Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
So I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming' with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying'
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
Saving' all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cuz one's got a weasel
And the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey-neck
And it's hanging' 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
Falling' on a termite
Who's choking' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor*
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....
[Chorus backwards]
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[Repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm saying'?)

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

(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 [x7]

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping' in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying' on his pillow

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
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 ceiling'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
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 robbing' me
But all I got's is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limping' all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah

Ooh...
Ooh...

Put on my jack-eyed boots
Running' wild on the bayou
Now I'm talking' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

(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...oh, ho yeah
Coming' back from the convalescent home
...Oh...
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'

Rattlesnake on the ceiling'
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn

Lay it on to the dawn

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'Til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap
The cops picked up us both
I tried to explain
I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever
Should have burnt my uniform
He said:
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
And I crawled out the window
With my shadow on a spoon
Dancing on the roof
Shooting holes in the moon

Get busy, get busy, you know it

I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand
And I don't understand
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce
And the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy
Cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me
With a butterfly net
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell

Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms
With the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a birdcage
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel
In the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes
In the ditch no more

And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack
And I ain't gonna work
For no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back
And I ain't saying jack

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!"
[Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!"
[Neighbor 3:] "Fuck you!"
[Neighbor 2:] "Why don't you call your mommy?"
[Neighbor 3:] "You're a fucking drunk."
[Neighbor 2:] "Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk..."
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker."
[Neighbor 2:] "...But you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothing' for himself."

Acid casualty with a repossessed car
Vietnam vet playing' air guitar

It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Yeah...yeah

Whiskey-stained buck-toothed
Backwards creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker
Never goes to sleep

It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs
Oh, yeah...yeah

Belly flopping' naked
In a pool of yellow sweat
Screaming' jackass with a wet cigarette

It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs

Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh...
Mmm...

Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growing' hair like a shag rug
On his greasy back

It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs

Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness

Oh, yeah
Come on, honey
Feel the grease, grease, grease
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, honey...

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

Judge me on the inside
With a finger full of gravy
Wanna get you on the sofa,
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me
Pocket full of blood
And gotcha on a mound
I'm gonna break my face
On the sweet sunshine
Pocket full of blood
Gotcha on a mound
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
Hollow full of bread
With your husband dreaming'
We are skunk and soul
And I found it on a screaming
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin crime
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 on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
I wanna climb up on the rug
I wanna swing through the city
On a wrecking' ball
Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation
Cause diamond full of salad
And I kill my master nation
Got a bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood
Dancing' on the mound
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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

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 shows 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 slime ball
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

Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm horny now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Oh my goodness
Take me down to the depot
Buddy put me down on the bus
Oh yeah
I like it like that
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happening'

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all running' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longing' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinking' 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 the 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 in to the frying' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog
Sleeping' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughing' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, 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, tragically beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's 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 fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing 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-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time
For all that it's worth

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

Yo homey don't play that game

Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle
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 on my head

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 and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mellow Gold

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
Nothing's gonna harm you

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

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

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

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

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

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 sagging down
Like a metal ball

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

So let's try to make it last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scam

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan?
I get lonesome...

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

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome...

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

I'm on the run with things to be
I've 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

I'm on the run with 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 that are fake
But they smell so nice

Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you

Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash
Nobody knows so let's just go home

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

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've got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking' out for themselves
When they ask you credit
You give them a branch
When they want to get it
You chew on the grass
I know, I know
'Cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you
In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool of your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They've got plastic in the afterlife
When they want you to cry
Leap up into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know, I know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head
Folding into your clothing
Covering everything you said

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Dry up on the shoreline
Drinking everything you said
Offering food to the ladies
Bowing down in the mossened trees

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Go back home
Bury my load
Yellow cat
Laying' flat on the road

It's been so long
Since I've been gone
Ziplock bag
Holding' my comb

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred-dollar bill

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

Walk 'til you're restless
Sleep 'til you're tired
Wake up without thinking
You're the one that I desired

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Forcefield There's a force field
Go outside with the suitcase 'round my neck
And it stands just where
Walk around all the while I've sat
And the stance I took on
Look at the people driving' that backwards
Leaves a Forcefield 'round with no particular style
My neck
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
And the stance I took on
Don't let it turn you into that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round
Things you hate the most
My neck
Roll out your silver dollar coffins
Roll out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything they want to
And sound comes from above
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
And the stance I took on
Don't let it turn you into that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round
Things you hate the most
My neck
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
Don't let it turn you into
Things you hate the most
There's a Forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I've sat
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round my neck
There's a Forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I've sat
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round my neck

