unknown

I just got put down
In the ashes of a backwash town
Black debris, the burned-out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singin' the regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
It's a state where i belong

I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out all the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singin' a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

You're better off alone
Troubles find their home(?)................

(more to come, according to beck)

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

Sucker without a brain
Nothin to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze

Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home

Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve
But he just didn't see ya
Now you're buried 'neath the wheel
Just like a tortilla

Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home

When we're dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer

Here comes that bus
Right into your face

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

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

Fresh meat and old slabs; fingerpaint ep
I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Ten foot man, makin my lunch
You'll never understand i want you so much

And i never never want it
And i never never want it
And i never never want it
And i never never want it

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Screamin in my face, whisper in my ear (whispering)
Put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer :::pop:::

And i never never want it
And i never never want it
And i never never want it
And i never never want it

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

(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind
Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)

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

Alright here's a stupid song i wrote today
Yeah
Alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
Yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
Ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
Whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something

Take out your whiskey bottle there
Now you don't even move out of your chair
Your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time

You can get out a blowdryer and
Blowdry the hair right off of your head
You can saute

I feel like a piece of shit (a bunch of times, ad nauseam)

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

Tell me where you want me to go
If i'm gone then i'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If i've been there split in two
Tell me what you want me to say
Then i'll put my tongue away

Tell me what you want me to see
With my eyes so grizzly gray

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
The lion's tame

Tell me where you want me to go
If i'm gone then i'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If i've been there split in two

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
Lion's tame

Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie
Takin' them as they come
Alcohol please give me some

If i stay in the same place
The animals will lick my face
Soak in the dawn of day
Rollin' my body away

Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie
Takin' them as they come
Alcohol please give me some

My friend picked me up about quarter past 5
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We spent many years always tryin to get high
Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids
Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke
Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo
I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on.

(voices in background)
And i really don't think that i know what to do
There's a man in my shoe
Yeaaaaaahhhh!

(hard-core version begins)
[chorus] (x3.5)

She fucked me up the ass [x4]

(yeah, east 17 ain't got nothin on this shit)

Aw, i feel like a piece of shit
The rave--i went to the rave
And she fucked me up the ass [x4]

Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She's the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away

She's the boat in the sewer
She's the old man with manure
Rockin all night like a drum
Goin back where she comes from

Can of whiskey

Big guitars on the wall
Cracker-jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere

Can of whiskey
Can of whiskey
Can...

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

The storms are on the ocean
On and on they go
Searching through the waters
Where you might be low
And i am so downhearted
Never to be well
And i am disappointed
The words will never tell

The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion
If i am false to you

The last time that i saw you
You shook my hand goodbye
You said it wasn't forever
That would be a lie
But that was such an old friend
He holds you in his hands
And i am so long waiting
To meet you in that land

The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion
If i were false to thee

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

My friend picked me up about quarter past five
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
Had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply...
And there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what

Well we spent many years always tryin to get high
Seems like there wasn't nothing that we wouldn't try
We made bongs out of bananas, we free-based every time
We were always lookin, always lookin

Now there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what

Well we got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet going on the stereo
I said let's get out the nitrous and let the windows up
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing..

And there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what
Yeah!

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

Curses i send
On these countless men
Curses on their trespasses
Will they never end?
Curses on their blades
On the spare and open lanes
Once i've been searching
Recipe acclaim (??)
Curses on their children
Runnin all around
Makin such a business
While i'm rusting in the ground
I might rise up to meet them
When they leave this life
Might rise up to eat them
When they leave this life

Curses on this valley
And the lands on up ahead
I was on my way to meet them
When they found me dead
And i clapped my brittle hands
And i made them join my game
Now i hope they all decease
And marry a man in shame

Curse every word
That's planted on their lips
Curse the sleek machine
And their iron colored ships
Curse every wave that
Pounds a wicked shore
Curse every salesman
Knocking on their door

And i am not a creature
And i am not a dog
I have no claim to be there
In the evening fog
And i am not a bone
Staring through the air
Have no say in anything
My tongue is barely there

Curses on curses
I see no other way
Some of them are weeping
And some of them gay
Some of them have worn
So deep they feel no pain
Curses on their fingers
Curses on their brains

Is it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in 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 need is 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 it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?

