highlanders A 1-0 on Saturday. Both teams had won their first two games since the top women's league split into two. Momona, as it has done so often this season, took a chance when it came to grind out a win in a game that was close from the beginning ... Tessa Jopp looked to provide a spark for Momona on several occasions ... By David Beck. ....(size: 2.2Kb)

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In this issue: July 18, 2014

Golf Week

20 Jul 2014

Inside the July 18, 2014 issue of Golfweek.. • • •. THE FORECADDIE. • • •. Ryder Cup, senior style? It's going to happen . . An overflowing fountain of youth. Because a sailor needs . . trucks?. A family tradition. • • •. TOY BOX. • • • Nice view. By James Achenbach Ping G30. Already a winner. By James Achenbach. Harman's TaylorMade bag. Montgomerie's mixed set. Open competitors test TaylorMade's new iron ... • • • ... • • • ... Beck's pending tour of duty....(size: 2.4Kb)

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Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Nothing I Haven't Seen

I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do
You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself
Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell
You can't tell
I've seen the end of the day come too late
Seen the love you had turning into hate
Had to act like I didn't even care
But I did so I got stranded standing there
Standing there
It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Like the prison dogs they set out after you
You owe nothing to the past but wasted time
To serve a sentence that was only in your mind
In your mind
It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before

Top Beck, Mutherfukka

You know, you know homey don't play like that
Can't believe that shit [unverified]
Hey Mr. Asshole, what's your big hassle?
Sitting in your castle, judging everyone
Your acting like it's chill while the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your face on my head?
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Total paranoia tryin' to annoy ya
Everything I do is to try and fuck you up
Some trauma true and I was such a spasm
Drop yourself on the situation, dude
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Ahh, everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka

Top 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 them all day
(What's the problem?)
Uh, I dunno just stop the tape
Hey alright, MTV, whoa, makes me wanna smoke crack
Fly out the window and I'm never coming back
MTV makes me wanna get high as a moon
Like a rubber balloon, ah get that squeegee
Everything's wonderful, everything's grand
Everything's swinging, all across the land, you know it
Bust out the biscuits, strike up the band
Play those videos every woman and man
'Cause MTV, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack
Hey, fly out the window and I'm never coming back
Oh, MTV makes me wanna get high as a kite
Gettin' all uptight, take it
Ah yea, fake it 'til you make it
Right about now
Steppin' into a cold-ass fashion
Ah yeah, weed-whack that thing
I work down at the video store
Making some change with a sparkle in my step
And a smile on my face, condominiums rising above
And those videos are better than love
Yeah, MTV, one, MTV, check

Top Beck, Captain Brain

Captain brain's comin down
Thinkin about nothin at all
Who could it be?
Who could it be locked inside your bathroom?

Top Beck, Cancelled Check

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 judgments 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
That 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 wanna 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 wanna beg
It's crystal clear

Top Beck, Burro

Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza
Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van
Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Despierto, alguien arrastra mis huesos
Nosotros, acendemos en la tarde
Y recuerdo tu sonrisa, donde el viento salvaje
Hay algo vacio, cuando empieza
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos, sueltos enlazan mi cabeza
Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van
Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Evacuacion cerebral y recopilacion a texto

Top Beck, Cut In Half Blues

Some folks get their kicks steppin on ants
Some folks fall for love and romance
Some like to roll in the mud and laugh
My baby just likes to cut people in half
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues.
Well I thought I heard a chainsaw
Revving up late one night
Woke the next morning cut in two
And I knew that I was right
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues
(harp solo)
I knew we were in trouble
And I knew we...she lost her head
When she started bringing all those
Power tools to bed.
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw

Top Beck, Bogus Soul

Fuckin' on my...
Fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin to me
Fuckin' talkin to me...ohhhh
And I won't (? )
And I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel...oooohhhhh
I wanna think
I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock n roll
My rack n roll
I've got the soul
I've got the soul

Top Beck, Blue Cross

She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a burning lawn
She's dead and gone
She's here and now
She's hangin around
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a liquor store
She's a apple core
She's a camel hair
She's a golden chair
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a silver star
She's a stolen car
She's a milky way
She's an old ashtray
She's a blue cross (x4)

Top Beck, Blackhole

Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be, gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded, crowded
Open to a waste can
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

Top Beck, Movie Theme

Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my problems melt away
Running on a plane
With a cigarette
I carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade
Walking down the aisle
Of the supermarket
Looking for the ??
To carry my senses away
Listen to a voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody on the way
Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything I need
Thought in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Nothing's gonna lead me astray
Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is

Top Beck, The Information

Ahhh
The information is ravenous
The ticker tape feeds the mind
Looking for a lost transmission
A heaven that we left behind
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
And the skyline rising
Highrise eyes see for you
Say hello to a mannequin
The ghost of our lonely tongue
Reaching out ??
I was ?? down below
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
The skyline rising
Highrise eyes see for you
She's the sister of avarice
A wife of a poisonous tongue
She's the eye of a battle of stones
A sister out of control
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
The skyline rising

Top Beck, Strange Apparition

Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Standing on the last legs
Of a dream that walked away
When the Lord rings my front door
And asks me what I got to show
Besides the dust in my pockets
And the things that just eat away my soul
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
There's some permissions
Of a dream that got cremated
The least I had to lose from
Is the most I seem to care
Anything should make you happy
Nothing could make you scared
We'll be on the shoreline
When that heavy ship goes down
Did you think that you were lucky?

Top Beck, Soldier Jane

Nobody cares what dress she wears at all
Tattered rags and paper bags and all
She's the one sleeping in the dirt
Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt
Gamblers trade candles for the dice
Mothers drag their canes across the bridge
No one wake her up, she's sleeping still
Put a candle on the window sill
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Taking heart out of the shell
Taking heart out of the shell
Throw it away
?? strike the darkness from the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
'Cause they drag us down into the ruins
Sleep away our cares, dirty boots
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Taking heart out of the shell
Taking heart out of the shell

Top Beck, Dark Star

Disappointment condition
A perfunctory prescription
Of an indigent mindset
A beligerant silence
We got all we need
Turning out of a tin can
Thinking about the ??
Of the social hurt
Listen to the noise
On the battery tape deck
A Judas trainwreck
Anonymous suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners ??
Of vacant locations
Think tanks empty
International dream bank
Plug in my reactor
To the fallout zone
The enemies' story is a lot like mine
And if you get to the point
Then you had better deny
Dark star ??
Eyes are closing
From a sky lit terrain
Autopilot drivers
Riding out on the ice age
Infidels swallowed
In a vanishing point
Ammunition souls shooting
Holes in the ozone
Widows tears
Washing a soldier's bones
Sterilized egos
Delirium seagulls
Punctured by the arrows
Of American eagles
Robot teachers
Backspace my brain
My equilibrium gone
Dark star
Just an eye that is closing
From a sky lit terrain
One, two
One, two

Top Beck, Broken Drum

I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What you're thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
Never
Forget

Top Beck, Black Tambourine

Black hearts in effigy
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin
Black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking

Top Beck, Rental Car

Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust
Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go
Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on
Takin me far,

Top Beck, Qué Onda Guero

Beck Qué Onda Guero Lyrics:
See the vegetable man in the
Vegetable van with the horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street
People gather around put a dollar in the can
Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around
Sleeping on the side walk with a burger king
Crown never wake them up mas cerveza till
The rooster crows vatos vergallos
Qué onda guero?
Qué onda guero?
Mano blancos roll with crowbars sing
Rancheras on cheap guitars abuelitas with
Plastic bags walking to church with their
Spanish candles dirty boracho
says "qué putas?
Andelay joto, your popsicles melting"
Run better run da doo run run in the midnight sun
Guero where you going? Qué onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan
Soccer ball instant replays mango ladies
Vendedoras at a bus stop
Sing a banda macho chorus
Qué onda guero?
A donde

Top Beck, Go It Alone

I'm comin over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin voice is singing
Thru a crack in the window
I better go it alone
Down on the corner
See me standin
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin on the sidewalk
Lookin back and the sky is burning
In my rearview mirror

Top Beck, 1000BPM

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

Top Beck, Ramshackle

You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all
The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle Land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns

Top Beck, Minus

The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals they bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage glasses
With the crutches of frogs
Don't be confused
When the fuse is up
And you're taking a leak
Into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled
You can run and be killed
In the billion miles
Of the muscles that build
Radiation
Feeling the force
Karaoke
Vomiting morons
The scalps of zero hear the call
Rubbing in a blind man's running hall
With the canker sores and the robot pill
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage glasses
With the crutches of frogs

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, 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!

Top Beck, Jack-ass

I've been drifting along with the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll 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 she smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along with the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: it's a strange invitation

Top Beck, High 5 (Rock The Catskills)

High 5, high 5
High 5, high 5
quot;C'mon on, 8, everybody, c'mon, 7, c'mon, now, 6, 5
Aw, yeah, I like that shit quot;
When I rock it's like a high 5
Want 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 candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs no 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
Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping jugger
Like the last century
quot;Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you
Man, get the other record, damn quot;
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
quot;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 quot;

Top Beck, Devil's Haircut

Somethings wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperatures dropping at the rotten qasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his 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
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case 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.
Somethings wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil 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,

Top Beck, Pay No Mind (Snoozer)

(This is 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 'n' 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
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
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Soul Suckin' Jerk

Caddy
I got a job making money for the man
throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini-mall in my under ware
I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home
sun went down, I got frozen to the bone
Till 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 burned my uniform
He said, \"Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son.\"
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
As I crawled out the window with my shadow on the spoon
Dancing on the roof shooting holes in the moon
get busy
you know it
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack (2X)
(something really distorted)
I'm standing right here with the beer in my hand
and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Fourteen days I've been sleeping in a pawn
Better get a claim check tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
with the Barbecue sauce and the dental floss gel
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
Now she's coming after me with a butterfly net
Riding on a moo cow ringing a bell
Black cat wrapped and I'm rolling down the hill
Muzzle on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw
like a brothel in the stars just waiting to fall
So gimme what I've got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no more
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack (2X)
no no no no...
soul sucking jerk (fish voice)
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
you know it
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk (fades)
---------------------------------------------------
I'm not sure of some of this stuff, especially:
brothel
Muzzle
moo cow
If any one else has a better idea what he's saying, please let me know

Top 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
Give me 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
Dogfood on the floor
And I've been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up
Give me 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

Top Beck, Mutherfuker

Yo homey don't play that game
Hey mr. asshole
What you dirty asshole
Sitting in your castle
Judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill
When the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face or mine
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Total paranoia
Trying to annoy you
Everything I do
Is to try to fuck you up
Screw chum chewin'
The house of spasm
Drunk so long
In this situation
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Top Beck, Lampshade

I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright
When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just too small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair
Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
'Cause you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin'
I don't want no pain

Top Beck, 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 in 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?
(Double barrel buckshot)
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
'Cause 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
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?
(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?