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Bend your body
To the heavens above
Don't get drunk
Don't get dry
Just bring your money
Next Saturday night
Fourteen miles on the trail
With a half dead mule
And nothing on my mind
All my life
I've been talking' fast
Taking all the things
That I should have let pass
Put my hat
On my coffin nail
Put another brick
In the fire place
Well, I don't know
About you or me
But someone got loose
Back in town

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Your brains went black
When she took back her love
And put it out into the sun
The birds did fly
When the heavens all went dry
And the cigarettes were smoking' by themselves
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole
Call her name, she looks the same as you
Question marks stretched across her skin
She dangles carrots
Makes you feel embarrassed
To be the fool you know you are
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

From these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
Where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen the the land beyond
There's no telling who'll be dead
When the pale horse is turning red
And the tongues will burn in vain
And everything will feel the same
There's no patience there's no peace
I have seen the land beyond
Where the gravestones never cease
I have seen the the land beyond
Through the troubles of years
The heavenly apparition appears
And we're haunted by our own minds
And the spirit comes in the disguise
[Background voice:] (With no eyes)
From these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone
I have seen the the land beyond

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

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 mouthful of rotting cavities
Drinking Coca-Cola in the street

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

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The skies are fire
The drums are beating
Pistols and jeans
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Dead as a fly

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

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

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trash bags are your kids
The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinking' through the sky
And every hour that passes
Is teaching me how to cry
Cuz it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

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

So get me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
The limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air
Because it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream
That ever drifted by

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

There's no body
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get here to there
There's no body
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get here to there
There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
There hasn't been a change for over a year
There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Pull the tap
Just a tad
(Gypsy Haircut)
There's no Atmosphere
(A bear skin rug, The tambourines)
Dig a tunnel through the mountain
(Black Piano on the Mountain)
How many Atmospheres are out there?
(There's a broken bottle...in the tunnel)
There's a tunnel from here to there
Cut your hand on the Atmosphere
Split in Two
Band-Aids on your hand
Split the Atmosphere
Split in Two
Staring at you

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Well it's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well I cannot believe
You got a devil up your sleeve
And he's talking to me
And I cannot believe

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well you're all scared and stiff
A sick stolen gift
And the people you're with
They're all scared and stiff
And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

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Artist : BECK
Album : One Foot In The Grave

Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth
Not when it's unplanned

There's no map
That could tell you where you are
You're in between things
That only goes halfway
You want the best
You want contests
Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

I been drifting along
In the same stale 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
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
I'll put it together:
It's a strange invitation

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

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!

[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 hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsute with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let my man Ken Wilson (rock the most)

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

[Man speaking:]
("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 speaking:]
("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 and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
yeah, yeah, yeah
let's make it out, baby
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

telephone plastic baby
Ah, so good
oh, yeah
let's play good
ow wow wow wow wow

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

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(that bores)

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

Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

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

Ahhhowwww!!

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

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

And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running 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
And my bags are waiting in the next life

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!
[Rappers:] "C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Awe, yeah, I like that shit."

When I arrive it's like a high 5
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 to cause a holy commotion
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 a casket!

Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy
Rumba, buckshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!

[spoken:] Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping chocolate
Beck--Like in the last century
[Rapper:] "Turn that s--t 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 a casket!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket!

[Rapper:] "Ok, now. Who likes designer jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans!
Say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, Sassoon!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody!
One more time let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, Sassoon!
Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente!
Sing it, girls. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Say Jordache turned it up!"

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

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
'Til 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
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

Gotta get it!
Gotta get it!
Yeah-OH!
Yeah-OH!
(Plastic classic)

Can't forget my bestial
Close electric telephone (phones)

Balling like hordes!
About the Shout!