What is this town? they said i got no place to be
The money need is taking everything i see

Is 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

Out on the highway,
I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients,
Vibrating the ancients
Handin' out money,
The flies makin' 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... thats what i like!

Seasons are turnin',
Villages burnin',
Convalescents
Open their presents
Wanderin' children
Ready and willin'...
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... thats 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... thats what i like!

Baby i can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and i can't wait
You're the one who's got no tongue
Look and see which way it's run
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Obituaries i seen right through
Brochures of the times we knew
Taxes on the days we spent
Repossessed and named and chained
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Accusations, suspects named
Battered husbands, cousins blamed
Holdin' up your trophy bones
Sticks and stones and lesser knowns
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

And all your hopes can be derailed
Low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
No dreams in the night you lie
All the stars stripped from the sky
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Dead man with no eyes
Won't you look at me tonight
Tell me will i look good
With my pants on so tight
Watch me die, watch me die

Dead man with no heart
Won't you love me still
Put me in your helicopter
And gimme some weight-loss pills
Watch me die, teach me how to cry

Dead man with no stomach
Won't you eat up all my food
Spit it in my face
'cuz it don't taste so good
Watch me die, let me ride

Dead man with no feet
Won't you run to the liquor store
We're running out of caskets
Won't you run and get some more
Watch me die

Dead man, i ain't got no credit
Won't you put me in a cash machine
Swim around with the dollar bills
Look out, i'm turning green
Watch me die, watch me fry

Homey don't play that shit

Hey, mr. asshole, what's your big 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 [x4]

Trying to annoy ya, total paranoia
Everything i do is to try to fuck you up
Screw chum chewin [?]
The house of spasm [?]
Trucks drove on the situation, dude [?]

Everyone's out to get you, motherfucker [x7]

Talkin' a lotta shit...got a lotta shit on my mind
Got some bad feelings on me
(mumble)
Fast, fast people comin' to my house
Tellin' me things that i already know
Some bad shit
Don't wanna touch it
It's like a big empty city full of toasters
Bad energy

(background voice)
Hey, i know who you are,
But you don't know me...hahaha!
Yea, yea, yea i know that
I know that guy, man. that's the guy, man...hehehe!
I know that guy. yeah, ???
You comin' to me man, you talkin' to me man?
I make a problem for you, my friend...hahaha!
I know man, make a problem very quick...very quick

(play us a tune on an unbroken spinet and let the bells ring,
Let the bells ring. play music now! play us a tune on an
Unbroken spinet. do not strike music from old broken keys.
Do not make ghosts with faded tinklings on the yellowed
Board, but play us a tune on an unbroken spinet.)

Let's go moon some cars
Yeah, let's go moon some cars
Yeah, let's go moon some cars, my friend
Yeah, let's go moon some cars.

Let's go steal some beer
Yeah, let's go steal some beer
Yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends
Yeah, let's go steal some beer.

Hooo!

Let's go set something on fire
Yeah, let's go set something on fire!!
Yeah, let's go set something on fire, my friend
Let's go set something on fire.

Let's go shoot some pigs
Well, let's go shoot some pigs
Yeah, let's go shoot some pigs
Let's go shoot some pigs.

Let's go steal some beer
Yeah, let's go steal some beer
Yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends
Let's go steal some beer.

Hooooo! yeah
(whooping and hollering)

[female voice: i'm totally fucked up. i can barely speak. i'm totally fucked up.
They gave me so many drugs. but, uh...i'm gonna be here...

[beck speaks]alright, what we're talkin about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland
Feeling...like, uh, mellencamp, you know, kind of a mellen feeling. ok, what you
Gotta get together is a... some...a heartland folk singer. uh, we're gonna need a real
Quick... uh, john cougar mellencamp, bruce springsteen, bob seeger...that type of
Feel. a mellen feeling. you know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh...of a
Heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. and if you can't get just
The right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.]

Old man johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin', goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv
Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Yea, nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Yeeaaaahhh

Well little rosanna came from texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
Came into town not lookin' for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him dutch
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin' out change
She kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it
Ooo ooo, yea yea yea

Sam got canned at the cannery
She punched out the clock that night
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
He was cold and he had a headache
Well his wife was cookin canned beans
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink

He was only a person
Who didn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Oh yeah
Wooo ooo ooo

Smiley was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy
He took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Ooo ooo yea

Well janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin' around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin' tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Yea yea yea....oh yea, etc.

