Beck Lyrics Ipsum

'cause he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name 'cause i'm in need of a good hot meal 'couldn't let myself to go a donde a gambler's purse lays on the road a night that's so blue a thousand grizzled nerves hangin' loose at the end a throwaway from an open grave ah ah yea, fake it 'til you make it ahhhhhhhhhh all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all dressed like vagabonds all the jewels in heaven alright here's a stupid song i wrote today and all the roads are blocked off and all those jokes have already been written and asks me what i got to show and gimme some weight-loss pills and i am not a creature and i have read in paper books and i heard of that japanese girl and i let my twig fly in the wind... and i opened up the taco stand and if it's all a lie and if it's only me who's scared and it's marked upon their faces and my shiverin voice is singing and paste it up into the sky and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags.

'cause it's lonely here 'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a helicopter searchlight a house of disrepute, the dust of opiates a perfect, stupid, cardboard reject ah yea, fake it 'til you make it alphabet, alphabet and all the roads are blocked off and all the streets, they reek of tropical charms and all your hopes can be derailed and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white and i am not a creature and i broke out in a rash and i didn't have no cash and i'm puttin' it down and if it ain't your time to go and it better be long as the troubles in my head and it's flamin' like a steak and love will be new, never cold and vacant and set up a whole new show and talk to your devils and the bandages are the same and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the eyes goin' blind and your hair is turnin' white and the lands on up ahead and the show was whimsical and sublime and their tongues are full of heartless tales and when the sun is down.

'cause nobody knows 'cause they drag us down into the ruins 'cause we're on the good ship 'til the dirt gets wet a bankrupt corpse a final curse a judas trainwreck a life lived under glass ah yeah, weed-whack that thing ah, yeah ahhhhhhhhhh alphabet, alphabet and i didn't have no cash and i heard of that japanese girl and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball autopilot drivers.