Nasty distortion, (out on my road-jump)
All my friends gout (biscuit/sixties) soul
Rocking the plastic
Taking the no no robo
Rough as a river
Cowboy now-boy
Biscuit risk it tripper hitting the wicked

Man with soul, above the road
Taking' it back for the finger-point crowd

Ooh, gotta get it, plastic classic
Totem poles in the briefcase shows

Disco-box, action!
Gotta let forget with the jazz effect
Gotta let forget with the jazz effect)

Diskobox, (so) action!
Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect
(Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect)

Once the whistle blows, my sucker froze
Last Saturday night, I couldn't find my (fight)

(Drinking) Whiskey an' I did not shave
Paralyzed, like he didn't have no time
(Pumping) (whimper) and round the road
A traveling man with a crooked van

Soda-pop ooh sitting like slime
Lets get (soul) an' I realized
Diskobox, (so) action!
Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect
(Gotta (let forget) with the jazz effect)

Disco-box OH!

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Artist : BECK
Album : Odelay

Has it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank?
Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires?
Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires?

What is this town?
They said I got no place to be
The money meter's taking everything I see

Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice?
Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?
Is it normal, born-again?
Let the vultures drink and drown
Is its force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?

What is this town?
They said I got no place to be
The money meter's taking everything I see

Has it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
What is this town?
They said I Got no place to be
The money need is taking everything I see

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone
A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter
A final the curse
Abandoned hearse
We rock the salt
Corroded to the bone

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

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
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 lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault

Nobody's fault But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own...

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

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
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
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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

I hate to do this
But you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You're handing me a canceled check
You're so helpless
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgements to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want to beg
It's crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
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
Awe
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...

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

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
O the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
O hungry days
The footsteps of fools
Gazing alone
Through sex-painted windows
Dredging the night
Drunk libertines
Stink like a colognes
From the newfangled wasteland
The end
O the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
Love is a plague
In a mix-match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will the 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
Of the end
We live again
Oh I grow weary of the end

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

When they beat
On a broken guitar
And on 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 didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting 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 didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted
Now you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
See them eyes and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love
You didn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be a victim

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Where will you go
When this day is over
A gambler's purse
Lays on the road
Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight
A laugh, a joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
They've come and gone
Doldrums are pounding,
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now
Engineer, slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon
Night birds will cackle
Rotting like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies... to me

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Fuckin trees with the pumpkin pie!
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, 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 the 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 backwoods 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
And the crippled psalms
Of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere dreams it's a..
Bottle of blues
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 the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere dreams it's a..
Bottle of blues
Bottle of blues

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

There was no one nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly
Is fallen apart at the seams
And I've been looking' for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few
There's no whiskey there's no wine
Just the concrete and a worried mind
Cuz everyone knows death creeps in slow
'Til you feel safe in his arms
And I've been looking' for a new friend
And I don't care if he's decrepit and gray
O Maria haven't you known
Days so careless
All on your own
Everybody knows the circus is closed
And the animals have gone wild
And I've been looking' for my shadow
But this place is so bright and so clean
There was no one nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly
Is fallen apart at the seams
And I've been looking' for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night is younger then us
Nowhere is anywhere else
You keep to yourself
Stirring the dregs where I have laid
The exit signs are flashing
Dead ends they won't come to life anymore
I pledge the rest
I should have guessed
Your love was hanging by threads
Tongues tied under the moon,
My love is a room of broken bottles
And tangled webs
The misers wind their minds
Like clocks that grind their gears
On and on
And if it's meant
Some accident
Some coincidence
Crumbs fall out of the sky
When you wander by
The dust clouds blow
Nobody's home
Oh won't you lay my bags
Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again
Oh won't you lay my bags
Upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

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
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
Be gone

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
Dazzlements of accidents
Rejoice their doom
Harikaris spinning' round the golden looms
Girl you dream infections
From a nauseous heart
Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
No direction to be known
In a senile of revelry
A tearful gaze turns away
Eroding cold and gray
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
Terrorist confections look so out of place
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was there some concerned
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 there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Have you got a fine place to slip to
When you're feeling down
Have you had a week or two
Just to get your troubles down
Found a lot of life and laughter
With a grandfather in the bowery
She had a body of sixteen or seventeen
She had a mind of forty
I met her on a cold day
In a city far away
With the worlds about zero
And I saw at once,
Into her soul
She's gonna call me her hero
Never like a walk in the rain or the lane
I found a lot of death that day
With the grandfather in the bowery
Cause I like her like the world
She had a halo of gold
Told me stories of her life
And the Courage was sublime
Pantomime
I walk the line
Cause you're blind
I walk the line

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Artist : BECK
Album : Mutations

Out on the highway,
I'm doing it my way
Zigzag patients,
Vibrating the ancients
Handing' out money,
The flies making' honey
Beaches aplenty,
The pigs on the levee...
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that's what I like!
Seasons are turning',
Villages burning',
Convalescents
Open their presents
Wandering' children
Ready and willing'...
Beggars and lightweights
Harness the highways
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that's what I like!
Abandoned coal mine,
We'll have a good time
Red tape rivals,
Recycling bibles
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that's what I like!

