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terça-feira, 18 de outubro de 2022

Beck - Nitemare Hippy Girl


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

sexta-feira, 28 de julho de 2017

Beck - Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock)



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

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

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

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

segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012

Beck - Blackhole



Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be, gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded, crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there

Wake up, wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall, glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy, little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching, watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids

Stranger, stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him, lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet, alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole, black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you

segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011

Beck - Loser



In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with the loser in the cruise control
Babys in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in 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 burnin down the trailer park

Soy un perdidor
I’m a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?

The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with the phony gas chamber
Cos one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and its hangin from a pigeon wing
So get right if you cant relate
Trade the cash for the beat for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin on a termite
Who’s choking on the splinters

Soy un perdidor
I’m a loser baby, so why dont you kill me?