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Beck
Beck


Информация
Настоящее имя Bek David Campbell
Дата рождения 8 июля 1970 г.
Место рождения Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Alternative Rock
Anti-folk
Годы 1988—н.в.
Лейблы Geffen Records
Interscope Records
XL Recordings
DGC Records
См. также The Flaming Lips
Devendra Banhart
Charlotte Gainsbourg
The White Stripes
JSBX
Сайт Website



Альбом Beck


A Western Harvest Field By Moonlight (1994)
1994
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Mayonaisse Salad
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Pinefresh
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Styrofoam Chicken (Quality Time)
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I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you

Ten foot man
Makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it

I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you

Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it

. . .

Mayonaisse Salad

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Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me
Who's gonna need me?

Someone's cryin, somone's changin
Someone's stayin just the same
She don't live here
I don't live here
Who's gonna live here?

Tell my baby I'm gettin home now
Tell my baby I'm gettin home
She don't need me
I don't need me

. . .



Lightning burned the fields
Black fire choked our breath
We huddled in the kitchen
Sand poured through the walls
We looked to one another
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose up
From the floor like a demon
Fearful of the death
That buckled through our minds
Shaken to the core
Foresaken and unkind
Well, the sun came a-shinin
And the dust did settle down
Birds and jack-rabbits
Lay dead on the ground
Electricity
Trembled in the skys
Sparks shot forward
Causing us to fly
Take some breakfast
But the grit was in our food
And everywhere around us
Starvation broke on through
My husband stood a-starin
At the plentiful disaster
God was in his eyes
But death was in his heart
Dried up whiskey
Chickens in the house
Stolen car stereo
Cholesterol on your mouth
Stolen car stereo
Snowman all in flames
Deluxe cockroach
Telling me what's real
Black Sabbath playing
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin

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Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit

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She is all I need
For here, for now
She is all I see
For here, for now
Gimme something to eat
For here, for now
She is all I need
For here, for now

. . .

Pinefresh

[Нет текста]

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I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright

When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just to small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair

Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
Cos you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin'
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life

. . .



It's a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit

. . .



A sparkle in the night
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced
Deeply into myself
Faceless
Emerging

. . .



Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit
Feel like a piece of shit

. . .

Styrofoam Chicken (Quality Time)

[Нет текста]

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