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Odelay
by Beck
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Overall Rating:
3.5575
Avg. Critic Score:
3.8240
Odelay Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song like a frying pan when the fires gone
- Driving my pig while the bands taking pictures in the grass and my radios smashed
- And I like pianos in the evening sun, dragging my heels til my day is done
- Saturday night in the captains clothes, tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze
- Yo soy un disco quebrado... yo tengo chicle en cerebro
- I cant believe my way-back-when, my Cadillac pants going much too fast
- Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack, community service and Im still the mack
- Shocking my finger, spicing my hand, I been spreading disease all across the land
- Beautiful, air-conditioned, sittin in the kitchen wishin I was livin like a hitman
- Face down in the guarantees, jaundiced honchos gettin busy with ease
- Cause I get down, I get down, I get down all the way
- Yo soy un disco quebrado... yo tengo chicle en cerebro
- Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders, western unions of the country westerns
- Silver foxes looking for romance in their chainsmoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
- And youve got the hotwax residues, you never lose in your razorblade shoes
- Stealing pesos out of my brain, hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
- Radar systems piercing the souls, you never get caught with the wax so rotten
- All my days I got the grizzly words, hijacked flavors that are flipping like birds
- Yo soy un disco quebrado... yo tengo chicle en cerebro
- Who are you?
- I am the enchanting wizard of rhythm.
- Why did you come here?
- I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe.
- Ahhhh. Roll out the big one.
- You only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door
- And you're taking for granted what the Lord's layed on the floor
- So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for sale
- Throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail
- 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
- Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
- You give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall
- Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain
- Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
- You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
- Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
- Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink
- 'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
- Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
- Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill
- Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain
- Yeah, odelay odelay odelay odelay, just passin' through
- Odelay odelay odelay odelay
- Goin' back to Houston, do the hot dog dance
- Goin' back to Houston to get me some pants
- Doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo...
- She's got a cigarette on each arm
- She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
- She's got a carborateur tied to the moon
- Pink eyes looking to the fruit of the ages
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's got a hand on the wheel of pain
- She can talk to the manglin' strangers
- She can sleep with a firy ball
- Throw her troubles to the dyin' embers
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's got a paradise camouflouge
- Like a whipcrack sending me shivers
- She's a boat in a stripmine ocean
- Riding low on the drunken rivers
- She's alone in the new pollution
- She's alone in the new pollution
- I dropped my anchor in the dead of night, unpacked my suitcase and threw it away
- I fell asleep in the funeral fire, I gave my clothes to the policeman
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- Shooting venom at the passers-by, hijackers tie the heavens down
- Put my eyes in a paper bag, spinnin' 'round like a gamblin' wheel
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- I drop my anchor in the dead of night, unpacked my suitcase and threw it away
- I fell asleep in the funeral fire, I gave my clothes to the policeman
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
- Funky baby.
- Keep on truckin' like a novacane hurricane
- No static on the paranoid shortwave
- Short fuse, got to dismantle
- Code red: what's your handle?
- Mission incredible, undercover convoy
- Full tilt chromosome cowboy
- X-ray search and destroy
- Smokestack blacktop novacane boy
- Got so numb, longhorn drums
- Detonate with the suicide gate
- Test tube stillborn days
- Telescope rays in the rabies haze
- Got the momentum
- Radioactive meltdown!
- Step aside for the operation
- Full spectrum generation
- Cyanide ride down the turnpike
- After hours on the miracle mike
- Grinding the gears, eighteen wheels
- Pigs and robots riding on their heels
- Plowin' through a roadblock
- Making a sandblast
- Diesel inferno moving like Drain-o
- Down the horizon, purple gasses
- Semi-trucks hauling their asses
- Novacane, hit the road
- Expressway explode
- Novacane! Novacane!
- I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes
- Loose ends tyin' a noose in the back of my mind
- If you thought that you were making your way
- To where the puzzles and pagans lay
- I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation
- When I wake up, someone will sweep up my lazy bones
- And we will rise in the cool of the evening
- I remember the way that you smiled
- When the gravity shackles were wild
- But something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
- I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes
- Loose ends tyin' a noose in the back of my mind
- If you thought that you were making your way
- To where the puzzles and pagans lay
- I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation
- There's a destination a little up the road
- From the habitations and the towns we know
- A place we saw the lights turned low
- The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
- Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
- And just clap your hands
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Take me home with my elevator bones!
- That was a good drum break...
- Pick yourself up off the side of the road
- With your elevator bones and your whipflash tones
- Members Only, hypnotizers
- Move through the room like ambulance drivers
- Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
- Hirsutes with the parachute fruits
- Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
- Check the man Gary Wilson rocks the most
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- What about those who swing both ways? AC/DCs?
- Let's make it out, baby
- Cheese
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Two turntables and a microphone
- We're all part of the total scene
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Oh dear me! Make Out City is a two-horse town.
- That's beautiful, Dad.
