Beck - Painted Eyelids

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.
'Cause it's lonely here in the ugly part of town.
The buildings are all vacant and the telephones are down.
There's a police siren singing like a tiger with no skin.
The sewer drain is glowing and I don't know which state I'm in.
And the river is on fire. There's chemicals and debris.
And all the roads are blocked off. They're just too hard to see.
So cancel my appointments and set up a whole new show.
'Cause I'm in need of a good hot meal and a life to call my own.
So get me a plate of money and get me a blanket and a chair.
The limitations are limitless. They're floating through the air.
'Cause 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.

Beck - Asshole

Your brains went black

when she took back her love

and she 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.

Beck - I've Seen The Land Beyond

From these shores where we belong
I have seen the land beyond
Where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen 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 land beyond

Through the troubles of the years
Through the heavenly apparition appears
And we're haunted by our own minds
When the spirit comes in disguise

Beck - I Get Lonesome

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...

Beck - He’s A Mighty Good Leader

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

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