Three songs by Beck, in honor of his 41st birthday (yesterday)…
BTW, I always thought the words to the chorus of the first song were, 'It's nausea, oh, nausea, whack on…'
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqjHe1MmbAg&fmt=18"]Nausea Beck[/ame]
'Now, I'm a seasick sailor/On a ship of noise/I got my maps all backwards/And my instincts poised/In a truth blown gutter/Full of wasted years/Like blown-out speakers/Ringing in my ears…/Oh, it's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…/It's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…/Now, I'm a straight-line walker/In a black-out room/I push a shopping cart over/In an Aztec ruin/With my minion fingers/Working for some God/Who could see his own reflection/In a parking lot…/Oh, it's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…/No, it's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…/Now I'm a priest teenager/On a tower of dust/I'm a dead generator/In a cloud of exhaust/I eat alone in the desert/With skulls for my pets/I rate the days, one to ten/With lead cigarettes…/It's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…/It's nausea, oh, nausea/And we're gone…'
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDh_hzNh_Vc&fmt=18"]Jack-Ass Beck[/ame]
'I been drifting along in the same, stale shoes/Loose ends, tying the noose in the back of your mind/If you thought that you were making your way/To where the puzzles and pagans lay/I'll put it together; its 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…/And 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…'
This could be a song about my cock!
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVay-RfNGv8&fmt=18"]Beercan Beck[/ame]
'Just shake your boots, and let it all get loose/Ah, yeah! My goodness…'
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