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

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
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...

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the b-boys scream
All right
Turn it up now
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
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 look right through me
And make all the b-boys scream
I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream
All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

We like the boys
With the bullet proof vests
We like the girls
With the cellophane chests
We like to ride on executive planes
We like to sit around and get real paid
I know you really want it
Cuz your Daddy's always on it
And he knows just how to flaunt it
He got pictures in his wallet
And he wanna be your lover
Does he look just like my mother
Does he cover you like butter
And just leave you in the gutter
I want to know if I'm worth your time
There's so much to do before you die
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again
Touch my ass if you're qualified

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

Hot milk
Mmmm...tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On hi-tech street
We go solo
Dance floors and talk shows
Hot dogs, No Doz
Hot Sex in back rows
I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene
Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak
People look so snooty
Take pills make them moody
Automatic booty
Zero to tutee fruity
Sex in the halls
Niagara Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria
Pop locking' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like an 808
Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this?
Norman Schwartzkoff
Something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want
If you want to know
Satin sheets
Tropical oils
Turn up the heat
Till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors
Read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry
Realistic tears
Jocking my Mercedes
Probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy
He wishes he was a Lady

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

Don't tell your right hand baby
What your left hand do
You know those road check girls
Will make your brown breath blue
Peaches and Cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a dangerous dream
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
Peaches and Cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream
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
Menage et tois
Peaches and Cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a delicate thing
Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

The snipers are passed out
In the bushes again
I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned
Before the riots started
Cuz there's only rehashed faces
On the bread line tonight
Soon you'll be a figment
Of some infamous life
Billionaires smile like weapons
Passing out platinum pensions
They're out of control
No one knows how low they'll go
(Hold on)
Take a ride on a broken train
Those bra burning deportees
At the service station
They know that beige
Is the color of resignation
We're out of control
No one knows how low we'll go
(Hold on)
Take a ride on a broken train
Shining like crystal tiaras
Ghettos and gray Riviera
This is the real me ladies
You won't find no shelter here
Tell me, what's your zip code baby
Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself
In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles behind myself
Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor boy wanna run
Milk and Honey
Do you wanna love me
Under the aluminum sun
Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll get the keys to the city for free
Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny
Living in a garden of sleaze
Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the Buddha chimes
She slips me ruffies
Receding hairlines
She's all right...touching my body
She's all right...on my computer
She's all right...selling me watches
She's all right...ring on my finger

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

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 nothing', 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 your 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 your heart
There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that train

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Midnite Vultures

(Oh yeah, come on)
I met you at JC Penny
I think your nametag said Jenny
I could 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 picking'
I wouldn't do you like that
Sanka 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 down 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 packing' 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
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 (Ohhhh)
(Come on)
Oh lovely lady
Girl you drive me crazy
Crazy! (Oh girl)
And you sister
Debra
Yeah, you're driving me crazy
Crazy (Oh)
Yeah
I got a little bit of sympathy for you girl
Yeah, 'cause I'm a, I'm a, full-grown man

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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 day 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 ok

These days I barely get by
I don't even try

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No more cinders from the sky
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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

There's a blue bird at my window
I can't hear the songs he sings
All the jewels in heaven
They don't look the same to me

I just wade the tides that turned
Till I learn to leave the past behind

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

All the battlements are empty
And the moon is laying low
Yellow roses in the graveyard
Got no time to watch them grow

Now I bade a friend farewell
I can do whatever pleases me

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

Press my face up to the window
To see how warm it is inside
See the things that I've been missing
Missing all this time

It's only lies that I'm living
It's only tears that I'm crying
It's only you that I'm losing
Guess I'm doing fine

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Lonesome tears
I can't cry them anymore
I can't think of what they're for
Oh they ruin me every time
But I'll try
To leave behind some days
These tears just can't erase
I don't need them anymore

