tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66844557297742076022024-03-27T19:37:51.549-07:00Beck LyricsCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-19053822268145323712024-03-27T19:37:00.000-07:002024-03-27T19:37:06.609-07:00The Way It Seems lyrics - Beck<div>Last night I heard you were going</div><div>Going for a stay</div><div>Bound for some other shore</div><div>To let your garbage lay</div><div>And now you're running backwards</div><div>Right into your grief</div><div>Gathering your weapons</div><div>Rippin' 'em with your teeth</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's so unexciting</div><div>And that's the way it seems</div><div>Sooner we'll be done for</div><div>Somewhere in between</div><div><br /></div><div>Slick and dark and hungry</div><div>It's the only game in town</div><div>Gamble in a no-man's land</div><div>Rippin' faces down</div><div>The flames shooting outward</div><div>Everywhere you are</div><div>The temperature is a-blazing</div><div>Turning tricks and cards</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's so unexciting</div><div>And that's the way it seems</div><div>Sooner we'll be done for</div><div>Somewhere in between</div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-51207617503231543072024-03-27T19:36:00.001-07:002024-03-27T19:36:43.055-07:00Thinking About You lyrics - Beck<div>I pull the curtains</div><div>And lay in bed</div><div>I've got 15 movies of you</div><div>Playing in my head</div><div>Chasing the moonlight</div><div>Watching the ocean turn blue</div><div>Just thinking about you</div><div>Thinking about you</div><div><br /></div><div>40 roses</div><div>Couldn't cover my grave</div><div>No cross and rosary</div><div>For my soul to save</div><div>Want to believe in something</div><div>And it don't even have to be true</div><div>Just thinking about you</div><div>Thinking about you</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a crossroads</div><div>I've been standing on</div><div>But it was just the back road to Babylon</div><div>And she's gone</div><div>And she's gone</div><div><br /></div><div>Wayward angel</div><div>Morning dove</div><div>Don't treat me like a stranger</div><div>On the other side of love</div><div>I crossed seven oceans</div><div>And painted your highway blue</div><div>Just thinking about you</div><div>Thinking about you</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a high road</div><div>I've been standing on</div><div>But it was just a back road to Babylon</div><div>And she's gone</div><div>She's gone</div><div><br /></div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-83787967234810380652024-03-27T19:36:00.000-07:002024-03-27T19:36:19.836-07:00Threshold lyrics - Beck<div>(from "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" soundtrack)</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the beginning of the song...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hearing voices, animal noises</div><div>The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss</div><div>And I'm reaching my threshold</div><div>Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind</div><div>My body's stupid, stereo putrid</div><div>Spilling out music into raw sewage</div><div>Reaching my threshold</div><div>Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind</div><div><br /></div><div>My threshold</div><div>My threshold</div><div>Reaching my threshold</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hearing voices, animal noises</div><div>The crème de la crème, the feminine abyss</div><div>And I'm reaching my threshold</div><div>Staring at the truth 'till I'm blind</div><div><br /></div><div>My threshold</div><div>I'll explode</div><div><br /></div><div>Reaching my threshold</div><div>(My threshold)</div><div>My threshold</div><div>(My threshold)</div><div>My threshold</div><div>(Reaching my threshold)</div><div>My threshold</div><div><br /></div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-35082136281618635622024-03-27T19:35:00.001-07:002024-03-27T19:35:56.674-07:00To See That Woman Of Mine lyrics - Beck<div>Put whiskey in the gas tank</div><div>Put blood on the wheels</div><div>I gotta jar of tobacco</div><div>And I'm down with the deal</div><div><br /></div><div>Well I know that I'm loaded</div><div>And I'm outta my mind</div><div>I gotta make it to Texas</div><div>To see that woman of mine</div><div><br /></div><div>Well my face is all bloodshot</div><div>There's a stain on my shirt</div><div>If I don't make it to Fort Worth</div><div>Someone's bound to get hurt</div><div>Yeah</div><div><br /></div><div>Well I know I'm loaded</div><div>And I'm outta my mind</div><div>Gotta make it to Texas</div><div>To see that woman of mine</div><div><br /></div><div>Well I blew out the engine</div><div>Down in Abilene</div><div>And I got on the school bus</div><div>I started revvin' that