Top Beck, 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 your 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...
Put on my jack-eyed boots
Runnin' wild on the bayou
Now I'm 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

Top Beck, 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 you

Top Beck, The Spirit Moves Me

Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
You know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of a sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out the things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now

Top Beck, Youthless

There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from
Just to get on level ground
Shake your seasick legs around
Dead of winter in a logo town
Signs of life are soft and flickering
Need a bed to lay my body down
Deadweight to carry down
Some static is lulling me to sleep
Hang your clothes on a chain link fence
In a junkyard say Amen
Your mouth is full of wordless hymns
And run-on sentences
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
And they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing
There's a million horses dragging down a monolith
With these trademarks so bereaved
Tied my leg to a barricade
With a plastic hand grenade
They tried to turn emotion into noise
Need a teleprompter for my life
Need a pipeline to the night
My body can't get no relief
And this life it goes by fast
You're treading water in the past
Trying to re-animate something that you can't understand
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing
And he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing
And he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing

Top Beck, Your Cheatin' Heart

Your cheatin' heart will make you weep
You'll cry and cry and try to sleep
But sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like fallin' rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
Your cheatin' heart will pine someday
And crave the love you threw away
The time will come when you'll be blue
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like fallin' rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do

Top Beck, Wish Coin

Now I'm comin' over, see me down at the station
By the lane with my hands in my pocket
Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain
That was drownin' all the cares in the world though
When I gettin older, climbin' up
On the back porch fence, just to see the dogs runnin'
Ring and a question and my shiverin'
Voice is singin' through a crack in the window
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na
Down on the corner, see me standin'
On a makeshift home with a dust storm comin'
In a long black shadow, pull the hammer
From a coal mine down where your daddy was workin'
Comb my hair back, strike a match
On the bathroom wall where my number is written
Drivin' on a sidewalk, lookin' back
At the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
I'm comin' over, see you down at the station
By the lane with my hands in my pocket
Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain
That was drownin' all the cares in the world though
When I gettin' older, climbin' up
On the back fence, pointing to the dogs standin' firm
With a ring and a question, dime a dozen
And a voice that was singin' underneath the window
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I better go it alone, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Whiskey Faced, Radioactive, Blowdryin' Lady

Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today
Yeah
Alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
Yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
Ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
Whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something
Take out your whiskey bottle there
Now you don't even move out of your chair
Your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time
You can get out a blowdryer and
Blowdry the hair right off of your head
You can sauteé my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog
While he's watchin' cable
If I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake
And I shut my mouth before I even breathe
Well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time
Gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug
Swallow the keys to the chevy
You're gonna weedwack your way to memphis, yeah
Everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
Well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
Gettin....crap-faced all the time

Top Beck, 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
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands 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!
(with robot vocal effect)I got two turntables and a microphone
(Take me home with my elevator bones!)
(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 hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with parachuits fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Man spoken \"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's a two-horse town)
(girl spoken: \"That's beautiful, Dad!\")
(Got 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
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands 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
(make it out, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Ow, ow, ow, ow
----

Top Beck, We Dance Alone

Send a telegram
Tell me your thoughts
I want to live for a day
And the way that we lost
But a ?? under the train
Got crissed not crossed
Left the keys in the car
So the legs have to walk
Desert terrain and the wayward plain
Waiting for rain
And the ?? ain't afraid
Of what pain might be
To the pleasure we knew
Before we had to move on
I did my best for you
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way
I waited for a fire
To collide with the planet
Tried to get back on the world
As it was turning around
?? pieces
?? crashed
Watching every minute
Of the ?? passed
'Cause motions wearing down
All my thoughts
'Til they're all smoothed out
Like rocks were tossed
Nooks and ??
We descended on the reality
Down below
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way
I'm gonna grab a train
Gonna break the hope
I put the life beating out
Like a stray in a boat
Let the scenery pass
Like a blown-out TV
Thought I saw a ghost
But it might have been me
Might have been the world
That was moving too fast
Caught up in the future
That was coming to pass
Now looking for a place
Where the lights unravel
Last ditch road
Trespassers travel on
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way

Top Beck, Untitled

I just got put down
In the ashes of a backwash town
Black debris, the burned-out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singin' the regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
It's a state where I belong
I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out all the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singin' a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all
You're better off alone
Troubles find their home(?)................

Top Beck, Unknown Title 1

Baby I can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and I can't wait
You're the one who's got no tongue
Look and see which way it's run
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
Obituaries I seen right through
Brochures of the times we knew
Taxes on the days we spent
Repossessed and named and chained
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
Accusations, suspects named
Battered husbands, cousins blamed
Holdin' up your trophy bones
Sticks and stones and lesser knowns
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
And all your hopes can be derailed
Low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
No dreams in the night you lie
All the stars stripped from the sky
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away

Top Beck, Twig

(Beck speaking:)
[ya know how it is
It's like, my lady's gone, y'know...
I just let my twig fly in the wind
You know it's like the branch broken
It's like, I let my twig fly in the wind
Sometimes I need a little kindling (laughter),
Sometimes I kindle up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
Ya know what I'm sayin?
It's like a twig...it's like a stick
But it's more portable (more laughter)
It's like my own portable twig, y'know what I'm sayin?
I let it fly in the wind
You know, sometimes I get lonely
And I let my twig fly in the wind...
Yeah... it's like that, y'know] (music begins...)
Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face down trippin' so damn hard
Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a load of bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he come back with a frown
He's just a twig in the wind
Twig in the wind (a bunch of times)
All right
I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
Piggys pay full price (?) to take them down to the dump
Dusty busty skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat
I'm just a twig in the wind...
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Wheeeeeeeee!
(REALLY unintelligible Beck-stuff here)
[spoken: "Love me like a cab (?).
Love me. I know you will. Love me....(laugh)
Let's chill. I know what you're made of:
Ecstasy....next to me. The future
Is bright....your pants are so tight. Tantalize.

Top Beck, Totally Confused

I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it

Top Beck, Think I'm In Love

I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Doodododododooodoo
Probably lay my head on a wooden floor
Tell her I was tired from working the store
Counting all the cash from an old shoebox
Saving up to buy her something she wants
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?
Take a little picture in a photobooth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love

Top Beck, The New Pollution

She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor 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 camouflage
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

Top Beck, The Little Drum Machine Boy

That's the holiday
That's the hanukkah robot funk
(Ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.)
Right about now
Gonna drop some hanukkah science
Yeah, hmm, uh--this is it
I press a button make the gentleman cry
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
I funk this joint and check out holiday gear
The system booming strictly pioneer
Under the rear
Bringing a tear
I turn it out in a holiday mode
Safe like a seatbelt in a volvo
Keeping it real like a spray-snow tree
We'll shut it down harmoniously
Rockin' softly
808 Beats
I get this shit lit like a menorah
Funk so illegal I think I might need a lawyer
Not a firestarter but my beats get hotter
Even amount like an allowance
Footwear riot new balance
Hanukkah pimp on a check
Like a micro rock gettin' in a sweat
Neal's mackin' track
Ejaculatin' on buffet tables and record labels
Willin' and able
Bring my funk in place of each beat
Lifestyles of the slick and sleazy
Spin around and around like a dreidel
Kind of science that puts you back in the cradle
Shit, sometimes this track's so poignant
Somebody please pass me some kind of ointment
Put these rhymes together like a thief
Clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf
Dropping science, you don't even know what hits you
Next thing you know you're 13 and get a bar mitzvah
I get down, I get down, I get down all the way
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ooohhhhhh
I get down, I get down, I get down all the way, etc
Hanukkah pimp

Top Beck, Tasergun

I got a room down in hollywood
The rent was cheap,
The street was cool
But there was an old man
Who lived right next to me
He was so wretched
He ate up everything
The day I moved in
I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling
He ran out into the hall and he yelled
"watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
"you little creepy slob,
Why don't you get a job?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you get out of here?
Why don't you move away?
Why don't you just get lost? "
He spent his days
Down in adult book stores
Bringing home all kinda weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me
So one day I get pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might
"watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
You son of a bitch
I think it's startin to itch
He's got the taser gun

Top Beck, Summer Girl

I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl

Top Beck, Strange Invitation

I've 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
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation
When I wake up and 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
Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
The 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
And it's a strange invitation
And it's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation

Top Beck, 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 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 into 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

Top Beck, Spanking Room

Momma don't take me
Down to the den
To make it by myself [? ]
It'll rip me away [? ]
Pulled by the drapes
Spank my ass [? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
The [? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
Pulled by the drapes
Split up my ass [? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[screaming]
Go with parents, say your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
That something strange happens to you
Tell your parents on your teacher
[? ? ? ]
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
[some kind of whimpering]