How could this love
Ever turning
Never turn its eye on me
How could this love
Ever changing
Never change the way I feel

Lazy sun
Your eyes catch the light
With promises that might
Come true for awhile
Oh I'll ride
Farther than I should
Harder than I could
Just to meet you there

How could this love
Ever turning
Never turn its eye on me
How could this love
Ever changing
Never change the way I feel

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Your sorry eyes cut through the bone
They make it hard to leave you alone
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

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

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
No one left to watch your back now
No one standing at your door
That's what you thought love was for

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause

I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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
But it still kills me like it did before

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Well it's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well I cannot believe
You got a devil up your sleeve
And he's talking to me
And I cannot believe

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well you're all scared and stiff
A sick stolen gift
And the people you're with
They're all scared and stiff
And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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

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 we are going
Round, round, round the bend

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Time wears away
All the pleasures of the day
All the treasures you could hold
Days turn to sand
Losing strength in every hand
They can't hold you anymore

Already dead to me now
'Coz it feels like I'm watching something die

Love looks away
In the harsh light of the day
On the edge of nothing more
Days fade to black
In the light of what they lack
Nothing's measured by what it needs

Already dead to me now
'Coz it feels like I'm watching something dyin?

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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
Yesterday is 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 mending
Sunday sun

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

Go to sleep
We're so tired now
Altogether in a snake pit of souls
New days
To throw your chains away
To try to hang your hopes on the wind

Little one
Just a little way
Today all we need is waiting

Night rise
Like the evening prize
In a turnstile backwards we fly
Cold bones
Tied together by
Black ropes we pulled from a swing

Little one
Just a little way
Today all of the dreams are waking

Can't stand on crooked legs
I'm cross-eyed to the wall
In these harbor lights
Satellites explode

Drown, drown
Sailors run aground
In a seachange nothing is safe
Strange waves
Push us every way
In a stolen boat we'll float away

Little one
Hold on
All of the dreams are wasting

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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

On a borrowed dime
In different light
You might see what
The other side looks like
In a random room
Behind an iron door
Kick an empty can
Across an empty floor

Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now

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Artist : BECK
Album : Sea Change

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 a bottle
It's got no place to sail
See your 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 living that's just time
Going by
Going by
My love

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Artist : BECK
Album : Guero

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
Its all gonna be ok
Get used to it don't lose your head
Its all gonna be the same
She knows send a message to her
She knows get a message to her

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
Its all gonna be ok
Get used to it don't lose your head
Its all gonna be the same
She knows send a massage to her
She knows get a massage to her

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 sidewark and pavement
The walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline 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

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Artist : BECK
Album : Guero

Comin thru 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 couls
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.

Its a chain reaction

Like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms
Shoot every paranoid phantom
Thats 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 ressurection song
For a paralysed mind in a kerosene jar
Barracuda believer with a heathen guitar
Apocolyptic nostalgia tokens
Dark arts sell sail for antartica oceans

Its a chain reaction.

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Artist : BECK
Album : Guero

I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me

Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands

I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off
I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin'

Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands

I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me

Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right
clap, clap

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Artist : BEYONCE KNOWLES
Album : I Am... Sasha Fierce (Deluxe Edition)

Si yo fuera un chico,
sólo por una vez
yo me vestiría como quiero,
con lo que vea primero y me voy.
Saldría a buscar
chicas por montón
mis amigos que son leales
siempre van a acompañarme hasta el fin
cada noche a mentir.

[CHORUS]
Si yo fuera un chico
sé que podría saber
comprender mucho mejor
lo que es amar a una mujer
sabría escuchar
pues conozco el dolor
de perder a quien se quiere
porque ignoras lo que tienes
y quedas sin saber que pasó

Si yo fuera un chico
pero ves no lo soy
los chicos son de un molde
y nosotras somos de corazón
se piensan que son
los del sexo superior
pero cuando lo queremos
nos vence nuestra seducción

[CHORUS]

Es muy tarde ya ves para regresar
perdonarte otra vez ya no lo vas a lograr
el lugar que ocupabas tú, ya no está más.

Pero eres un chico
que le vas a hacer
no puedes comprender
que se siente al comprender mejor
y amar en serio a una mujer
No sabes escuchar
no te importa el dolor
hasta que pierdes a quien quieres
porque ignoras lo que tienes
y quedas sin saber que pasó

Pero eres un chico.