thing</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah I know that I'm loaded</div><div>Yeah I'm outta my mind</div><div>I gotta make it to Texas</div><div>To see that woman of mine</div><div><br /></div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-44828892430462627752024-03-27T19:35:00.000-07:002024-03-27T19:35:30.656-07:00You've Got A Woman lyrics - Natalie Bergman & Beck<div><i>(originally by Lion)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Working on this dream with you, oh baby</div><div>Want to spend my life with you, oh baby</div><div><br /></div><div>I can see the stars all shining</div><div>You and me could be</div><div>Happy like the bees together</div><div><br /></div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div><br /></div><div>Woman, woman, woman</div><div>(Always on my mind)</div><div>Woman, woman, woman</div><div>(Always on my mind)</div><div><br /></div><div>I can feel so free with you, oh baby (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div>Love you more and more each day, oh baby (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div><br /></div><div>You just have to hold on me</div><div>Trust in me, I'll set you free</div><div>Come along and follow me, baby</div><div><br /></div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div><br /></div><div>(Woman, woman, woman)</div><div>Working on this dream with you, oh baby (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div>(Woman, woman, woman)</div><div>Want to spend my life with you, oh baby (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div><br /></div><div>I can see the stars all shining</div><div>You and me could be</div><div>Happy like the bees together</div><div><br /></div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div><br /></div><div>You've got a woman (Baby, baby, baby) (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div>(Baby, baby, baby) (Baby, baby, baby)</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>You've got a woman</div><div>(Baby, baby, baby)</div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-60482530863006421612010-12-03T04:22:00.001-08:002010-12-11T15:46:04.862-08:00"Mellow Gold" (1994)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiqHGD2Xoq2FUntDMJMtltzVvrjRVcYsmULNt-4Vb5gR13rY7kamq2VotzdPxnOxkkuQ_OFa0gTuaygjeMHftbi9tcOJbf0W1mp5rORqOoqGWDtzdQqv2kQELfmyUHCNFnJfoMBSrSI21/s1600/gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiqHGD2Xoq2FUntDMJMtltzVvrjRVcYsmULNt-4Vb5gR13rY7kamq2VotzdPxnOxkkuQ_OFa0gTuaygjeMHftbi9tcOJbf0W1mp5rORqOoqGWDtzdQqv2kQELfmyUHCNFnJfoMBSrSI21/s320/gold.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-26574719056159823612010-12-03T04:21:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:21:49.516-08:00Loser Lyrics - BeckIn the time of chimpanzees<br />
I was a monkey<br />
Butane in my veins<br />
So I'm out to cut the junkie<br />
With the plastic eyeballs,<br />
Spray-paint the vegetables<br />
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose<br />
Kill the headlights<br />
And put it in neutral<br />
Stock car flaming' with a loser<br />
And the cruise control<br />
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D<br />
Got a couple of couches,<br />
Sleep on the love seat<br />
Someone keeps saying'<br />
I'm insane to complain<br />
About a shotgun wedding<br />
And a stain on my shirt<br />
Don't believe everything that you breathe<br />
You get a parking violation<br />
And a maggot on your sleeve<br />
So shave your face<br />
With some mace in the dark<br />
Saving' all your food stamps<br />
And burning' down the trailer park<br />
<br />
(Yo. Cut it.)<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
<br />
(Double-barrel buckshot)<br />
<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
<br />
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare<br />
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber<br />
'Cuz one's got a weasel<br />
And the other's got a flag<br />
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag<br />
With the rerun shows<br />
And the cocaine nose-job<br />
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop<br />
He hung himself with a guitar string<br />
Slap the turkey-neck<br />
And it's hanging' from a pigeon wing<br />
You can't write if you can't relate<br />
Trade the cash for the beef<br />
For the body for the hate<br />
And my time is a piece of wax<br />
Falling' on a termite<br />
Who's choking' on the splinters<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)<br />
Soy un perdedor*<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
(Drive-by body-pierce)<br />
(Yo, bring it on down)<br />
Soooooooyy....<br />
[Chorus backwards]<br />
(I'm a driver; I'm the winner;<br />
Things are gonna change<br />
I can feel it)<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