- Got my microphone. . .
- There's a destination a little up the road
- From the habitations and the towns we know
- A place we saw the lights turned low
- The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
- Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
- Two turntables and a microphone
- Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
- And just clap your hands
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
- I got plastic on my mind!
- Makin' out, baby . . . let's make it . . . let's make out, baby.
- Telephone, plastic, baby!
- Oh it's all goooooood . . . ah yeah, let's burn it good.
- The last survivor with a boiled crown
- Another casualty with a casual frown
- The janitor vandals will bark in your face
- Juveniles with the piles and paste
- It's a sensation, a bankrupt corpse
- In the garbage classes with the crutches of force
- Don't be confused when the fuse is up
- And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup
- When the cup is filled, you can run and be killed
- In the billion miles and the muscles that build
- Radiation, feel the force
- Karaoke, vomiting whores
- The scouts of zero heed their call
- Rubbing in the blindness of them all
- With the canker sores and the robot pills
- Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
- It's a sensation, a bankrupt corpse
- In the garbage classes with the crutches of force
- Force! Force! Force!
- I don't need no wheels, I don't need no gasoline
- 'Cause the wind that is blowing is blowing like a smoke machine
- If I said to you that I was looking for a place to get to
- 'Cause my neck is broken and my pants ain't gettin' no bigger
- I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good old boys
- I'm writing my will on a three-dollar bill in the evening time
- All my friends tell me something is gettin' together
- I got a beard that would disappear if I'm dressed in leather
- Now let me tell you about my baby, she was born in Arizona
- Sittin' in the jailhouse tryin' to learn some good manners
- I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good old boys
- I'm writing my will on a three-dollar bill in the evening time
- Matchstick strike when I'm riding my bike to the depot
- As everybody knows my name at the recreation center
- If I could only find a nickel, I would pay myself off tonight
- 'Cause nobody knows where the good times are passed out cold
- I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good old boys
- I'm writing my will on a three-dollar bill in the evening time
- I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good old boys
- I'm writing my will on a three-dollar bill in the evening time
- Don't talk to me if you're looking for somebody to cry on
- Don't talk to me if you're looking for somebody to cry on
- An open road where I can breathe
- Where the lowest low is calling to me
- I can pull myself back up, back down
- Stuck together like a readymade
- Nobody knows where we've been
- Canceled rations are running thin
- Watches tick out of tune
- Falling apart like a readymade
- And my bags are waiting in the next life
- Rubbish piles fresh and plain
- Empty boxes in a pawnshop brain
- License plates stowaway
- Standing in line like a readymade
- And my bags are waiting in the next life
- An open road where I can breathe
- Where the lowest low is calling to me
- I can pull myself back up, back down
- Stuck together like a readymade
- And my bags are waiting in the next life
- High five... high five
- Come on, 8 everybody, come on now 7, 6, 5, huh
- Gimme five, oh yeah, I like that shit
- Gimme five, gimme five, no jive, gimme five
- When I arrive like a high five, or a slap in the face, I love the taste
- All my days with my wheelchair ways, watch me glide in my suicide high
- I don't mean to cause a holy commotion when I step to the room with a powerful motion
- Leopard-skin, let the record spin round and round with the speed of sound
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- Rocky mountain low, we got to go, put that casket in a random mode
- Purple candy, rocking the Tandy, rhumba bloodshot, doing the foxtrot
- In my car sweating like a dog, beers and tears, new frontiers
- On my way from the 'Frisco Bay, Dixieland, soda pop man
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- Yeah, put that machine in the Latin mode
- Talkin' about poppin' tacos, back back in the last century
- Turn that shit off, man!
- What's wrong with you, man?
- Get the other record. Damn.
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- High 5, more dead than alive, rockin' the plastic like a man from a casket
- OK, now, do you like the sound of jeans?
- Everybody say say say ooh la la Sassoon!
- Come on, come on, come on, one more time.
- Let me hear you say ooh la la Sassoon.
- Now all the ladies, all the ladies say Sergio Valente.
- Sing it girl! Let me hear you say Sergio Valente.
- Jordache turn it out!
- You've been so long
- Your blind eyes are gone
- Your old bones are on their own
- So take off your coat
- Put a song in your throat
- Let the dead beats pound all around
- We will go nowhere we know
- We don't have to talk at all
- Hand-me-downs, flypaper towns
- Stuck together one and all
- The bargains you've dragged
- Buckets and bags
- And all your belongings
- Your train's in the sand
- Ramshackle land
- Let the rats watch the races
- We will go nowhere we know
- 'Til we found our one and all
- Hand-me-downs, flypaper towns
- Stuck together one and all
- Praises get spent
- Your trick faces bent
- Pig sties and prizes
- 'Cause there's no kind of wealth
- You're shooting yourself
- You leave yourself behind
- We will go nowhere we know
- 'Til we found our one and all
- Your hand-me-downs, flypaper towns
- Stuck together one and all
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