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

I hear you just got married took a month long honeymoon
A new love smiles at the weddin' you cried when you kissed the groom
I got no invitation I guess the mailman didn't bring it to me
But I see the whole thing in slow motion everynight as I try to sleep

My buddy John said you looked real pretty and you acted like you were in love
He said the preacher asked for objections and he thought about standing up
I told John he must been crazy cause you were just about to say I do
He just gave me a wink and said all he could think was it could've been me with you

It could've been me standing there with you
It could've been me and my dreams coming true
But those dreams move on if you wait too long
It took me till now to see it could've been me

I don't guess I ever told you that I went out and bought you a ring
I even carry it around in my pocket waitin' to say the right thing
I pulled it out the other day but the diamond had lost it's shine
Well I know how it feels cause my eyes grow dim
When I think you could have been mine

It could've been me standing there with you...

I know I called just in time a bit too late
You know dreams move on if you wait too long
It took me till now to see that it could've been me
Standin' there with you

It could've been me standing there with you...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

[guitar]

You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway

Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...

[guitar]

Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

She used to cry when I'd come home late she couldn't buy the lies I told
All she wanted was to be needed someone that could call her own
Her love I know I took for granted until she walked out of my door
Too little too late to say I'm sorry cause she's not cryin' anymore

She's not cryin' anymore and she ain't lonely any longer
There's a smile upon her face a new love takes my place
She's not cryin' anymore

[guitar]

I guess she's really doin' well now she's picked herself up off the ground
I wasn't there when I was needed but I was there to let her down
Sometimes you know I feel so foolish if I knew then what I know now
Another tear would never fall cause I'd give our love my all
If we could work things out somehow

She's not cryin' anymore...
She's not cryin' anymore...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

Where'm I gonna live when I get home
My ole lady's throwed out everything I own
She meant what she said when she wished I was dead
So where'm I gonna live when I get home

I knew our road was gettin' kinda rocky
She said I was gettin' way too cocky
She waited till I was gone she packed from dusk till dawn
So where'm I gonna live when I get home

Where'm I gonna live when I get home...

[piano - guitar]

She decided she would keep my cat
My transportation I wouldn't be a needin' that
She kept my TV the bills she gave to me
So where'm I gonna live when I get home

Where'm I gonna live when I get home...

Where'm I gonna live when I get home
Where'm I gonna live where'm I gonna live
Where'm I gonna live when I get home

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

You keep a sayin' you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't been a messin'
And now someone else is gettin' all your best

Well these boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep loosin' when you ought enough bad
You keep a samin' when you oughta be changin'
Now what's right is right and you ain't been right yet

Well these boots are made for walkin'...

[guitar]

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned
Well I've just found me a brand new box of matches
And what she knows you ain't had time to learn

Well these boots are made for walkin'...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

I looked for you in the morning with the sunrise
And I searched for you all day through
And at night as I lay my head down on my pillow
I closed my eyes and dreamed only of you

Someday somewhere somehow I know that I will be with you
Someday somewhere somehow my dreams of us together will come true
Someday somewhere somehow

[guitar]

Not a second ticks off the clock that you don't cross my mind
And with every beat of my heart I'm by your side
But the truth of the matter is it's make believe
And my love once again has been denied

Someday somewhere somehow...
Someday somewhere somehow

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

Barroom night life weekend romance used to turn me on
I was wild and winded and never gave my restless heart to anyone
One night stands would end up from a midnight rendezvous
Well I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you

I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you
Cause I'd built a wall around my heart that no one could get through
For once I had it broke and I still feel the bruise
And I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you

Well the passion rises in my heart each time you're in my arms
The sensations of these feelings oh have never felt this strong
Well I've always played the heartbreak kid I turned to act so cool
I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you

I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you...

