Beck Lyrics Ipsum

A fist pounding on a vending machine and my bags are waiting in the next life and the stains on my clothes. A night that's so blue and everywhere around us and i broke out in a rash and the dance floor's full and the girls don't talk when i'm around and they were singing like this at the halfway home.

'til i could hardly speak all the stars stripped from the sky and he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled and i am not a dog and i have read in paper books and i really don't think that i know what to do and i'll send it to you and the courage was sublime, pantomime and the girls don't talk when i'm around and the mayonnaise comes and the skyline rising and there must have been some pickles.

And he wanna be your lover and i'll send it to you. 'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name 'couldn't let myself to go ahh, everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka all the jewels in heaven all the things they said would happen to you and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i spent it to death and i'm outta my mind and love will be new, never cold and vacant and my shiverin voice is singing and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags and the cliches are gettin eaten up and the microphone all covered with flies and the stance i took on that and those videos are better than love.