Top Beck, Soul Of A Man

Beat my bones against the wall
Staring down an empty hall
Deep down in a hollow log
Coming home like a letter bomb
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
Call a doctor, call a ghost
Put a fire into your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
Beat my bones against the wall
Put a bank note on your bond
Gris Gris and a goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log
Cold was the storm
That buried the night

Top Beck, Slip Out (Little More Than Before)

I don't know since when I changed to such a cold-hearted guy
I have to warm this frozen, icy, lonely heart to thaw
I like being wrapped with warmness more than anything else for sure
I'm gonna make my coming days to be filled with laughter and joy
I let myself down that I'm more cruel than I thought I would be
I'm just a loser who ends up by caring for my soul
I don't give my heart to no one cause I don't wanna waste my time
I tried to love this loneliness to slip out of this lonesome hole
[Chorus]
Sorrow is what I hate but it's grown my sensations
Regrets taught me how to make any hard decisions
Peace is always by my side but I've never felt it once
Love is not the word only for the sweet romance
Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death
And I'm scared to keep on going on my way
Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death
And I'll tell myself I'm special till the end
Recalling my torn, broken, aching heart of these long days
And all the memories I wanted to forget for making leaps
Recalling, breaking, aching, crying, making sure to me
And I take all and grin at my future on the way
[Chorus]
I don't give my heart to no one cause I don't wanna waste my time

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Send A Message To Her

Get up, son, hit you head like a drum
Weeds are all grown in vain
Too much time, I got too much time
Living in a waste of space
Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Don't kill it dead but don't let it die
There's a price sitting on your head
Face it down, don't turn it around
Unless you wanna be where you been
Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
I spell out her name in cigarettes
And knives tryin' to see her
Get her a massage
On a dirty window tryin' to see her
I've been stripping the days
Off the sidewalks and pavement
The walls are all white
And we're painting them whiter
For the zig zag mainline, my radio's plastic
And I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending
Day job pay phone, one in a trillion
And the typecast heathen with the future all rancid
Something to believe, something to believe
Something to believe, something to believe

Top Beck, Saxx Laws (night Flight To Ojai)

Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man

Top Beck, Runners Dial Zero

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?
Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find
Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
They shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees
By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed

Top Beck, Round the Bend

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend
People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where you are going
Round, round, round the bend

Top Beck, Rollins Power Sauce

[slowed down:] ummm...my throat muscles are completely shredded
You tell no one
'bout barney
Leaning on you
Dirty pictures
False faces
Bloody wallet
Ripped out your heart
Put on my clothes
No one'll want you
With a bloody bozo
With a bloody bozo
And I got no focus
Got no focus...
Oh...
Ow...

Top Beck, Replica

Make a perfect replica of your life
Cut the paper with exacto knife
Tape it up, tape it up
Against the howling wind
I'm so tired don't know where to begin
It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica
I was the last to see me down on my knees
These antibodies learn to be the disease
And I learn to be what fights against me
We'll make a replica, a place we can sleep
And we could live in a hollow tree
Grow up old and bury the sea
And when this replica begins to look cheap
I'd throw it out but now it's home to me
It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica
Build it up
Build it up
This replica
Now we build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Build it up

Top Beck, Regular Song

Well I just got put down
In the ashes of an asphalt town
Black debris, the burned out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all
I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out on the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Frozen dreams, dead machines
They don't notice me at all
[harmonica solo]
Troubles find their own
You're better off alone
Nobody knows the coupon clones
The stowaway's in the captians clothes
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams

Top Beck, Readymade

An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is callin' to me
I can pull myself back up, back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are runnin' thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade
My bags are waiting in the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are waiting in the next life
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up, back down
Stuck together like a readymade

Top Beck, Ramona

Here we go, 1 2 3 4
There's nothing left to hide
You can see it in my eyes
Oh I've tried to be who I thought you wanted
And if it's all a lie
The truth's not far behind
We could try to live right for the moment
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
If only I had known
It's less than what I felt
Why should I have nothing to fear from?
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona

Top Beck, Puttin' It Down

Big pain
Burnin' down
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't wanna be funny
Fat chance
Glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
'cause you're treatin' me like a rerun
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't wanna be funny
No no no no
So what
I lost my job at the hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers
And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny

Top Beck, Protein Summer

Smashed stars
And old fruit jars
The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
Under the cover
The protein summer
Givin' a number
In a weighed out sun
Got an infection
Ready for inspection
The guts that glow
Armor and shield
Blaze through the fields
Mighty directions
With the devils peel
Sanitized
Rippin' the surf
Right down to the foul earth
They bathe to the cabins
Lightin' their way
Through the curious pathoms
Suckin' your breath
Down your legs
Wishin' for a worlds
With fresh cigarettes
But now they bathe
A tiresome grave
? ? ? frequency

Top Beck, Profanity Prayers

In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
These profanity prayers
Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing
Cos you can't just live on air and float to the ceiling
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer

Top Beck, Pressure Zone

The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with butcher girls
She don't ever change her clothes
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase
Cherry gardens feel like ice
Hazard lights from her past
Underneath the broken bridge
Hookers hug illegal dads
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase

Top Beck, People Gettin' Busy

Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge
Empty and cold, burnin' a light bulb
Outside (? ? ? )
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah
The man gave me a ticket
When I tried to kick it
Breathin' on my biscuit
Kissin' my finger
Car alarm is goin'
Saxophone is blowin'
Baby I been throwin' (? )
At the dancin' children
Everything's so phony
If you wanna phone me
You can be my homey
Give me some sympathy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People getttin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy

Top Beck, Peaches & Cream

Don't tell your right hand, baby
What your left hand do
You know those road check girls
Will make your brown breath blue
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a dangerous dream
Peaches and cream, peaches and cream
You look good in that sweater
And that aluminum crutch
I'm gonna let you down easy
I've got a delicate touch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream, ooh ahh
Peaches and cream, peaches and cream
You're a torn out page
From a best selling book
Your home girl's on the line
But your daddy's off the hook
Where do we go now?
Give those pious soldiers
Another lollipop
'Cause we're on the good ship
Maintenant j'ai toi
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
You're such a delicate thing
Ooh, ooh, ah, peaches and cream
You're the only dream I'm gonna need tonight
Peaches and cream
You're the only dream I'm gonna need tonight
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
You're such a delicate thing
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream

Top Beck, Orphans

Think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this diamond that don't know how to shine
In the sun where these dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a Rubicon
With matchsticks for my bones
If we could learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We could learn to leave these burdens to burn
Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shattered themselves
Fighting a fire with your bare hands
Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I new again
What rusts every time it rains?
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake
If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed

Top Beck, One of These Days

One of these days
I hope it's soon
I'll see you smiling
The way you do
Walkin' on splinters
Somewhere unknown
It's getting better
That much I know
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by
Cardboard faces
With nowhere to look
One in a million
That's how long it took
Up on the bridge
Nowhere to go
Empty and cold
Burnin' a light bulb
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days

Top Beck, O Maria

There is no one, nothin' to see
The night is useless and so are we
'Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams
And I've been lookin' 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 lookin' for a new friend
And I don't care if he's decrepit and gray
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 lookin' for my shadow
But this place is so bright and so clean
There was no one, nothin' to see
The night is useless and so are we
'Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams
And I've been lookin' for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few, ooh
La la la la la la

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, 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,

Top Beck, Motorcade

These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
The sky creatures dance
In a parking lot wind
That blows from a tundra
Where the jungle begins
If there's hope in a roadblock
Guns in a church
The lord will take his motorcade
And drive us into the dirt
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
There's a skyscraper on the moon
And a man standing on a window
Forty-second floor
There's a light beaming through the galaxy
Telling me everything's gonna be OK
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top

Top Beck, Mixed Bizness

I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the B boys scream
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Word up to the man thing
She's always cold lamping
Visine at the canteen
I just wanna watch you dance
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea?
I'll be your mistress C.O.D
I'll comb your hair re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honeybee
(She can really do me)
(She can really do me)
(She can look right through me)
(And make all the big boys scream)
All right
(Do you wanna [Incomprehensible]?)
All right
(There's a [Incomprehensible] in the ladies room)
All right
(All the peoples that make it)
All right
(And the [Incomprehensible])
I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea?
I'll be your mistress C.O.D
I'll comb your hair re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honeybee
(She can really do me)
(She can really do me)
(She can look right through me)
(And make all the big boys scream)
(All right)
(All right)
(All right)

Top Beck, Missing

I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter
She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always

Top Beck, Michelangelo Antonioni

A sight of perfect silence
An empty corner
A page without a word
A letter being written on a torso
Of marble and thin vapor
Oh love love
Is this the open window
A sight of perfect silence
An empty corner
A page without a word
A letter being written on a torso
Of marble and thin vapor
Oh love love

Top Beck, Jackass

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you throught that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll 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 shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay

Top Beck, Mexico

Come gather round me people, here's a story you never heard
'bout me and my friends and some things that occured
We thought we'd get some money, we thought that we might go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
I was workin at mcdonalds, doin' the latenight run
When a car pulled up the drive thru and pointed out a gun
Said give us all your money and three big macs to go
I stuffed them all in a bag and I ducked down below
Well the boss got angry when he found out I didn't call the police
I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
Concernin' some jaywalkin tickets I couldn't afford to pay
Needless to say I got the axe that same day
Well me bein' outta work just then I didn't wanna go home
My mom said if I lost this job I'd have to go out on my own
So I went over to dave's house and got really stoned
Called up some girls but none o' them were home
Steve came over and he brought some alcohol
We're all gettin really depressed just starin' at the wall
Thought we'd get some money, we thought that we might go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
Steve's dad had a huntin' rifle and we went and picked it up
And we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck
We raised up that huntin' rifle but the counter guy just laughed
As he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass
We were runnin so fast 'til we came to the mcdonalds where I used to work
We walked up to the drive thru and gave my boss a jerk
Said give us all your money and three big macs to go
And suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico
Down south we all got really wasted, dave got a case of the runs
We're all really hungover and gettin low on funds
Dave and steve called their parents and took the bus back home

Top Beck, Looser

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?
(Double barrel buckshot)
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
(Soy)
[Incomprehensible]
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?