(I can't believe you)<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
[Repeat]<br />
(Sprechen sie Deutsch, baby?)<br />
Soy un perdedor<br />
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?<br />
(Know what I'm saying'?)CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-34534029385361213742010-12-03T04:19:00.003-08:002010-12-03T04:19:59.025-08:00Pay No Mind (Snoozer) Lyrics - Beck(This is song two on the album<br />
This is the album right here<br />
Put on the album)<br />
<br />
Tonight the city is full of morgues<br />
And all the toilets are overflowing<br />
There's shopping malls<br />
Coming out of the walls<br />
As we walk out among the manure<br />
<br />
That's why<br />
I pay no mind<br />
I pay no mind<br />
I pay no mind<br />
<br />
Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer<br />
As he's dancing upon your paycheck<br />
The sales climb high<br />
Through the garbage-pail sky<br />
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun<br />
<br />
That's why<br />
I pay no mind<br />
Sleep in slime<br />
I just got signed<br />
<br />
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams<br />
Get out your ten-foot flags<br />
The insects are huge<br />
And the poison's all been used<br />
And the drugs won't kill your day job<br />
Honey<br />
<br />
That's why<br />
I pay no mind<br />
I pay no mind<br />
I pay no mind<br />
<br />
That's why<br />
I pay no mind [x7]CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-72468552877021322752010-12-03T04:19:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:19:21.821-08:00Fuckin' With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) Lyrics - BeckI ain't got no inclination<br />
Give away my sweet sensation<br />
Sleeping' in an old tool shed<br />
Scumbag crying' on his pillow<br />
<br />
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...<br />
When you wanna be with me then we will see<br />
Who's fuckin' with my head<br />
Hey hey hey hey<br />
Fuckin' with my head<br />
Hey hey hey hey<br />
<br />
Found myself in New Orleans<br />
With a scarecrow in my jeans<br />
Feed my forehead through the ceiling'<br />
Drank my coffee with a hubcap<br />
Yeah<br />
<br />
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...<br />
When you want to be with me then we will see<br />
Who's fuckin' with my head<br />
No no no no<br />
Fuckin' with my head<br />
Hey hey hey hey<br />
<br />
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head<br />
Oh yeah, and he's robbing' me<br />
But all I got's is cornbread<br />
Well, you turn my body into a crutch<br />
And now I'm limping' all over<br />
When I feel your touch<br />
Oh yeah<br />
<br />
Ooh...<br />
Ooh...<br />
<br />
Put on my jack-eyed boots<br />
Running' wild on the bayou<br />
Now I'm talking' on a walkie-talkie<br />
Credit card glued to my hand<br />
Feels good<br />
<br />
[Backing vocals:] Ooh...<br />
When you wanna be with me then we will see<br />
Who's fuckin' with my head<br />
Hey hey hey hey<br />
No no no no<br />
Fuckin' with my head<br />
Make me feel like an asshole<br />
I ain't got no soul<br />
I ain't got no soul<br />
No no no no<br />
No no no no<br />
No no no no<br />
No no no noCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-68969347310419135702010-12-03T04:18:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:18:25.989-08:00Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics - Beck(One more time..)<br />
<br />
I was born in this hotel<br />
Washing' dishes in the sink<br />
Magazines and free soda<br />
Trying hard not to think<br />
<br />
Lay it on to the dawn<br />
Everything we done is wrong<br />
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone<br />
Lay it on to the dawn<br />
<br />
She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah<br />
Coming' back from the convalescent home<br />
...Oh...<br />
Staring' at sports cars ... crying'<br />
<br />
Rattlesnake on the ceiling'<br />
Gunpowder on my sleeve<br />
I will live here forever<br />
With the ocean and the bees<br />
<br />
Lay it on to the dawn<br />
Everything we done is wrong<br />
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone<br />
Lay it on to the dawn<br />
<br />
Lay it on to the dawnCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-64165558195028632362010-12-03T04:17:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:17:26.297-08:00Soul Suckin' Jerk Lyrics - BeckI got a job making money for the man<br />
Throwing chicken in the bucket<br />
With the soda pop can<br />
Puke green uniform on my back<br />
I had to set it on fire<br />
In a vat of chicken fat<br />
I leaped on the counter<br />
Like a bird with no hair<br />
Running through the mini mall in my underwear<br />
<br />
I got lost downtown<br />
Couldn't find a ride home<br />
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone<br />
'Til a hooker let me share<br />