Well i just got put down
In the ashes of an asphalt town
Black debris, the burned out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out on the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Frozen dreams, dead machines
They don't notice me at all

[harmonica solo]

Troubles find their own
You're better off alone
Nobody knows the coupon clones
The stowaway's in the captians clothes

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

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

Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night gettin drunk
Sleepin in a log

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

A sparkle in the night (?)
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced...deeply into myself
Faceless...emerging
Black confetti

Devils haircut single
...a story i wanna pass on to you that i think is...has meant a lot to me.
He said, "ed, you have no control over the past. it's a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don't know
What's going to happen. your maximum point of power is now!"

None-a that trouble...all my days
None-a that trouble...all my days

None-a that trouble...all my days
None-a that trouble...all my days
Hey hey
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!

Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face and paste it up into the sky
Cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful
Like a forcefield of multiplying meat
Cut a hole in the floor to see
Just how close to hell we're standin'

Time shoots forward in your skull
Scattered to the four winds chucked in a bucket
Riding lampost, moldy toast
Excitement level: zero
Rock the casbah, bring the noise
Amplified dishwashers
Exploring the boring to the core
People with cordless personalities
Runnin' around in new wave bionic jogging suits

California white boy sound
Rocket-powered and nailed to the ground
New age, old age
Totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Rewind the tape
Play the whole thing backwards
With the sound completely turned off

I'm standin right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and i don't understand
Big fat fingers pointin' into my face
Tellin me to get busy cleanin' up this place
Fourteen days i've been sleepin in a barn
Better get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistlin' dixie with the dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's comin after me with a butterfly net
Ridin on a bloodhound ringin a bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil on my leg and i'm tryin not to beg
Takin' turns bakin worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waitin' to fall
So give me what i got to get so i can go
Cuz i ain't washin dishes in the ditch no more

Cuz i ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack
Cuz i ain't gonna work for no soul-suckin jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and i ain't sayin jack

You know it
That's right
Rockin the town like a moldy crouton
Flyin' through the air with breeze

I got a job makin money for the man
Throwin' 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
Runnin' 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 tryin' 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
Dancin' on the roof, shootin' holes in the moon

Aw yeah
Uh-huh (etc.)

One of these days
I hope it's soon
I'll see you smiling
The way you do
Walkin' on splinters
Somewhere unknown
It's getting better
That much i know

One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by

Cardboard faces
With nowhere to look
One in a million
That's how long it took
Up on the bridge
Nowhere to go
Empty and cold
Burnin' a light bulb

One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by

One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days

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

(this is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Burn the album)

Tonight the city is turned off
Look at me, i'm wearing your shirt and it's burnt
Dissentious morons are dissing you, dissing me
Keeping the friendship in massive supply

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Give the finger to the folk singer
I'm sure he'll appreciate it deeply
And where there's smoke
And there's grease and an unperfect peace
The free 'n' easy letdown will make it all come alive

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Makeshift scene, mildly insulting
You really said it when you said i was just a scavenger
There's a headbangin' corpse, just take it to the source
Take the plug, unplugged, plug it up, rip the plug right outta the wall

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume

On the old forgotten crossways
Where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders
Lying in the street
On a dark and dusty deserts
Like a ghost i've flown
I barely cried when i arrived
I never found a home

Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing
Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

I am a ramshackler
Go from town to town
And when there is no shelter
I lay down on the ground
I killed every reason
They gave for me to stay
Cussed the morning, burned the bone
And dragged that thing away

Mmm, to the peace of sorrow
Never ceasing
Mmm, to the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

There's saints and there is animals
They've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages
Do just like they should
They stood the test and burned the rest
And tore them limb from limb
And it's marked upon their faces
It's written on their skin

Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing
Mmm, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

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

At the theater, i did meet her
And the show was whimsical and sublime
I'm in tatters, nothing matters
Til i grasp a big disaster like a mime

She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
You can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime

In the first act, there was a jester
With an apple and a mango and some wine
He flung the ice-cube, he was so rude
And he jousted with the flaming huffy dog (???)