Top Beck, Leave Me On The Moon

When the fat man shaving
In the Pullman washroom
Grunts, "What's this?"
Leave me on the moon
I must be coming back too soon
Pieces of pieces laying upon
Somebody's walking on my hands
Leave me on the moon
Everybody knows it's true
Everything is good as long it's stays still
Coins jingle in my brain
You've been watching me through your jewelry
Sending rings around my hands
Now that I'm near you, I slowly disappear you
Your fingernails are much too long
Leave me on the moon
You can stay there too
Seems like everybody's just floating away

Top Beck, I'm So Glad

I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I'm tired of moanin'
Tired of weepin'
Tired of moanin' for you
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I'm so tired
I am tired
I am tired
I am tired
Tired of weepin'
Tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin' for you
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I'm tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin'

Top Beck, 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 blueprints
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
To 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
A house of disrepute, the dust of opiates
And syphilis patients on brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
The 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
To ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
La la la
La la la
La la la

Top Beck, It's All Gonna Come To Be

(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind
Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)
When all is said and done
Wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
And take them down
Down to the town
In a monte carlo
With stevie nicks
The interior, white leather
And you're the last thing on my list
But you're the first thing I'm gonna remember
When I wake up
It's all gonna come to be
The same bad video for twenty years
It's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
It's easier when you're self-made
You can pack it up and put it on the highway
You can fill up the air with bad breath
'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
And filtered back into the system
And packaged up
And the space age is running out of distance
It can leap out
And disconnect all the connections
Program the appliances to puke on the floor
It's all gonna come to be
Self-indulgent
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
The same old noise you never wanted to see
Mexican speed-metals, things
Casserole fruit salad hairgel
Self-inflicted life-affirming hell
Is that slack?
Is that crack?
Are those dogs or are those dogmas?
Are those clogs or platform shoes
On your feet
Take your johnny cashmachine
And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
Like a plane crash
Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
And the love that is breathin'
Is the love that is spraypainting
Vandalizing everything you own
'cause it's all gonna come to be
The same bad scene for 20 years
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
Predictions of debilitating health
Whining all night long
Whining and dining
Climbing into the rafters
Shredding your afro
Taking karate lessons

Top Beck, In A Cold Ass Fashion

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...
Squeegee
Ah, you got it
When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown
Let's be doin' it right
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie
Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ
I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is day-glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial
O.g. -- original glue-sniffer
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [? ]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[? ? ? ] donut [? ]
Uh, wait...
Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]
[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
Above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (? )
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] up your ass
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] hot dog
It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties

Top Beck, I Just Started Hating Some People Today

I just started to see the light of day
Some people say one thing but act the other way
Sooner or later they give themselves away
And I just started to see the light of day
I just started hating some people today
Talking trash behind your back all day
Saying things that a garbage man would not say
And I just started hating some people today.
I just started wanting to kill someone
And I don't need a nunchuck or a gun
Cause one look at my eye and you will run
And I just wanted, wanted to kill someone.
[Break]
I just started wanting to see you dead,
At least one half of the double life you lead.
And I may be joking, you'll be choking instead
And I just started wanting to see you dead.
And I just started wanting to punch your face,
You might wanna wear a helmet just in case
What was once your face is gonna be replaced,
And I just started wanting to punch your face.
[Break]
I just started hating some people today
Rick and Thor and Randy better run away (Randy)
Some others I don't even think I have to name
Cause I just started seeing the light of day.
Hey, hey
I hate you Randy
I just want today!
I just want today!
I hate you Randy
Oh yeah I'm gonna kill you
Oh yeah I'm gonna kill you Randy
Skiddly diddly wow
I'm gonna watch you die

Top Beck, Hotwax

It takes A backwash man to sing a backwash song
like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
In my radio smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Catain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much too fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still for mack
Shocked my finger spicing my hand
I've been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hitman
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 quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western unions and 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 razorblade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using lost souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly worms
Hijack flavors that are flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
girl:\"who are you?\"
man:\"I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm.\"
girl:\"why did you come here?\"
man:\"I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...\"
Chorus translation:\" I'm a broken record; I've got bubblegum in my

Top Beck, Horrible Fanfare / Landslide / Exoskeleton

They know it's ??
This ?? blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
Where the birds of prey are weapons on fire
She's ridin' a landslide down to me
Gettin' the desert under me
Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
Singing the only air we breathe
?? promise in the plate glass summer
Don't call it death ?? plan
She's ridin' a landslide down to me
Sing the shackles off of me
Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
?? the blood that I have ??
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to sing her song again
Comin' to watch it all
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to see herself again

Top Beck, High 5

High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [rappers]: \" 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 Want 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 candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers
and chairs no fronteirs 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 the last
century [Mike D]: \"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! [Mike D]: \"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!

Top Beck, Dead Man With No Heart

Dead man with no eyes
Won't you look at me tonight
Tell me will I look good
With my pants on so tight
Watch me die, watch me die
Dead man with no heart
Won't you love me still
Put me in your helicopter
And gimme some weight-loss pills
Watch me die, teach me how to cry
Dead man with no stomach
Won't you eat up all my food
Spit it in my face
''cause it don't taste so good
Watch me die, let me ride
Dead man with no feet
Won't you run to the liquor store
We're running out of caskets
Won't you run and get some more
Watch me die
Dead man, I ain't got no credit
Won't you put me in a cash machine
Swim around with the dollar bills
Look out, I'm turning green

Top Beck, Hell Yes

Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin out of the bombholes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on
I'm workin my legs hell yes
I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on I'm workin my legs
Hell yes I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor

Top Beck, Heaven Hammer

I prayed Heaven today
Bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down the dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
She rides in a car, like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine
To a heart that was broke, tried to feel but got choked
In the smoke of a desert, a beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue, feed the aching in you
And the background birds, take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night current turns
On a lifeboat floating, down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin' along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing

Top Beck, Hard To Compete

You said go
You said stay
Got so confused
I tried to do both
So I broke out in a sweat
Cashed my check
And I spent it to death
And it's hard to compete
And it's hard to eat
When you're beating your teeth on the ground
And it's rude
Did you ever even think about the impression
That you gave to the pigs
To the kids
With the hazardous waste in their wine
And their eyes
And their gasoline hormones
Accessories accessorising
You said go
You said stay
You said try a combination
But I din't even know where to start
I was lost
I was beige
I was over and under my age
Like a video
Like a chick
Like a dead man moving too quick
In my way
Had no plan
Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band
From san diego
A freak show
It's purposely out of control
Soakin' it like a sponge
She's tidying up the grunge
The expectations were pulsing so pure
Over-rated bleakness
So hard, so easy to endure
'cause it's plain and it's real
Back to the future
Make a new deal
With the distortion soundin' fake
And the rest of the best was a big mistake
So let's cruise
Let's freak
'cause it's payday everyday of the week
(go, baby, go, baby, go)

Top Beck, Got No Mind

Tonight the city is full of....radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
And the roof is falling down on my brain
That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
Got no mind
Somebody burned down the picnic
And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
And the cliches are gettin eaten up
By the termites with the malt liquor
And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song
That's why
I play all night
I got no mind
Feel so fine
And the big radio sound is pumping up and down
Jumpin thru the hoops
Making every motion seem like forever
There's air conditioning and brand new nails
And phone calls from people in chicago
...why
Pay no mind
Got no mind
Stay outside
So turn up the levels
And talk to your devils
And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
It's all the situations and all the celebrations
And all the contaminations that make you
Breed off the carpet
That's why
I pay no mind
(cough) got no mind
Might need a cough drop
Well there's verses and sounds
Falling like pounds and pounds of
Sand weights from the heavens
And she dangles like a bottle
Talkin thru the steering wheels
And broken pantyhose
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
Put out cds
The amplifiers are amplifying
The things that you never knew
Could ever be the same as you
There's wires and plugs
And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Got no mind
Your swivel chairs and sunglasses
And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy
Turn up the volume and the treble
And call them all the nasty things that you can
Stick into your paper
With your pen
Shove your pen up into the air
Write everything and
Like you just don't care
But it feels good
When you pull off the scenery
And there's puppets and dollar bills
And there's weight-loss pills
And there's cherries and there's potato chips
And the time is runnin low
And there's nowhere else to go
So let's go down
666 up into
I'm raising all my lows

Top Beck, Ghettochip Malfunction

Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of Papier-mache
Clinched wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Hi, yeah, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, let me see
Yea, that's it, hi
Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Yes, yes, hi, hi
I like your bass, I like your bass
Your beat is nice, your beat is nice
Yeah, that's it, yeah, that's it, yes, yes
Yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Top Beck, Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past five
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply
And there's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what
We spent many years always tryin' to get high
Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids
Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke
Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'
And there's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what
We got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo
I said, "Let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go"
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
Or what the fuck is going on
{And I really don't think that I know what to do
There's a man in my shoe, yeah}
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck or what
There's a fume in this truck

Top Beck, 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
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

Top Beck, Flavor (remix)

Flavor
Got the Flavor
Got the Flavor
Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass
White lightning and an ol' fruit cup
(?)(?)box rock where you are
Dig my grave with a silver spade
juiced up, from africa to spain
ghetto blastin to the drivin' lane
insane in the mundane
pass the bucket, drink your wheels,
spinnin it back
black shit
cause i got the flavor
yeah i got the flavor
cause i got the flavor
yeah i got the flavor
Gah what the fuck? got the flavor.. OH!
damn!
Out in the moonlight takin' requests,
rippin' the blues out of your vests
stripmine the built to flood
stricnine with head down with a thud
cause i got the blues and i can't be satisfied..
yeah i got the blues, we're gonna catch that train and ride
Flavor..
Flavor..
Flavor..
Got the taste..
Got the taste...
Yeah got the taste..
got the taste
got a bucket?
Oh got the flavor in my gut
oh yeah shake your guts
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
GOT THE TASTE, FLAVOR!

