Beck Lyrics Ipsum

A beaded necklace, a sight of perfect silence and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and the moon is laying low and they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing and those videos are better than love and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes.

'cause we're on the good ship a helicopter searchlight and all those jokes have already been written and do the things that you should and the band playin' down below.

A gambler's purse lays on the road a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted abandoned coal mine aching up their slavery smoke all of my feelings and a man standing on a window and all those jokes have already been written and he felt the food going down and coming back and i am not a creature and i got no focus and phone machines and a fax machine and run-on sentences and take them down and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the night's just begun and the stains on my clothes and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about and there's weight-loss pills and you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes and your umbrella was a tangled mess.