Тексты песен «Beck»

I see you there Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know What you're thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns...

I see you there Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what you're thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns...

The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cos there's only rehashed faces On the bread line tonight Soon you'll be a figment Of some infamous life...

brother are you really here? the package I received is gone are you a phantom detective can you read my soul backwards? I will glide with you if you are a backwards ghost I will hire you brother are you really home...

Long ago things to be Ive got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands nobody cares what i do Long ago things to do I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew I've got work...

Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van pongalo junto invitacion extra?. Despierto, alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros, acendemos en...

Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao Despierto, alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros, acendemos...

"Canceled Check" I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless Your girlfriends think you're a saint I'll give you a quarter I'll...

i hate to do this but you're a pain in the neck i thought you knew this you're handing me a canceled check you're so helpless your girlfriends think you're a saint i'll give you a quarter i'll keep my judgements...

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...

Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in my mind Control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes...

"Chain Reaction" Comin thru the barricades Cuttin the lines The red lights goin round Like insanity sirens The end of the galaxy The middle of the road Where the blackout moons Cut the weather of couls Black...

I can't believe What we've Seen outside You and me Watching the jets Go by Oh, ooh, oh Oh, ooh, oh Down by the sea So many people Already drowned You and me Watching the sea Full of people Try not to...

I'll clap my hands along and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill and spend it all before the bombs will kill me I'll save my best for last...

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...

Cold Brains, Unmoved, Untouched, Unglued Alone at last no thoughts, no mind to rot behind a trail of disasters a final the curse abandoned hearse we ride disowned corroded to the bone the fields of green...

[Verse 1] I'll find you and go right through walls we made I see you, I need you every day It's nothing, it's your life I don't know why, I can't get what I want I keep, I keep trying [Pre-Chorus] Found our way through...

all my days I had moldy bread robot brains and the flyin' airplanes hollowed out and filled with dust rockin' like a hurricane under the rug bored to the core on a sunken boat a worn out candle and a plastic coat a...

Plastic donut, can of spam There's no kindness in this land Better not let my good gal catch you here She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer Coffee clothing pasted on Clean my gravestone when...

plastic donut, can of spam there's no kindness in this land better not let my good gal catch you here she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer coffee clothing pasted on clean my gravestone when I'm...