Top Beck, Fax Machine Anthem

Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Clinched wasted hate taste-tested
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code red cola? War conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and white out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
(Hi, yeah, that's it)
Let me see, yeah, that's it
Let me see, yeah, that's it
(Hi)
Let me see, yeah, that's it
Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it
Yes, hi
(I like your bass)
Your beat is nice, yeah, that's it
(Yes, yes)

Top Beck, Farewell Ride

Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need
Cards some need luck
Some need dollar bills lining their clothes
All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking
Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
I don't see the face of
Kindness I don't hear the
Mission bells I don't smell
The morning roses all I see
Is all I see is
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some may say this might be

Top Beck, Evolution

Long long long time ago
Katsute nihon no ashi de massugu to daichi ni STAND UP
Amatta nihon no te de
Create that community changed to society
Shikou to koudou wo kurikaeshi
Rishou to soudou wo furikaeri
Come To gendai kako mireba mirai
YA-CHARU de nandemo "poku" de kiru jidai
Hajimemashite SOKURATESU
Ima wo ikiteru bokura desu
Anata no me ni wa dou utsurimasuka?
Wide view mo tsu tetsugaku Master
Original mesen de sing a song
DA-UIN to wa betsu no shinkaron
Muchi wo shiru de mieru genjitsu
The world is big na jikkenshitsu Come On!
HEY! EVOLUTION!
HEY! I wanna get so high stimulation!
HEY! EVOLUTION!
HEY!
Almost over nante iu ni wa mada hayai
Kyosei wo hariai okosu machigai
TOP ni tachitai nante kachitai
Yatsura no tawagoto mattaru kachinai
How about that? It's not easy
Jishin motsu koto de Identity
Make fix suru tame no Vitality
Moteba soko kara wa It's so easy
Ii kono furi de sugosu everyday
Look the mirror you ain't fly
Keep it real hibi onore migaku
Believe in yourself let's do it you can fly
HEY! EVOLUTION!
HEY! I wanna get so high stimulation!
HEY! EVOLUTION!

Top 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 never ending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty, dirty
Make it never ending
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 never ending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty, dirty
Make it never ending
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 never ending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty, dirty
Make it never ending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
What's on your mind?

Top Beck, Erase The Sun

Offices and fountains they named for you
Stacks and zealots wither in shit-filled rooms
Hari-karis barely a tear for you
Hairy fairies spinning the golden looms
Wake up the ghosts and lepers
Aching in their slavery smoke
Delinquent hygienes atrocious
We'll shoot out the great white crescent
We'll shoot out the great white crescent
Fisticuffs and zithers of Zanzibar
Body pills and shiver and caviar
Dazzlements and accidents body's chart
Choice cut meats of derelict boulevards
Wake up the ghosts and lepers
Aching up their slavery smoke
Delinquent hygienes atrocious
We'll shoot out the great white crescent
We'll shoot out the great white crescent
Wake up the ghosts and lepers
Aching in their slavery smoke
Delinquent hygienes atrocious
We'll shoot out the great white crescent

Top Beck, Emergency Exit

14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till 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
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till

Top Beck, Elevator Music

1, 2, you know what to do
Alright
I'm uptight super
Gathered out of the frame
I shake a leg on the ground
Like an epileptic battery man
I'm making my move
Lettin' loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But I'm wearing it well
Tell me what's wrong
With a little grind n' bump?
When the stereos erupt
With a kick drum punch?
Let's do it once
Probably do it again and again
Like you did it before
But you're more erratic than then
And you had a rough night
And the night's just begun
Let a little bit of this
Pass with this gun
Don't let it hold you back
But you're already set
No dead flowers gonna grow
'Til the dirt gets wet
Put the elevator music on
Pull me back where I belong
The ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
Find another lie to tell
If I had a soul to sell
I'd buy some time
To talk to my brain cell
Gutbucket and a bottle of paint
It's like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
Til the bottom wears off
Of these high-heeled boots
The bodies all move
Some backbone roots
Everybody workin' hard
'Til the yard is all clean
The dishes wash good
In the washin' machine
Now you brush your teeth
And you comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle
Like you just didn't care
You're walkin' to work
With the boys and the girls
And you're doin' it there
It's the end of the world
Now everybody's sweatin'
Forgettin' what's on their mind
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what's inside
When you're down and out
Conquer it, there's nothing that's real
It's like a platinum card
Too amputated to feel
I got a silicon bible song
Paranoid Jumbotron
?? with the weekend off
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong
If I could forget myself
I'd find another lie to tell
The bottom of an oil well
Cell phone's ringing
I could talk to my brain cell
All the dudes with banjos
Chicks with wicks
Animals with bananas
Got my hand like a mirror

Top Beck, E-Pro

See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na (x4)
See me kickin the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na (x4)
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

Top Beck, Diamond Dogs

Verse 1:
As they pulled you out
Of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump
And your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
Todd Browning streak he was
Crawling down the alley on
Your hands and your knees,
I'm sure you're not protected
For it's plain to see
Diamond Dogs are poachers
And they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
Mannequins with kill appeal
Chorus:
Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Verse 2:
In the year of the scavenger
Season of the b****
Sashay on the board-walk
Scurry to the ditch
Just another future song
Lonely little Keats
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up for tomorrow
The Halloween Jack
Is a real cool cat,
And he lives on top
Of Manhattan Chase
The elevators broke
So he slides down a rope
Onto the street below
Oh Tarzie, go man, go
Chorus
Young girls, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Who-who-who
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Who-who-who
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Dogs
Who-who-who
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Dogs
Who-who-who
Call them the Diamond Dogs

Top Beck, Debra

Oh yeah, come on
I met you at J C Penny
I think your name tag, it said 'Jenny'
I could've step to you with a fresh pack of gum
If somehow I knew you were looking for some, oh no
Like a fruit that's ripe for the pickin'
I wouldn't do you like that Zankou chicken
'Cause only you got a thing that I just got to get with
I just got to get, get with you and you know what we're gonna do
I wanna get with you, oh girl
And your sister
I think her name is Debra
I wanna get with you
Only you girl and your sister
I think her name is Debra
Girl, I only wanna be there with you
'Cause you got something that I just got to get with
I'll pick you up late at night after work
I said "Lady, step inside my Hyundai"
I'm gonna take up to Glendale
Yeah, I'm gonna take you for a feel good meal"
'Cause when our eyes did meet
Girl, you know I was packin' heat
Ain't no use in wasting no time
Getting to know each other
You know the deal
'Cause only you got a thing
That I just got to get with, got to get with
I just got to get with you, girl, with you oh, oh
I wanna get with you
Only you girl and your sister
I think her name is Debra
I wanna get with you, girl, yeah
And your sister
I think her name is Debra
Come on, ooh, lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
Ooh, lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
Ooh, lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
Ooh, lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
Crazy
And you sister, Debra
Yeah, you're drivin' me crazy
Crazy oh, crazy, ooh yeah
Yeah, I got a little bit of sympathy for you, girl
Yeah, 'cause I'm a, I'm a full grown man

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Curses

Curses I send
On these countless men
Curses on their trespasses
Will they never end?
Curses on their blades
On the spare and open lanes
Once I've been searching
Recipe acclaim (? ? )
Curses on their children
Runnin all around
Makin such a business
While I'm rusting in the ground
I might rise up to meet them
When they leave this life
Might rise up to eat them
When they leave this life
Curses on this valley
And the lands on up ahead
I was on my way to meet them
When they found me dead
And I clapped my brittle hands
And I made them join my game
Now I hope they all decease
And marry a man in shame
Curse every word
That's planted on their lips
Curse the sleek machine
And their iron colored ships
Curse every wave that
Pounds a wicked shore
Curse every salesman
Knocking on their door
And I am not a creature
And I am not a dog
I have no claim to be there
In the evening fog
And I am not a bone
Staring through the air
Have no say in anything
My tongue is barely there
Curses on curses
I see no other way
Some of them are weeping
And some of them gay
Some of them have worn
So deep they feel no pain
Curses on their fingers

Top Beck, Chain Reaction

Comin' through the barricades, cuttin' the lines
The red lights goin' ?round like insanity sirens
The end of the galaxy, the middle of the road
Where the blackout moons cut the weather of [unverified]
Black engines grind down, teeth are raw
The rubber juggernaut rots in a shattering jaw
Helter skelter bulldozers runnin' over the block
Where a pawn shop clock is ticking out like a bomb
It's a chain reaction
Like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms
Shoot every paranoid phantom that's done me harm
Like a desolate specter in 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 arts sell sail for Antarctica oceans

Top Beck, Bogusflow (version 2)

Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face
And paste it up into the sky
''Cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful
Like a dishrag laying in the street
Uptight beyond belief
Cut a hole in the floor to see
How close to hell we're standing
Got the travelling vitamin c blues
Police lady staring at my shoes
Holy ghost, moldy toast
Riding lampost
Excitement level zero
Rock the casbah, bring the noise
Pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core
Adults with cordless personalities
Running around in new wave bionic jogging suits
(Spoken gimme some of that noise)
California white boy sound
Rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
New age, old age-- completely totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards

Top Beck, Bogusflow

Top Beck, Cellphone's Dead

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can't feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boombox talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
Like it's unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did it
Treadmill's running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they're going somewhere
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked!
Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I'll knock you out
One by one
This jam is real... that's right
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Top Beck, Brother

