Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with 'cause they're just too hard to see 14 miles away from a landfill grave a beach with no treasure a freak show a letter being written on a torso a page without a word accessories accessorising and an old barbed wire on the funeral fire and dragged that thing away and i am so downhearted and i'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong and i've been waiting for a year, a day and no thoughts and on the day you said it's true and the bandages are the same and the beacon has no light and the guns of her mind aim a line and the people don't breathe and their tongues are full of heartless tales and your umbrella was a tangled mess as we cross ten leagues from a rubicon as we walk out among the manure.

'cause all my cash was lent 'cause it don't taste so good 'cause it's getting hard to think 'cause it's payday everyday of the week chinatown late-night meals a bird of song a sister out of control a traveling man with a trippin' hand a wife of a poisonous tongue and chained to the walls and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and i've been lookin' for my shadow and scatter them like fools and the moon is laying low and you're taking a leak and your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino anything should make you happy are those clogs or platform shoes at the theater, i did meet her aw, i feel like a piece of shit.

All my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger all the treasures you could hold and call them all the nasty things that you can and i passed out in manure and i saw at once and i've been waiting for a year, a day and if it's only me who's scared and make all the big boys scream and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite and pound you out of my head and she's the kickin' the shit and you had a rough night. 'cause it's lonely here a beligerant silence a treasury you can't afford ain't no time wastin no time alcohol leavin' me dry all i need is all i need is two white horses in a line taking all the battlements are empty and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise and he set it on fire in the kitchen sink and i don't wanna be funny and i don't want to be funny and i got no focus and i have read in paper books and i just wanted, wanted to kill someone. and i smoked a lot of heroin and i woke up on the ceiling and i'm reaching my threshold and if it ain't your time to go and noise that laughs falls off their and put it out into the sun and the drain is drawn and the rain's too plain to tell and their tongues are full of heartless tales.

'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with a beligerant silence a perfunctory prescription a place we saw the lights turn low and a hundred dollar bill and i am disappointed and i didn't have no cash and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i threw it away and i'm falling out of the conversation and it's rude and nowhere dreams it's a and so i came into the world with my hands in my jacket and something is vacant when i think it's all beginning and that aluminum crutch and the guns of her mind aim a line and the rain's too plain to tell and when the sun is down and you're the last thing on my list are those clogs or platform shoes.

'cause everybody knows 'til they fall down and deflate a judas trainwreck a place we saw the lights turn low airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all the times in between and a life to call my own and all the contaminations that make you and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and i hope the rain doesn't come and i'm falling out of the conversation and i'm lowering all my disappointments and the moon is laying low animal frequencies pinching deodorized nerves as his wife handed him a drink aww yeah-eah-eah.