Her fake fur coat<br />
As I took a little nap<br />
The cops picked up us both<br />
I tried to explain<br />
I was only trying to get warm<br />
I knew I never ever<br />
Should have burnt my uniform<br />
He said:<br />
'Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son'<br />
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun<br />
And I crawled out the window<br />
With my shadow on a spoon<br />
Dancing on the roof<br />
Shooting holes in the moon<br />
<br />
Get busy, get busy, you know it<br />
<br />
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk<br />
I'm gonna take it all back<br />
And I ain't saying jack<br />
I ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk<br />
I'm gonna take it all back<br />
And I ain't saying jack<br />
<br />
Standing right here with a beer in my hand<br />
And my mouth is full of sand<br />
And I don't understand<br />
Fourteen days I been sleeping in a barn<br />
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm<br />
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled<br />
With the barbecue sauce<br />
And the dental floss chill<br />
Big fat fingers pointing into my face<br />
Telling me to get busy<br />
Cleaning up this place<br />
I got bent like a wet cigarette<br />
And she's coming after me<br />
With a butterfly net<br />
Riding on a bloodhound ringing the bell<br />
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell<br />
<br />
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg<br />
Taking turns baking worms<br />
With the bacon and eggs<br />
Well they got me in a birdcage<br />
Flapping my jaw like a pretzel<br />
In the stars just waiting to fall<br />
So give me what I got to get so I can go<br />
Cause I ain't washing dishes<br />
In the ditch no more<br />
<br />
And I ain't gonna work<br />
For no soul sucking jerk<br />
I'm gonna take it all back<br />
And I ain't saying jack<br />
And I ain't gonna work<br />
For no soul sucking jerk<br />
I'm gonna take it all back<br />
And I ain't saying jackCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-74015397829209815212010-12-03T04:10:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:10:32.070-08:00Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) Lyrics - Beck[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!"<br />
[Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!"<br />
[Neighbor 3:] "Fuck you!"<br />
[Neighbor 2:] "Why don't you call your mommy?"<br />
[Neighbor 3:] "You're a fucking drunk."<br />
[Neighbor 2:] "Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk..."<br />
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherfucker."<br />
[Neighbor 2:] "...But you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothing' for himself."<br />
<br />
Acid casualty with a repossessed car<br />
Vietnam vet playing' air guitar<br />
<br />
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'<br />
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs<br />
Yeah...yeah<br />
<br />
Whiskey-stained buck-toothed<br />
Backwards creep<br />
Grizzly bear motherfucker<br />
Never goes to sleep<br />
<br />
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'<br />
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs<br />
Oh, yeah...yeah<br />
<br />
Belly flopping' naked<br />
In a pool of yellow sweat<br />
Screaming' jackass with a wet cigarette<br />
<br />
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'<br />
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs<br />
<br />
Oh<br />
Oh, my goodness<br />
Oh...<br />
Mmm...<br />
<br />
Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe<br />
Growing' hair like a shag rug<br />
On his greasy back<br />
<br />
It's just the shit-kicking', speed-taking'<br />
Truck-driving' neighbors downstairs<br />
<br />
Oh my goodness<br />
Oh my goodness<br />
<br />
Oh, yeah<br />
Come on, honey<br />
Feel the grease, grease, grease<br />
Come on, honey, feel the grease<br />
Oh, my goodness<br />
Come on, honey, feel the grease<br />
Oh yeah<br />
Come on, lay it on me<br />
Bring it down one more time<br />
Come on, honey...CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-61426559756138121732010-12-03T04:08:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:08:28.754-08:00Sweet Sunshine Lyrics - BeckJudge me on the inside<br />
With a finger full of gravy<br />
Wanna get you on the sofa,<br />
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me<br />
Pocket full of blood<br />
And gotcha on a mound<br />
I'm gonna break my face<br />
On the sweet sunshine<br />
Pocket full of blood<br />
Gotcha on a mound<br />
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine<br />
I wanna get up off the floor<br />
I wanna run to the devil<br />
And get me some more<br />
I wanna get up off the floor<br />
Hollow full of bread<br />
With your husband dreaming'<br />