Brother, are you really here?
The package I received is gone
Are you a phantom detective?
Can you read my soul backwards?
I would glide with you
If you are a backwards ghost
I will hire you
Brother, are you really home?
Holy as a blessed worm
A paradise ambassador
Bring me to your room
And I will throw you rocks today
And watch them pass right through, you say
And this is not a game or test
We both have done some grieving
Brother, with your vast reward
A treasury you can't afford
Surgeries and innocence abounds
And I have read in paper books
My eyes are glands on twisted hooks
Never have I felt or looked
So sorry for you now
Brother, are you trained to spy?
One eye open, one eye dry
When I die, will you be my neighbor?
Tell me things I like to know
Dressing up from head to toe
Let them know to and fro
From here and tomorrow
Brother, are you really here?
The message I received is gone
Are you a phantom detective?
Can you read my soul backwards?
I would glide with you
If you are a backwards ghost

Top Beck, Brainstorm (big Muff)

You open up the door with negative aura
You say the future is murky indeed..
I'm sick of hearing your gripe
Open up the door with negative aura
If you never change
I think There is no way my life fizzle out
You open up the door with negative aura
(i'm fed up fed up fed up)
You say the future is murky indeed..
I'm sick of hearing your gripe
Open up the door with negative aura
There is no way my life fizzle out
If you are at a loss as to what to do.
Raise you stiff middle finger.
It will know which way the wind blows.
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling from joy to grief
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling joy to grief
Go against headwind or ride on the talewind.
Game is in your hands.
How do you play?
Follow your brainstorm!!!
How long will you go on lying?
Get wise tie yourself down
How long will you go on lying?
Breakdown a stick tight empty smile mask!!
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling from joy to grief
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling from joy to grief
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling from joy to grief
Don't chain your affection
Awaken primal feeling
Don't benumb emotion
Sing out primal scream
Let loose every feeling from joy to grief
Go against headwind or ride on the talewind.
Game is in your hands.
How do you play?

Top Beck, Bonfire Blondes

I'm so weary of taking up space
Sending junk mail to the whole human race
Stole my genome from the salt of the earth
Weighed my brain for to see what it's worth
Lights out, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
Beauty's burning but my backbone feels so cold
Little girl with the protean hands
White lightning that she got from Japan
Fingernails on the tasergun
Mannequins just melt in the sun
Say hello, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
Plastic melts, but souls only wear away
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
Now the bonfire's burning my face
Generic rails that I like to deface
Landladies turn to pillars of salt
Like missile silos where the alpha males go
Bombs away, they're throwing blondes at the bonfire
From the ashes, all that's left is a heart of stone
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Top Beck, Blackfire Choked Our Death

Lightning burned the field
Black fire choked our breath
(? ? ? ) 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 sky
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
Tellin me what's real
Black sabbath playin'
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Beautiful Way

Searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who's gonna love my baby
When she's gone around the bend?
Egyptian bells are ringing
When it's her birthday
Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you
There's a hurricane blowing your way
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break my heart
There's someone calling your name
It's driving you insane
You were wearing that stained raincoat
And your umbrella was a tangled mess
You were washed up on the glittering shoals
Looking for another crime to confess
You bribed yourself out of a place in the sun
But you had some change to spare
So you said you wanna spend it on me
And shook the blues out of your hair
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break my heart
There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that chain
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break my heart
There's someone calling your name

Top Beck, Asskizz Powergrudge

Smokin on a d
Makin' the...
Burn all the fuel
Die like a mule
Find yourself in a pickup truck
Loading up a nine
Wasting any slime who tries to step
Word to the mother
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback
It's a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
Just a assssss......
Floating through the ghetto like guillotine
Waiting to come down, down on the scene
The second guessing sleaze
Damned to feed the flatulating brotherhood
Puffing on a blunt
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck
The haunches of the pigs
The uniformed legions will conspire
Slacking off is nil
The point is now to kill
Grind the whining bastards in their tracks
New jack
Go, baby
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just ahh...
It's just a asskizz payback
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck
It's just a grudge, it's just a little grudge
[repeated]
It's just a payback [repeated, etc. + various mutterings]

Top Beck, Arabian Nights

Bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in Porches
98-karat stick shift, Chinatown late-night meals
Alfonso giving me a backrub, 2 pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation
Triple album project, detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and barrettes, part-time hostages in pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museum
Norwegian hockey players passed out in government limos
Prime ministers with cryogenic faces
Louis Vuitton suitcases
Autographs and paid vacations
Divorce papers and synthetic lubrications
Playin' you like top-40 stations, ah you know the deal
Arabian nights
White satellites
Voodoo is tight
Like a sleek diamond ice
Airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth Mississippis
Time-lapse footage of duct-taped lies
Animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves
Cosmetic procedures on the cartilage of apocalypse
Mannequin tycoons with airport piano bar mystiques
Remodeling conjugal amaracus, flexing like suburban Spartacus
Getting smacked up by unemployed hand models
Running out into the middle of traffic with Beaujolais bottles
Arabian nights
White satellites
Voodoo is tight

Top Beck, .000.000

....twilight...????
I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field ???
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my ???? spokes
My ????
But she'll never never know
My ?? has a ???
I come from lots of????
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (?)
My operation blows
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My ?????
??????.....
(AAARRGGHH!!! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be
right, but at least I tried!
I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Thunder Peel

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine[? ]
Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel

Top Beck, Threshold

I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The creme de la creme, the feminine abyss
And I'm reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind
My body's stupid, stereo putrid
Spilling out music into raw sewage
I'm reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind
My threshold
My threshold
Reaching my threshold
I'm hearing voices, animal noises
The creme de la creme, the feminine abyss
And I'm reaching my threshold
Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind
My threshold
I'll explode
Reaching my threshold
(My threshold)
My threshold
(My threshold)
My threshold
(Reaching my threshold)

Top Beck, Big Stompin Mama

(now brothers and sisters,...(? ) in vietnam...
And I want you all to be singing while i'm
Pickin up these herbs here...)
Big stompin mama with a can of ?
Thick gold chain wrapped around your neck
Bottle of pain plate in the wedge
? ? ? ? ? ?
Big stompin mama with a big check comin
Discount finger with a ring all around it
Stump-back dog cake eatin up blood (? )
Steamboat blowin up the gale all the mud
Gettin what ya need off a broke-face weasel
And the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach
She's a lover she's a money-squeezin

Top Beck, Day For Night

I put my voice away
I shoot the lights out now
Seize the moment
When it's day for night to disappear
Lonesome stragglers
Walks a dirty mile
No longer sees
Miles on our faces
I put my voice away
I train my eyes on love
Through the darkened lines
Left to pull up traps on my face
And with hearts to laugh
Messing up our heads
Only souls survive

Top Beck, Boney Fingers Out The Slimey Coffin

? ? ? ?
? ? ? ?
Throw your inspiration in your station wagon

Top Beck, Schmoozer

You been a talkin' now
You been a rockin' now
You been a guessin' now
You been undressin' now
You goin' up and down
You got a super sound
You got a lotta cow
Stuck a shiny steak on me now
You been a duckin' down
You been a fuckin round
You been a ridin' now
You been decidin' now
You just a sucker clown
I'm just a fucker now
I got no money now
Say that ain't funny now!
Aww Yeah-eah-eah
Oh yeah, country now
You been a trippin' now
You been a dickin' now
You wanna ditch me now
Crack in the kitchen now
All of the people now
Crawlin' and creepin' now
If I could show you how
I think you're bogus now!
Now now Hey!
Hey Hey Hey
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!

Top Beck, Sa-5

Tell me where you want me to go
if I'm gone then I'll get there soon
tell me what you want me to be
if I've been there split in two
tell me what you want me to say
then I'll put my tongue away
tell me what you want me to see
with my eyes so grizzly gray
you're insane
got no name
the lion's tame
it's all the same
got no brain
the lion's tame
tell me where you want me to go
if I'm gone then I'll get there soon
tell me what you want me to be
if I've been there split in two
you're insane
got no name
the lion's tame
it's all the same
got no brain

Top Beck, Chemtrails

I can't believe what we've seen outside
You and me watching the jets go by
Down by the sea
So many people
They've already drowned
You and me watching a sea full of people
Try not to drown
So many people
So many people
Where do they go?
You and me watching a sky full of chemtrails
That's where we belong
All I can take from these scars is hope
But all I can see in this night are boats sinking
Down by the sea swallowed by evil
We've already drowned
You and me watching a sea full of people
They've already drowned
So many people
So many people
Where do they go?
You and me watching a sky full of chemtrails
Watching the jet planes go by
You and me watching
You and me watching
The chemtrails is where we belong
That's where we'll be when we die in the slipstream

Top Beck, Pink Noise

The tortures! the torment! pink noise! delicious!
The danger! the victims! demeanin'!religion!
She writhes! she rolls! olympic control!

Top Beck, This Is My Crew

Ah, you know it's on. It's on.
Let the funky music
Gouge your eyes out
Do you want to jam?
Take me home now
I can feel the bass
Your brother's a waitress
Your whole crew is whack
Weather's gettin' cold down at the bistro
Yeah, this is a motherfuckin' jam
This is my crew
Take ten steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black
This is my crew
Take ten steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black
Saw you at the jam
Throw me a lifevest
This is how we jam
I'm on the payroll
The doctor's on the phone
Put on a gas mask
Shivers up my spine
Down at the bistro
This is my crew
Take ten steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black
This is my crew
Take ten steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black
Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Jam! It's on, motherfucker! Jam!

Top Beck, One Foot In The Grave

There's a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long as the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
Well, I was sittin' at home, cookin' up a steak
Satan came down, dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave
Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone
Woo!

