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Glastonbury, Beck
Glastonbury
Release type: Concert
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Release date:

1997

 
Duration: 47:05  
Size, Mb: 43,21  
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128

 
Price for album: 0.88 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Loser Lyrics
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)
03:33 128 3,26 0.10
2
Novacane Lyrics
Keep on truckin' like a novacane hurricane
Low 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
Smoke stack black top novacane boy
Got some rum, long horn drum
Detonate with the suicide gate
Test-tube, still-born and dazed
Chump scum plays in the razor's haze
Got the momentum radioactive
Meltdown!

Circumsized with the operation
full spectrum generation
Cyanide ride down the turnpike
After hours on the miracle mic
Grinding the gears eighteen wheels
Rigs and robots riding on their heels
(?) roadblock making a cell block
Heats and infernos burning like drano
Down the horizon purple gasses
Semi-trucks hauling them asses
Novacane, hit the road express mode
Explode!

Novacane! Novacane!
03:30 128 3,20 0.10
3
Hotwax Lyrics
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass
In my radio smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the captain's clothes
Tender horns blowin' in my jury 'fros

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro *

I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack
Shocked my finger, spots on my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned, sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man

Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced honchos gettin' busy with me
Because I get down I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro *

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western Unions of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you got the hotwax residues
You never lose in your razor blade 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 I'm flipping like birds

Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en el cerebro. *

girl: "who are you?"
man: "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm."
girl: "why did you come here?"
man: "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...."

*chorus translation: "I'm a broken record,
I have bubblegum in my brain"
05:03 128 4,64 0.10
4
The New Pollution Lyrics
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying 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 camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
03:25 128 3,14 0.10
5
Debra Lyrics 04:15 128 3,90 0.10
6
Sissyneck Lyrics
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 getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

All my friends
Tell me something is getting 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
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time

Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' 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 ol' 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

[scream] Ahhhowwww!!
04:19 128 3,96 0.10
7
Jackass Lyrics 03:43 128 3,40 0.10
8
One Foot In The Grave Lyrics
There's a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long as the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave

Well, I was sittin' at home, cookin' up a steak
Satan came down, dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave

Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone

Woo!
Woo!
04:04 128 3,74 0.10
9
Asshole Lyrics
your brains went black
when she took back her love
and put it out into the sun
the birds did fly
when the heavens all went dry
and the cigarettes were smoking by themselves

she'll do anything
she'll do anything
she'll do anything
to make you feel like an asshole

call her name
she looks the same as you
question marks stretched across her skin
she dangles carrots
makes you feel embarrassed
to be the fool you know you are

she'll do anything
she'll do anything
she'll do anything
to make you feel like an asshole
02:25 128 2,23 0.10
10
Where It's At Lyrics 09:19 128 8,52 0.10
11
Devil's Haircut Lyrics 03:31 128 3,22 0.10