Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'bout barney 'cause it feels like i'm watching something dying 'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted 'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with a broken blanket, flaming sawdust a mouthfull of rotting cavities a night that's so blue, feed the aching in you all the stars stripped from the sky and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and he's givin' it away to people you don't even know and it's hard to eat and the food don't taste the same and the helicopter goin' by and the things that just eat away my soul and wash me down the gutter another ship in the bottle.

A hangman's rope ah, you got it aitakute waraenai hibi wa all of the people now all the peoples that make it all the riches and the ruins and every hour that passes and my shiverin voice is singing and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and talk to your devils and the courage was sublime, pantomime and the roof is falling down on my brain and the stance i took on that and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about and when there is no shelter. 'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown 'til i could hardly speak 'til the dirt gets wet a beligerant silence a throwaway from an open grave a trail of disasters aching in their slavery smoke all i can take from these scars is hope all the peoples that make it all the wonderful things he saw and all the distortion pedals are melted and i ate every one and i just started hating some people today. and i'll do whatever i can. and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and no thoughts and point it out with the dark sunglasses and the women, all runnin' around and they were singing like this and tore them limb from limb and you better not let my good gal catch you here and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves apocalyptic nostalgia tokens.

'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with a lion in the cage a treasury you can't afford ah, you got it all her boyfriends wanted to be dentists all the jewels in heaven and a smile on my face, condominiums rising above and he slammed the boxcar door and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i saw at once and my clothes are starting to shrink and my shoes worn out and used and run-on sentences and she fucked me up the ass and some good ol' boys and some of them gay and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the roof is falling down on my brain and there ain't nothin' like the real artificial and those videos are better than love and tightening above the buckles and tried to take my rest are bent obscene are you a phantom detective? as i say reason i'm late on as i took a little nap, the cops picked up us both.

Aitakute waraitakute nakitakute and all the memories i wanted to forget for making leaps and all the roads are blocked off and broken pantyhose and flaky skin, and he slammed the boxcar door and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i knew that i was right and i play with the fire in the stove and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing aw, i feel like a piece of shit.

'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'cause they're just too hard to see a mouthfull of rotting cavities a state i dearly love all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger and after i was done and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and chained to the walls and disconnect all the connections and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes and if i ask someone about you and just to spread the leg on the cracker and one by one and put your skeletons in jail. and the moon is laying low and the people don't breathe and there's weight-loss pills and these children leave their rulers behind and you better not let my good gal catch you here.