Top Beck, The World May Loose It's Motion

The storms are on the ocean
On and on they go
Searching through the waters
Where you might be low
And I am so downhearted
Never to be well
And I am disappointed
The words will never tell
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it's motion
If I am false to you
The last time that I saw you
You shook my hand goodbye
You said it wasn't forever
That would be a lie
But that was such an old friend
He holds you in his hands
And I am so long waiting
To meet you in that land
The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it's motion

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Special People

Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
Special people burnin' white
Special people gettin' all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people run up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slash their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbin' higher
Special people create belief
Special people steal some beef
Special people don't need your plans
Special people got recycling cans
Special people got songs to sing
Special people are happening
Special people stompin' fast
Special people haulin' ass
Special people are so sincere
Special people got special beer
Special people flick the grease
Special people come in peace
Special people will scrimp and save
Special people will never bathe
Special people in hot pursuit
Special people got the boot
Special people sleep in moss
Special people got the sauce
Special people open wide

Top Beck, Mystery Song - 1

Baby i can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and i can't wait
You're the one who's got no tongue
Look and see which way it's run
Man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
Obituaries i seen right through
Brochures of the times we knew
Taxes on the days we spent
Repossessed and named and chained
Man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
Accusations, suspects named
Battered husbands, cousins blamed
Holdin up your trophy bones
Sticks and stones and lesser knowns
Man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
And all your hopes can be derailed
Low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
No dreams in the night you lie
All the stars stripped from the sky
Man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

Top Beck, The Vagabond

(with air)
Golden waves in all directions, I could lose my soul right here
Colour lights on the runway makes a stranger feel unchained
I'm running after time & I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come, happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going
I do the best I can not to worry about things
I feel loose, I feel haggard, don't know what I'm looking for
Something true, something lovely that will make me feel alive
I'm running after time and i miss the sunshine
Summer days will come, happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going
I do the best i can not to worry about things
Like a vagabond in the distance looking for a song to sing
A song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives
I'm lost in my words, I don't know where I'm going
I do the best i can not to worry about things
I'm running after time and I miss the sunshine
Summer days will come, happiness will be mine
I'm lost in my words,I don't know where I'm going
I do the best i can not to worry about things
I'm running after time and i miss the sunshine
Summer days will come, happiness will be mine

Top Beck, Ziplock Bag

Go back home
Bury my load
Yellow cat
Laying' flat on the road
It's been so long
Since I've been gone

Top Beck, No Money, No Honey

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money

Top Beck, Waitin' For A Train

[the following intro is spoken over someone speaking in french
And english, perhaps giving a french lesson]:
I'm an alien from another sphere. the thing I like about the
Earth is the range of colours -- fantastic to mundane; brilliant
To dull. as I was penetrating the ozone, I c.. perchanced to
Notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the
S.. the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me
In my spaceship.
All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' in the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, if you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk
I haven't got a nickel,
Not a penny for to show
Get off, get off, you railroad bum
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in texas
A state I dearly love
The moon 'n' stars above me... and what else?

Top Beck, Soul Sucked Dry

My soul's suckin' dry
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me, bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me, bitterness crowds me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul's suckin' dry
Famine in my hands, my soul's suckin dry

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Whiskey Can Can

Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She's the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away
She's the boat in the sewer
She's the old man with manure
Rockin' all night like a drum
Goin' back where she comes from
Can of whiskey
Big guitars on the wall
Cracker jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere
Can of whiskey
Can of whiskey

Top Beck, Whimsical Actress

At the theater, I did meet her
And the show was whimsical and sublime
I'm in tatters, nothing matters
Til I grasp a big disaster like a mime
She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
You can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
In the first act, there was a jester
With an apple and a mango and some wine
He flung the ice-cube, he was so rude
And he jousted with the flaming huffy dog (? ? ? )
She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
You can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
In the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard
With decorations all around
There was a bandit, we couldn't stand it
He was sniffing the cube like a hound
She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me

Top Beck, Will I Be Ignored By The Lord

When i was born
Lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
And so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lotta racket
Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick
O when that aeroplane comes with the lord
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored by the lord, by the lord
What for?
I may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
Will I be ignored

Top Beck, Volcano

I've been walking on these streets so long
I don't know where they're going to lead anymore
But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don't know if it's my illusions that keep me alive
I don't know what I've seen
Was it all an illusion?
All a mirage gone bad?
I'm tired of evil
And all that it feeds
But I don't know
I've been drifting on this wave so long
I don't know if it's already crashed on the shore
And I've been riding on this train so long
I can't tell if it's you or me who's driving us into the ground
I don't know if I'm sane
But there's a ghost in my heart
Who's trying to see in the dark
I'm tired of people who only want to be pleased
But I still want to please you
And I heard of that Japanese girl
Who jumped into the volcano
Was she trying to make it back?
Back into the womb of the world?
I've been drinking all these tears so long
All I've got left is the taste of salt in my mouth
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I'm going
To that volcano
I don't want to fall in though
Just want to warm my bones

Top Beck, Venom Confection (e-pro Remix By Green Music & Gold)

See me comin' to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles, I'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off if you know where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
See me kickin' the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Top Beck, Timebomb

We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
Na na na na
We got a warning light
We got a warning light
We pull the plug out and we
Na na na na
Timebomb ticking
Timebomb ticking
It's a timebomb ticking
Tick tick tick tick
Timebomb ticking
Timebomb ticking
It's a timebomb ticking
Going
We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
Na na na na
We got a red alert
We got a red alert
We cut the power and we
Na na na na
It's a timebomb ticking
Timebomb ticking
It's a timebomb ticking
Going tick tick tick tick
It's a timebomb ticking
Timebomb ticking
It's a timebomb ticking
Going tick tick tick tick
We're going sideways
Highways
Riding on an elevator
Cold just like an alligator
Now my baby's out of date
Fighting and lightning
And tightening above the buckles
Of an atom bomb's timebomb
Tick tick tick tick
Bah bah ba
We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
We got a timebomb
Na na na na
We got a red alert
We got a red alert
We pull the plug out and we
Na na na na
We got a cigarette
We got a cigarette
We got a cigarette
Na na na na
Timebomb ticking
Timebomb ticking
It's a timebomb ticking
Going

Top Beck, Walls

(feat. Cat Power)
Some days we get a thrill in our brains
Some days it turns into malaise
You see your face in the veneer
Reflected on the surface of fear
Because you know we're better than that
But some days we're worse than you can imagine
And how am I supposed to live with that
With all these train wrecks coming at random
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down
Falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down
Falling down on you
You got warheads stacked in the kitchen
You treat distraction like it's a religion
With a rattlesnake step in your rhythm
We do the best with the souls we've been given
Because you know we're nothing special to them
We're going some place they've already been
Trying to make sense of what they call wisdom
And this riff raff ain't laughing with them
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down
Falling down on you
Hey what are you gonna do
When those walls are falling down

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day

Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day
There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on they heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegee in their hand
Woo, woo, woo...
Woo!
Woohoo!

Top Beck, To See That Woman Of Mine

Put whiskey in the gas tank
Put blood on the wheels
I gotta jar of tobacco
And I'm down with the deal
Well I know that I'm loaded
And I'm outta my mind
I gotta make it to texas
To see that woman of mine
Well my face is all bloodshot
There's a stain on my shirt
If I don't make it to fort worth
Someone's bound to get hurt
Yeah
Well I know I'm loaded
And I'm outta my mind
Gotta make it to texas
To see that woman of mine
Well I blew out the engine
Down in abilene
And I got on the school bus
I started revvin' that thing
Yeah I know that I'm loaded
Yeah I'm outta my mind
I gotta make it to texas

Top Beck, Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat)

Come on motherfucker put your clothes on come on
You lousy puke
Fuck you
Why don?t you call your mommy?
You?re a fucking drunk
Yeah I?m a fucking drunk
Come on motherfucker
But you?re a lousy low life who can?t do nothin? for himself
Acid casualty with a repossessed car
Vietnam vet playin? air guitar
It?s just the shit kickin?, speed takin?
Truck drivin? neighbors downstairs
Whiskey stained, buck toothed backwoods creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep
It?s just the shit kickin? speed takin?
Truck drivin? neighbors downstairs
Belly floppin? naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin? "Jackass" with a wet cigarette
It?s just the shit kickin?, speed takin?
Truck drivin? neighbors downstairs
Oh my goodness
Psychotic breakdown double edged axe
Growin? hair like a shag rug on her greasy back
It?s just the shit kickin?, speed takin?
Truck drivin? neighbors downstairs
Oh my goodness
Come on honey feel the grease
Grease, grease
Come on honey feel the grease
Oh my goodness

Top Beck, Trouble All My Days

A story I wanna pass on to you that I think is
Has meant an awful lot to me
He said, "Ed, you have no control over the past
It's a canceled cheque, you have no control over the future
Because you don't know what's going to happen
Your maximum point of power in your life is now"
None-a that trouble all my days
None-a that trouble all my days
None-a that trouble all my days
None-a that trouble all my days
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Top Beck, Total Soul Future

She got the soul
Yeah, she got's the soul
And she got's the soul
Now, she got some soul
She got a finger snap
With the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake
And she's the kickin' the shit
Ah, yeah
She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got the soul
She rock 'n' roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul

Top Beck, Terremoto Tempo

Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin' through a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push, I pull
The days go slow into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs, falls off their maps
All cured of pain and doubts in your little brain
Something's coming, sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away
I push, I pull
The days go slow into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs, falls off their maps
All cured of pain and doubts in your little brain
I push, I pull
The days go slow into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs, falls off their maps

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Super Golden Black Sunchild

Bless this scepter
The genius too
Shit the eagle
Don't be cruel
My little sunchild
My blinding sun
Stab my power
Reap the reward
Supergolden black sunchild
Slice the mango
The drooling fool
Flare the nostril
Feeling cold
Sweating in the
Meadow of fate
Scratch me gently

Top Beck, Sunday Sun

Haven't got a lot to learn
And my eyes they stray again
Looking for a satellite
In the rays of heaven again
There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are ending
Sunday sun
Jealous minds walk in a line
And their faces jade the strain
Stranded in infinity rooms
And they're safe from any harm
There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are ending
Sunday sun
There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are ending
Sunday sun
There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are ending

Top Beck, The Golden Age

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There's distant lights
But here they're far and few
And the sun don't shine
Even when its day
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you're okay
These days I barely get by