We are skunk and soul<br />
And I found it on a screaming<br />
Grab your wine, tell me where you been<br />
With the violin crime<br />
And the moon gettin' thin<br />
Grab your wine; take me where you been<br />
With the violin time<br />
And the moon gettin' thin<br />
I wanna climb up on the rug<br />
I wanna swing through the city<br />
On a wrecking' ball<br />
I wanna climb up on the rug<br />
I wanna swing through the city<br />
On a wrecking' ball<br />
Lay on to the dawn another pitiful sensation<br />
Cause diamond full of salad<br />
And I kill my master nation<br />
Got a bucket full of blood<br />
Dancing' on the mound<br />
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine<br />
Bucket full of blood<br />
Dancing' on the mound<br />
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine<br />
I wanna get up off the floor<br />
I wanna run to the devil<br />
And get me some more<br />
I wanna get up off the floor<br />
I wanna run to the devil<br />
And get me some moreCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-66152680010819966802010-12-03T04:06:00.003-08:002010-12-03T04:06:51.191-08:00Beercan Lyrics - BeckAlcohol on my hands<br />
I got plans<br />
To ditch myself and get outside<br />
Dancing women<br />
Throwing plates<br />
Decapitating their laughing dates<br />
Swirling chickens caught in flight<br />
Out of focus<br />
Much too bright<br />
Coming down<br />
Shiny teeth<br />
Game shows suckers trying to bleed<br />
But I got a drug and I got the bug<br />
And I got something better than love<br />
<br />
How you like me now<br />
Pretty good<br />
Going on, feeling strong<br />
<br />
I quit my job blowing leaves<br />
Telephone bills up my sleeves<br />
Choking like a one man dustbowl<br />
Freedom rock slime ball<br />
Talking in code<br />
We went down<br />
Lit up the shack<br />
Grab me a beer out of the sack<br />
Everybody bent over twice<br />
Painting the walls throwing some dice<br />
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief<br />
And they were singing like this<br />
<br />
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun<br />
Put my soul between a bun<br />
Now I'm hungry now I'm drunk<br />
Now I'm running like a flaming pig<br />
<br />
Oh yeah<br />
Scraping off the attitude<br />
Old man eating all my food<br />
Don't be kind<br />
Don't be rude<br />
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose<br />
<br />
Oh yeah<br />
My goodness<br />
<br />
Fluffy clouds<br />
Jumping rainbows<br />
Fluffy clouds<br />
I'm sad<br />
Jumping rainbows<br />
A soft and snuggly place<br />
[Repeat]<br />
Fluffy clouds<br />
I'm sad and unhappy<br />
<br />
Winos throwing Frisbees at the sun<br />
Put my soul between a bun<br />
Now I'm horny now I'm drunk<br />
Now I'm running like a flaming pig<br />
<br />
Oh yeah, I like it like that<br />
Oh that is cold<br />
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that<br />
Oh my goodness<br />
Take me down to the depot<br />
Buddy put me down on the bus<br />
Oh yeah<br />
I like it like that<br />
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras<br />
Hey hey hey<br />
Uh-huh<br />
What's happening'CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-67036989917664919012010-12-03T04:06:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:06:23.022-08:00Steal My Body Home Lyrics - BeckPut me in a hole in the ground<br />
With the money and the towel<br />
And the women all running' around<br />
<br />
Can't complain about the mess<br />
Momma killed the only dress<br />
Now she's longing' for the pines<br />
<br />
Watch my troubles all unwind<br />
Drinking' gasoline and wine<br />
Catch a chill off the stove<br />
<br />
On the train they cannot feel<br />
Lost my head beneath the wheel<br />
Now she steals my body home<br />
<br />
The trees are fake, the air is dead<br />
The birds are stuffed with poison lead<br />
And the ground is much too clean<br />
<br />
And if it's only me who's scared<br />
Strap 'em to the electric chairs<br />
Ring the moon like a broken bell<br />
<br />
When she drags you from the hill<br />
Daddy's gonna burn down the still<br />
We can watch it from the rooftop<br />
<br />
Lay in to the frying' pan<br />
Now she kisses her own hand<br />
With the fiddle on the fire<br />
<br />
I took a leap into the fog<br />
Sleeping' on a hollow log<br />
Now I'm coughing' with no mouth<br />
<br />
You can keep yourself inside<br />
But you know you cannot lie<br />
When the devil's your only friendCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-70705000401930888482010-12-03T04:05:00.003-08:002010-12-03T04:05:48.607-08:00Nitemare Hippy Girl Lyrics - BeckShe took me off my guard with disappointment<br />
I got sucked inside of her apartment<br />
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin<br />
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin<br />
<br />
She's a nightmare Hippy girl<br />
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world<br />
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty<br />
Self-conscious and a little bit moody<br />
<br />
It's a new age letdown in my face<br />
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space<br />
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile<br />
I'm caught in a vortex<br />
She's changing' my style<br />
<br />
She's a nightmare Hippy girl<br />
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world<br />
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty<br />
Uptight and a little bit snooty<br />
<br />
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh<br />
<br />
She's a magical, sparkling' tease<br />
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze<br />
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene<br />
With nightmare bogus poetry<br />
She's a melted avocado on the shelf<br />
She's the science of herself<br />
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level<br />
And she's meditating with the devil<br />
She's cooking salad for breakfast<br />
She's got tofu the size of Texas<br />
She's a witness to her own glory<br />
She's a never-ending story<br />
She's a frolicking depression<br />
She's a self-inflicted obsession<br />
She's got a thousand lonely husbands<br />
She's playing' footsie in another dimension<br />
She's a goddess milking her time<br />
For all that it's worthCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-52744958952465035802010-12-03T04:05:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:05:18.009-08:00Mutherfuker Lyrics - BeckYo homey don't play that game<br />
<br />
Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle<br />
Sitting in your castle judging everyone<br />
You're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill<br />
Why don't you break your face on my head<br />
<br />
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker<br />
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker<br />
<br />
Total paranoia trying to annoy you<br />
Everything i do is to try and fuck you up<br />
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm<br />
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude<br />
<br />
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker<br />
Everyone's out to get you motherfuckerCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-64001103587934397952010-12-03T04:04:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:04:51.474-08:00Blackhole Lyrics - BeckWindy<br />
Windy<br />
Looking for a better home<br />
Gotta be<br />
Gotta be<br />
Running out of light bulbs<br />
Crowded<br />
Crowded<br />
Open to a waste can<br />
Yellow car<br />
Yellow car<br />
Better be inside there<br />
Wake up<br />
Wake up<br />
Nothing's gonna harm you<br />
Glass wall<br />
Glass wall<br />
Standing on the furniture<br />
Little boy<br />
Little boy<br />
Laying on a sleeping bag<br />
Watching<br />
Watching<br />
Through the cracks of his eyelids<br />
Stranger<br />
Stranger<br />
Feeling like a broken stone<br />
Lost him<br />
Lost him<br />
Standing on the orange chairs<br />
Alphabet<br />
Alphabet<br />
Can't afford a telephone<br />
Black hole<br />
Black hole<br />
Nothing's gonna harm youCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-836539400765662012010-12-03T04:03:00.003-08:002010-12-11T15:43:18.856-08:00"Stereopathetic Soulmanure" (1994)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkaaZuH1M6NOk_tSXAiJkp-Kq-4cbiKRAS68xZ9KDEo100x_oxodCeYp9QDauVAv3159XBsZJDIaZBXPEqqFQCOksMXWNgh4MfoEkS1w8xdHRMwVHRAwJKlJglSXg-dEAXrkHg7ogwZFN/s1600/soul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkaaZuH1M6NOk_tSXAiJkp-Kq-4cbiKRAS68xZ9KDEo100x_oxodCeYp9QDauVAv3159XBsZJDIaZBXPEqqFQCOksMXWNgh4MfoEkS1w8xdHRMwVHRAwJKlJglSXg-dEAXrkHg7ogwZFN/s320/soul.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-14404093658686904482010-12-03T04:03:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:03:30.844-08:00Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus) Lyrics - BeckThe tortures, the torment<br />
Pink noise, delicious<br />
The danger, the victims<br />
Demeaning religion<br />
She rides, she rolls<br />
Olympic control<br />
Her bricks assaultin'<br />
The wrestlers are rottenCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-40403044400926945392010-12-03T04:02:00.005-08:002010-12-03T04:02:55.393-08:00Rowboat Lyrics - BeckRowboat, row me to the shore<br />
She don't wanna be my friend no more<br />
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul<br />
She don't wanna be my friend no more<br />
<br />
Pick me up, gimme some food to eat<br />
In your truck, goin' no place<br />
I'll be home, talkin' to nobody<br />
You'll be strange, you'll be far away<br />
<br />
Big fat moon<br />
