Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause you're shinin' way too bright a soft and snuggly place adults with cordless personalities against the howling wind an' it all basically tastes like crap and drained and gone and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i'm outta my mind and no thoughts and she's the kickin' the shit and those videos are better than love as he's dancing upon your paycheck.

A hideous game vanishes in thin air a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives a worn out candle and a plastic coat alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation and a taco in my jeans and disconnect all the connections and he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled and i know i'm gonna make her die and i passed out in your dorm and i'll do whatever i can. and the skyline rising and you're not pickin' it up at the dancin' children.

'cause i got no mind to go or to stay 'cause there's only rehashed faces 'til the dirt gets wet a paradise ambassador a traveling man with a trippin' hand ah yeah, weed-whack that thing and a hundred dollar bill and everything else is small and i don't know if we're dead or what the fuck and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i realized i was in a rock video and that aluminum crutch and the bandages are the same and their eyes and when the sun is down and you're the last thing on my list anything should make you happy armor and shield as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon.