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Mutations
by Beck
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Overall Rating:
3.0825
Avg. Critic Score:
3.1857
Mutations Lyrics
Lyrics
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- Cold brains unmoved
- Untouched unglued alone at last
- No thoughts, no mind
- To rot behind a trail of disasters
- A final curse abandoned hearse
- We ride disowned corroded to the bone
- The fields of green are bent obscene
- I lay upon the gravel
- A worm of hope, a hangman's rope
- Pulls me one way or the other
- A final curse abandoned hearse
- We ride disowned corroded to the bone
- A bird of song is heard no longer
- In the evacuated heavens
- The drain is drawn and drained and gone
- And on and on, it doesn't matter
- A final curse abandoned hearse
- We ride disowned corroded to the bone
- Treated you like a rusty blade, a throwaway from an open grave
- Cut you loose from a chain gang who let you go
- And on the day you said it's true, some love holds, some gets used
- Tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet
- Who could ever be so cruel? Blame the devil for the things you do?
- It's such a selfish way to lose, the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- When the moon is a counterfeit, better find the one that fits
- Better find the one that lights the way for you
- When the road is full of nails, garbage pails and darkened jails
- And the tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you
- Who would ever notice you? You fade into a shaded room
- It's such a selfish way to lose, the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Tell me that it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own
- Lazy flies all hovering above, the magistrate puts on his gloves
- And he looks to the clouds all pink and disheveled
- There must be some blueprint, some creed of the devil inscribed in our minds
- A hideous game vanishes in the air, the vanity of slaves
- Who wants to be there to sweep the debris?
- To harness dead horses, to ride in the sun
- A life of confessions written in the dust
- Out in the mangroves, the myna birds cry
- In the shadows of sulphur, the trawlers drift by
- They're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
- The dust of opiates and syphillis patients on brochure vacations
- Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
- The puritans stare, their souls are flourescent
- The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
- Matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
- Their hand-grenade eyes invalid and blind
- A hideous game vanishes in thin air, the vanity of slaves
- Who wants to be there to sweep the debris?
- To harness dead horses, to ride in the sun
- A life of confessions written in the dust
- Lalalalalalalala...
- I hate to do this, but you're a pain in the neck.
- I thought you knew this, you're handing me a canceled check.
- You're so helpless. Your girlfriends think you're a saint.
- I'll give you a quarter. I'll keep my judgments to myself.
- And I get caught up in the moonlight.
- Reaching out for a rotten egg, I don't want to beg.
- It's crystal clear, your time is nearly gone.
- Count your blessings and do the things that you should.
- All the has-beens have never had it so good.
- Stormy weather, the kids are making a racket.
- In the wilderness, the wild lives are so mild.
- And I get caught up in the moonlight.
- Reaching out for a rotten egg, I don't want to beg.
- It's crystal clear, your time is nearly gone.
- And I get caught up in the moonlight.
- Reaching out for a rotten egg, I don't want to beg.
- It's crystal clear, your time is nearly gone.
- These withered hands have dug for a dream
- Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
- Over the hill, a desolate wind
- Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
- The end of the end, we live again
- Oh I grow weary of the end
- Oh hungry days in the footsteps of fools
- Gazing alone through sex-painted windows
- Dredging the night, drunk libertines
- Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland
- The end of the end, we live again
- Oh I grow weary of the end
- Love is a plague in a mix-match parade
- Where the castaways look so deranged
- When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
- And love will be new, never cold and vacant
- These withered hands have dug for a dream
- Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
- The end of the end, we live again
- Oh I grow weary of the end
- When they beat upon a broken guitar
- And on the streets, they reek of tropical charms
- The embassies lie in hideous shards
- Where tourists snore and decay
- When they dance in a reptile blaze
- You wear a mask, an equatorial haze
- Into the past, a colonial maze
- Where there's no more confetti to throw
- You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
- Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
- Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
- You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs
- To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze
- They seem to strut in their millenial fogs
- Until they fall down and deflate
- You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
- Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
- Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted
- Oh now you've had your fun under an air-conditioned sun
- It's burned into your eyes, leaves you plain and left behind
- I see them rise and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love
- You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
- Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
- Misery waits in vague hotels to be a victim
- Where will you go when this day is over?
- A gambler's purse lays on the road straight to your door
- The snakes have gone crazy tonight
- Winding their way out of sight
- A laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted
- Seasons of strangers that come and go
- Doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town
- Who could disown themselves now?
- Engineer, slow down this old train
- Cinders and chaff laugh at the moon
- Night birds will cackle, rotting like apples on trees
- Sending their dead melodies to me
- Da da da da...
- I just found me a bottle of blues, some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
- Ain't it hard, ain't it hard to want somebody who doesn't want you?
- And I been waiting for a year, or a day, some strange weather must be blowing my way
- 'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay or be left behind
- Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
- Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
- I get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
- And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
- Eagles drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown
- On a backwards river, the infidels shiver in the stench of belief
- And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late, I'm over the rails and out of the race
- The crippled songs of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears
- Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
- Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
- I get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
- And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
- There's nothing that I won't play, uh-huh yeah, what?
- Well I just found me a bottle of blues, some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
- Aint it hard, ain't it hard to want somebody who doesn't want you?
- Holding hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy
- Put a nickel in a graveyard machine, I get higher and lower
- I get higher and lower like a tired solder with nothing to shoot
- And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues, bottle of blues
- Doodoo doo... and all my folks in the back room... dadadada... lalala
- There is no one, nothing to see, the night is useless and so are we
- Because everybody knows the fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams
- And I've been looking for a good time, but the pleasures are seldom and few
- There's no whiskey, there's no wine, just the concrete and a worried mind
- Because everybody knows death creeps in slow 'til you feel safe in his arms
- And I've been looking for a new friend and I don't care if he's decrepid and grey
- La la la la la
- La la la la la
- La la la la la
- O Maria, haven't you known days so careless all on your own?
- Because everybody knows the circus is closed and the animals have gone wild
- And I've been looking for my shadow, but this place is so bright and so clean
- There is no one, nothing to see, the night is useless and so are we
- Because everybody knows the fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams
- And I've been looking for a good time, but the pleasures are seldom and few
- La la la la la
- La la la la la
- Shall we do another one then? Let's go. Alright.
- A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked
- The night is younger than us
- Nowhere is anywhere else, you keep to yourself
- Stirring the dregs where I have laid
- The exit signs are flashing
- Dead ends they won't come to life anymore
- I pledge the rest, I should have guessed
- Your love was hanging by threads
- Tongues tied under the moon
- My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs
- The misers wind their minds like clocks that grind their gears on and on
- And if it's meant, some accident, some coincidence
- Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by
- The dust clouds blow when nobody's home
- Oh won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire and sing it again?
- Oh won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire and sing it again?
- Ahahahahah
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
- Offices and fountains that they named for you
- Dazzlements of accidents, rejoice their doom
- Hari-karis spinning 'round the golden looms, ahh ahh
- Girl, you dream infections from the nauseous heart
- Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
- Hear that lonesome whistle blow
- No direction to be known in a senile revelry
- A tearful gaze turns away, emoting cold and grey
- Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
- Offices and fountains that they named for you
- So ungrateful to the who's-and-what's-his-face
- Perilous confections look so out of place
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
- Looking back at some dead world that looks so new
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