[guitar]

Well I don't like to taste my pride but I guess that I was wrong
I never meant to hurt you girl I was afraid to fall in love
Well come on baby let's take it slow cause my heart is still confused
And I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you

I never ever thought that I would fall in love with you...
That I would fall in love with you that I would fall in love with you

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

Look at me darling look in my eyes
Well as you know me you fill my mind
Words don't come easy from a man's broken heart
Think that I love you it's be enough to part

Lonely yes my world was so lonely till you walked into my life
And now there's a sigh and tears fill our eyes
Cause there ain't no good goodbye
Baby mhm my baby there ain't no good goodbye

Mhm mhm...
Lonely yes my world was so lonely...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

I wake up in the morning in a lonely ice and bed
Thinkin' bout the nightmare that just played in my head
I think of all the things I miss
Like moments that we share a kiss so dear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

I search your house for coffee but it's to no avail
The days not even started it seems it's shot to hell
The jeans I'm wearin' look like dirt
As I put on my old wrinkled shirt it smells like beer
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

But there was a time when you were mine and life was such a pretty dream
Then you fell in love with another man that changed everything
The world I knew changed everyday as I watched it all slip away so clear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

I turn on my radio they play your favorite song
Did I not do something right was there something I done wrong
As you pulled away you shouldn't tried
Instead of feeling foolish pride and fear
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here
I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : Some Gave All

I knew a man called him Sam the Cane few folks even knew his name
But a hero yes was he
He left a boy came back a man still many just don't understand
About the reasons we are free
I can't forget the look in his eyes or the tears he cried
As he said these words to me

All gave some some gave all
Some stood through for the red white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me think of all your liberties
And recall some gave all

Now Sandy Cane is no longer here but his words are oh so clear
As they echo throughout our land
For all his friends who gave us all who stood the ground and took the fall
To help their fellow man
Love your country live with pride and don't forget those who died
America can't you see

All gave some some gave all...
And if you ever think of me think of all your liberties
And recall yes recall some gave all some gave all

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : It Won't Be The Last

She was all that I ever could have wanted her to be
She always knew just how to give the best of love to me
I thought I knew a thing or two about the ways of love
But it was soon to became so clear I didn't know enough
One day I found a note beside the ring she left behind
It said here is all you need to know for better love next time

Say you love her strong and true let her know all she means to you
Show her she is that special one who shines in your life like the rising sun
Give her love lots of room to grow treat her tender and you will know
The secret to the treasures of heaven in the heart of a woman

A bridge was burned and a lesson learned I never will forget
And for her timeless wisdom I'm forever in her debt
Last night I heard a good friend say he'd finally found the one
I told him to be sure these precious things weren't left undone

Say you love her strong and true...

[guitar]

In the heart of a woman

Say you love her strong and true...
Say you love her strong and true...

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : It Won't Be The Last

Well hold on baby something's happening here
I read your body language perfectly clear
But something's fishy baby it's like the cat got your tongue
Well you done proved you ain't shy honey look me in the eye talk some

I know you're there baby I hear you breathing
Let's use some caution lady before proceedin' talk some
Tell me what's your game talk some girl I don't even know your name
Honey I'm here to listen we got coffee in the kitchen talk some

You make me nervous baby don't keep me waiting
Is there some secret you ain't articulating
I've got to ask baby I've got to know
Is there something in your past or is there someone back home

You're into mystery baby but I can do without it
Tonight is history lady if we can't talk about it
You call the signals maybe it's time to pass kick or run
Well honey I ain't hard of hearing come and whisper in my ear talk some

[guitar]

You think it's strange baby I deem it necessary
I've got to have some of your vocabulary
I'm gettin' tired of this game of Tom and Jerry
Dictate your thoughts baby I'll be your secretary

Are you from Detroit are you from Tallahassee
I can't believe you ain't got something to tell or ask me
Don't think it's crazy baby it's just my rule of thumb
How will we know where we're goin' if we don't know where we've been talk some

Well honey I'm here to listen we got coffee in the kitchen talk some
Well you've done proved you ain't shy honey look me in the eye talk some
Talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some
Talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some talk some

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Artist : BILLY RAY CYRUS
Album : It Won't Be The Last

I wish you all the best love love and happiness love
And everything you'd ever want to have see or do
And from the bottom of my heart I hope you never find somebody new

Anyone that tells you that broken hearts mend easy
Has never ever loved the way that I have loved you
As long as there's a chance for us I hope you never find somebody new

You have not convicted me yet you're gone
My heart still says there's something going on
And until I know we're finally through
I hope you never find somebody new

I'm acting like an actor dancing like a dancer
But when the curtain falls I always call out for you
As long as I still love you I hope you never find somebody new

You have not convicted me yet you're gone...
I hope you never find somebody new

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