She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
You can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime

In the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard
With decorations all around
There was a bandit, we couldn't stand it
He was sniffing the cube like a hound

She's got the squeegee on the ouija
She can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
Don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
Oh yeah

Smokin on a d
Makin' the...

Burn all the fuel
Die like a mule
Find yourself in a pickup truck
Loading up a nine
Wasting any slime who tries to step
Word to the mother

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback

It's a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
Just a assssss......

Floating through the ghetto like guillotine
Waiting to come down, down on the scene
The second guessing sleaze
Damned to feed the flatulating brotherhood
Puffing on a blunt

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck

The haunches of the pigs
The uniformed legions will conspire
Slacking off is nil
The point is now to kill
Grind the whining bastards in their tracks
New jack
Go, baby

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just ahh...
It's just a asskizz payback

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck
It's just a grudge, it's just a little grudge

[repeated]
It's just a payback [repeated, etc. + various mutterings]
Kiss! kiss! kiss! [etc. + screaming, kissing, moaning, and hissing]

([gotta get it)
([gotta] get it)
(yeeah-oh!)
(yeeah-oh!)
(plastic classic)

Can't forget my [bestial] [???]
Close electric telephone [phones]

Ballin like hordes!
About the shout!

Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump]
All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul
Rockin the plastic
Takin the [no no / robo]
Rough as a river
Cowboy nowboy
[biscuit / risk it] [tripper] hittin the wicked

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

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

Diskobox, [so] 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]

[drinkin] whiskey an' i did not shave
Paralyzed, like'd didn't have no time
[pumping] [whimper] and round the road
A traveling man with a crooked van

Soda-pop oo sittin 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) - beck sings at the same time*

Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and i'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown

Let's be doin' it right

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ

I got options, i got cop shows, i get nauseous
And the sweat is day-glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial

O.g. -- original glue-sniffer

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [?]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[???] donut [?]

Uh, wait...

Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]

[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
Above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, i just took some acid (?)
[backwards:] [???] up your ass
[backwards:] [???] hot dog

It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what i'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion

On a highway unpaved going my way
You're so alone today
Like a ghost town i've found
There's no relief, no salt in the sea
Is it true what they say
You can't behave
You gamble your soul away
Measuring your dreams of this life seems
Like the gristle of loneliness

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

Like an nice age nice days
On your way sipping the golden dregs
On a rip tide freaks ride
Sleep inside a parasite's appetite
Oh say can't ya see the chemistry
The parasites, the cleanup fee
Death leather hands recycled cans
Get well cards to the hostage vans

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

You're a deadweight right straight
On your way sunk in the midnight shade
Skies burn eyes turn
Learning to counterfeit their disease
In this town where we roam
We bluff our souls on canteen patios
Drink the greatest draft
The music drags the music drags the music drags...

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

Death is comin' to get you, it's mighty plain to see
With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
He's got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves
Suckin' all the air up 'til there's nothin left to breathe

He don't care you're not ready he don't care if you're not dressed
You beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with blank checks
Cuz he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
And he's comin to your house when you're watchin' a football game

Well he's pullin' up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
And his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white
He's crawlin' up the stairs with the can of mace
He's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face

He sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
He fills up the room with fashion and disease...well
He bread(?) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn

Throws frisbees with your records pours blood on the walls
Uses your telephone to make long-distance calls
He's laughin' at your diary, he's pukin' on your suits
He's dancin' on your forehead in your hikin' boots

He's crawlin' up the chimney, he's fallin' through the roof
He ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze
He's coverin' you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
He's sendin' back all the bills that you've thought you paid

He's got eveything you own out on the patio
And he's givin' it away to people you don't even know
Well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed
You're mutilated, molested and unemployed

Bogusflow (version 2) / kcrw radio appearance 1994

Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face
And paste it up into the sky
'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful
Like a dishrag laying in the street
Uptight beyond belief
Cut a hole in the floor to see
How close to hell we're standing

Got the travelling vitamin c blues
Police lady staring at my shoes
Holy ghost, moldy toast
Riding lampost
Excitement level: zero

Rock the casbah, bring the noise
Pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core
Adults with cordless personalities
Running around in new wave bionic jogging suits
(spoken: ... gimme some of that noise)

California white boy sound
Rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
New age, old age-- completely totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards
With the sound completely turned all the way off