Top 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 bakin'
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
I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord, what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues

Top Beck, Still Missing (royksopp Remix)

I prayed heaven today
would bring it's hammer down on me
and pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I own
down a dirt road to find you
and my shoes worn out and used
they can't take me much furter
something always
takes the place of
missing pieces
you can take and
put together even though
you know there's something missing
the sun burned a hole in my roof
i can't seem to fix it
and i hope the rain doesn't come
and wash me down the gutter
something always
takes the place of
missing pieces
you can take and
put together even though
you know there's something missing
something always missing
always someone missing something
something always missing
always someone missing something
i can't see her hollow eyes
i'm walking along with my boots full of rocks
i can't believe these tears are mine

Top Beck, Steve Threw Up

Steve had a big commotion
Didn't need no suntan lotion
He was doing fine with what he had
And off his melting jaw
All the wonderful things he saw
And the free hair growing on his sandwich
He looked out on the fairground
With the spinning things spinning all around
And he felt the food going down and coming back
And on top of the ferris wheel
He threw up on the heel
Of the beautiful girl who was laughing
There must have been some pizza
And there must have been some fries
And there must have been some tequila
Must have been some wine.
There must have been some falafels
And there must have been some beer
And there must have been some bagels
You could see it so clear.
And there must have been some pickles
And there must have been some sauerkraut
And there must have been some catfish
When he laid his burden down
Pineapples, mangoes, cottage cheese and caramel candy
Garlic, spam and kool-aid
Bananas, fudge, popcorn, catsup and mustard
Oh, he really threw up! he threw up all over the place!
He really threw it! he got really sick
Steve threw up!
Na na na, na na na

Top Beck, Static

It's so easy to laugh at yourself
And 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 with 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 devils house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
Some distortion that's never been known
On the treadmill you've been running forever
Holy mountains, they look so tired

Top Beck, Spiral Staircase

You will see, we don't swear
We will see, we don't...
Go round
We don't care just where we're going
You and I we'll climb so high
You and I, we'll climb so high
Spiral staircase into nothing
Spiral staircase into nothing
You and I, we'll climb so high x3
You and I, we'll climb so high x4
You and I
We don't care just where we're going
You and I, we'll climb so high
You and I, we'll climb so high
We don't care just where we're going
We don't care just where we're going
We don't care
Spiral staircase into nothing

Top Beck, Sucker Without A Brain

Sucker without a brain
Nothin to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve
But he just didn't see ya
Now you're buried 'neath the wheel
Just like a tortilla
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
When we're dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer
Here comes that bus

Top Beck, Side of the Road

Something better than this, someplace I'd like to go
To let all I've learned tell me what I know
About the kind of life I never thought I'd live
Till the ugly truth showed me what it did
Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now
A borrowed dime in different light
You might see what the other side looks like
In a random room, an iron door
Kick an empty can across an empty floor
Let it pass on the side of the road

Top Beck, Ship In A Bottle

When I called you in the morning
You were struggling for sense
You were journeying through memories so vicious
You made all your dying wishes
Come true
But, I know you're gonna try
To live without love by and by
But that's not living
That's just time going by
Going by, my love
Another ship in the bottle
Has got no place to sail
To see the waves getting darker every hour
The stars have lost their power
In the sky
But, I know you're gonna try
To live without love by and by
But that's not livin'
That's just time going by

Top Beck, She Is All

She is all I need
For here, for now
She is all I see
For here, for now
Gimme something to eat
For here, for now
She is all I need
For here, for now

Top Beck, She Fucked Me Up The Ass

She fucked me up the ass [x4]
(yeah, east 17 ain't got nothin on this shit)
Aw, I feel like a piece of shit
The rave--i went to the rave

Top Beck, Sexx Laws

Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Cowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
(At the halfway home)
I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
(At the halfway home)
I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
(At the halfway home)

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Sing It Again

{Should we do another one then?
Dead right
Lets go
One, two, three, four}
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 pledged the rest, I should have guessed
Your love was hangin' by threads
Tongues tied under the moon
My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs
The miser's 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 when 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

Top Beck, Shake Shake Tambourine

Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's somethin' wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm livin'
Ohh, black tambourine
Ohh, black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shakin'
Ohh, black tambourine
Ohh, black tambourine
Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's somethin' wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm livin'
Black tambourine

Top Beck, Scarecrow

I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
I've been diggin the ground
Thru the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
And the junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then
Crows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standing all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well

Top Beck, Say Can You See

Oh say can you see
Big long limosine
With a bongo player in the back
Yeah, we're smoking a cigar

Top Beck, Satan Gave Me A Taco

Satan gave me a taco
And it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw
And the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid
And the beans were so hard
I was getting kinda dizzy
Eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce
And I ate every one
And after I was done
The salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla
Got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes
Burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a'tremblin'
And I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty
And I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose
Tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water
And it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along
And she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with her handbag
'til I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked
My body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood
Unconscious and confused
Well the cops came and got me
And threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling
And I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge
His eyes a'glowin' red
The courtroom was filled
With witches and the dead
Well the sheriff was a hell-hound
With fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up
And chained to the walls
The air was getting thick
The smoke was getting thicker
The judge read the verdict
Said "cut off his head!"
Well they placed me on the altar
And they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode
When I noticed the marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
Cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone
Runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew
And the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band
And I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin
And I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies (aw yeah)
Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start 'em up)
Made a lot of money (aw yeah, I'm makin it)
And I gave it all away (give it all to me)
Well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers)
So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah
And I won all the awards (get 'em all now)
And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky)
And I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.)
Just to smell the smell
Cookin' with the devil
Fryin' down in hell

Top Beck, Salt In The Wound

I was born in a landslide
In the jungle land
I can play a piano
With a funeral hand
Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune
Worked on a railroad
Slept on a cot
If you got what it takes
They'll take what you got
Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la...
Out on the North Sea
Where the waters are wild
You wept like a mad dog
Like a Ozone child
Ooh salt in the wound, making me blue
Ooh salt in the wound, play me a tune
Play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune, play me a tune
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Top Beck, Paper Tiger

Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the halter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No more cinders from the sky
And all the laws of creation
Tell a dead man how to die
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
Looking through a broken diamond
To make the past what it should be
Through the ruins and the weather
Capsized boats in the sea
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
We're just holding on to nothing
To see how long nothing lasts
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
There is one word to the morning
There is one word to the truth
There is one word back to civilization

Top Beck, 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
'cause 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
'cause they're just too hard to see
So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
'cause 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

Top Beck, Ozzy

Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy...(can I get a little echo on this? )
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just came through the window
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Big-league man
The future looks dim
Using [? ? ? ] forever
Ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy! you're the man!
How can I grasp you power?
I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain
And you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes
The microphone is in flames
And there's a giant chicken claw above your head
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy

Top Beck, Pay No Mind

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 'n' 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
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
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Top Beck, 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

Top Beck, Nicotine Gravy

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping through the poignant rain
I think we're going crazy, her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli, nicotine and gravy
I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry, massage your soul
I'll turn you over to the highway patrol
I think we're going crazy, her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli, nicotine and gravy
I think we're going crazy, things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy, nicotine and gravy
Miracles amaze me, she looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me, I think I'm going crazy
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
(You're something special, so much more)
(Think I'm going)
I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight
(I know, yes I know)
(Think I'm going crazy)
I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping through the poignant rain
I think we're going crazy, things don't even faze me
(I think we're going crazy)
Her left eye is lazy, nicotine and gravy
(Her left eye is lazy)
Miracles amaze me, she looks so Israeli
(She looks so Israeli)
(I don't want to die tonight, I don't want to die tonight)
Love the way she plays me, nicotine and gravy
(Nicotine and gravy)

Top Beck, New Round

Reactions of night
The heavens are foreboding
A chain link wind
Is breaking me open
Lessons of the day
On a blackboard night
Seem to be erased

Top Beck, No Complaints

We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face
No complaints
But I wish I had my top of my brain
I'd like to walk
But the sun doesn't know we're awake
We're in spaceships
Take a visit to the Pyranees
Paid vacations
Send a brochure from the agency
No complaints
But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room
Walking papers and a hole
Straight out from my shoes
No complaints
But it's harder
To believe in the truth
She'll write a message
On a billboard
And I'll send it to you
We feel painless
Check the status on the info line
In some ways tainted
Radiation from the factory
No complaints
But it's overrated, that's for sure
Take a bus back
From Little Rock, Arkansas
Or Modesto

Top Beck, Nausea

1, 2, 3, 4
Now I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea

Top Beck, Mystery Song - 2

Well if it ain't your time to go
Then you'd better stay put for now
Cuz everybody's gotta do their time until it's time
And if it ain't broken, then break it
And say you knew me way back when
When fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
Well i could hang up my single
Out by the side of the road
And try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
Like a driftwood in the night
That was washed up by the light
Of the moon that bleached my bones
That sent me to the pile
Mustard in your smile
Lend a hand on the radio dial
And the breezes of the seasons
Have blown us back to hell
It's a stolen telephone
That i dialed blind and alone
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
Now the deserts are in flames
And the bandages are the same
And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels
And if it ain't your time to go
Then you'd better stay put for now
Cuz anybody gotta put their hand
Upon the hand of the clock

Top Beck, Moon Beams

Yume bakari miteru boku wa, kizukenai mama
Hashiridasu kimi no senaka mitsumeru dake de
Dou yattemo mitasarenai kara
Chigiresouna kokoro wa damasenai
Kimi to iu hikari ubatte hajimete
Kodoku no yami wo sukoshi teraseru noni
Jiyuu mo iranai, kotae mo iranai
Omou doko kara demo
Aitakute waraenai hibi wa
Dou yattemo mitasarenai mama
Dou omotte mo kamawanai kara
Aitakute waraitakute nakitakute
Kedo nandomo kizuiteitanda