And my body's out of tune<br />
With the burnin' waves<br />
She's a billion years away<br />
Dog food on the floor<br />
And I been like this before<br />
She is all<br />
And everything else is small<br />
<br />
Pick me up, gimme some alcohol<br />
In your truck, playin' the radio<br />
I'll be home with the gasoline<br />
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away<br />
<br />
Rowboat, row me to the shore<br />
She don't wanna be my friend no more<br />
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul<br />
She is all and everything else is smallCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-43186405872323089792010-12-03T04:02:00.003-08:002010-12-03T04:02:34.238-08:00Thunder Peel Lyrics - BeckIt's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion<br />
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting<br />
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel<br />
I made an effort to get just what I deserve<br />
<br />
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt<br />
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down<br />
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick<br />
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog<br />
I'm taking morphine<br />
<br />
Now I'm rolling in sweat<br />
With a loaf of cold bread<br />
And a taco in my jeans<br />
On the map if you glide<br />
She's got such ugly thighs<br />
I got taken by surprise<br />
With the plate of flaming noodles<br />
<br />
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion<br />
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting<br />
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel<br />
I made an effort to get just what I deserveCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-80607462484299613712010-12-03T04:02:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:02:10.951-08:00Waitin' For A Train Lyrics - BeckI'm an alien from another sphere.<br />
The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors.<br />
Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull.<br />
As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean.<br />
I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.<br />
<br />
All around a water tank<br />
Just a-waitin' for a train<br />
A thousand miles away from home<br />
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain<br />
I walked up to a breakman<br />
Just to give him a line of talk<br />
He said, "If you got money,<br />
I'll see that you don't walk."<br />
"I haven't got a nickel;<br />
Not a penny for to show."<br />
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"<br />
And he slammed the boxcar door<br />
They let me off in Texas<br />
A state I dearly love<br />
The moon, the stars above me... and what else?CALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-45208579199008847612010-12-03T04:01:00.003-08:002010-12-03T04:01:48.722-08:00The Spirit Moves Me Lyrics - BeckWalkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse<br />
And the kids drinkin' in the park<br />
Late at night and the spirit moves me<br />
And I don't mind bein' afraid<br />
Old man with no clothes<br />
Leanin' on my fence<br />
Tell me where the money goes<br />
And the food don't taste the same<br />
I'm gettin' fast at being the last<br />
To know I don't need to waste no time<br />
You can call me once a week<br />
Tell me where I been<br />
Phony lady layin' flat on the road<br />
And the helicopter goin' by<br />
And I'm down to the sound<br />
Of the sky turned brown<br />
And I'm lovin' everything you say<br />
I don't think it's funny<br />
When you shave both of my arms<br />
Lately I been spittin' out things<br />
That I didn't mean to say<br />
But that's alright, now<br />
You don't listen to me anywayCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684455729774207602.post-65497701784518704942010-12-03T04:01:00.001-08:002010-12-03T04:01:24.148-08:00Crystal Clear (Beer) Lyrics - BeckPlastic donut, can of spam<br />
There's no kindness in this land<br />
Better not let my good girl catch you here<br />
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer<br />
<br />
Coffee clothing pasted on<br />
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone<br />
And you better not let my good girl catch you here<br />
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear<br />
<br />
Hitch my horse up to the town<br />
Got my toenails painted brown<br />
And you better not let my good girl catch you here<br />
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me<br />
<br />
Just a muscle in a bag<br />
Throw my baby, don't let her sag<br />
But you better not let my good girl catch you here<br />
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beerCALL OF DUTY MOBILE GUNSMITHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14855555448246516426noreply@blogger.com0