BECK

Tablature mellow gold album

Beck
Pop/Rock
Ajouter à mes artistes favoris
Format : Mellow gold album, Beck
Version #2778330 mise en tablature par Inconnu
Difficulté : 5/10

Mellow gold album, Beck

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: BobaVader@aol.com Date: Thu, 21 Dec 1995 00:05:02 -0500 Subject: Mellow Gold Album Lyrics - Beck @Artist: Beck @Album: Mellow Gold *************************************************************************** "Mellow Gold" -- Beck (DGC Records) Songs: Loser / Pay No Mind / Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) / Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 / Soul Suckin Jerk / Truckdrivin Neigbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) / Sweet Sunshine / Beercan / Steal My Body Home / Nitemare Hippy Girl / Mutherfucker / Blackhole *************************************************************************** Thanks to truck, beck gurl, and beercan boy. @Song: Loser In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins so 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 keeps 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 buckshot) Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare banned all the music with a phony gas chamber 'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag one's got on the pole shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job the daytime crap with the folksinger slop he hung himself with a guitar string slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on 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 who'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 perdidor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (drive-by body pierce) (yo bring it on down) soooooooyy.... (I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (I can't believe you) Soy un perdidor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdidor<br> I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? [repeat] (Sprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdidor <br> I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin'?) @Song: Pay No Mind (This's song two on the album This is the album right here Put on the album) Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure That's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind Give the finger to the rock and roll singer As he's dancing upon your paycheck The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky Like a giant dildo crushing the sun That's why I pay no mind I sleep in slime I just got signed So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams Get out your ten-foot flags The insects are huge and the poison's all been used And the drugs won't kill your day job Honey, that's why I pay no mind I pay no mind I pay no mind That's why I pay no mind [x7] @Song: Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) I ain't got no inclination Give away my sweet sensation Sleepin' in an old toolshed Scumbag cryin' on his pillow Oooh... When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey Fuckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey Found myself in New Orleans With a scarecrow in my jeans Feed my forehead through the ceilin' Drank my coffee with a hubcap Yeah Oooh... When you want to be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head No no no no Fuckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey Devil's got pantyhose on his head Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got's cornbread Well, you turn my body into a crutch And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch Oh yeah Oooh... Oooh... Float out on my checkout boot [?] Runnin' wild on the bayou Now talkin' on a walkie-talkie Credit card glued to my hand Feels good Oooh... When you wanna be with me then we will see Who's fuckin' with my head Hey hey hey hey No no no no Fuckin' with my head Make me feel like an asshole I ain't got no soul I ain't got no soul No no no no No no no no No no no no No no no no @Song: Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 (one more time) I was born in this hotel washing dishes in the sink magazines and free soda trying hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn She can talk to squirrels coming back from the convalescent home staring at sports cars crying rattlesnake on the ceiling gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn @Song: Soul Sucking Jerk I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair running through the mini mall in my underwear I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home sun went down I got frozen to the bone 'til a hooker let me share her fake fur coat as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm I knew I never ever should have burnt my uniform He said too bad. You want to bite the bullet hard son? I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun and I crawled out the window with my shadow on a spoon dancing on the roof, shooting holes in the moon get busy, get busy, you know it I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack [repeat] Standing right here with a beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barn better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm whistling dixie with the dixie cup filled with the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill big fat fingers pointing into my face telling me to get busy cleaning up this place I got bent like a wet cigarette and she's coming after me with a butterfly net riding on the bloodhound ringing the bell black cat wrapped in the road map to hell pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall so give me what I got to get so I can go cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no mo(re) I ain't going to work for no soul-sucking jerk I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't saying jack @Song: Truckdrivin Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat) Acid casualty with a reposessed car Vietnam vet playin' air guitar It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs Yeah Yeah Whiskey stained buck-toothed backwoods creep Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs Oh, yeah Yeah Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs Oh Oh, my goodness Oh... [etc.] Mmm... [etc.] Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe Growin' hair like a shag rug on a greasy back It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin' neighbours downstairs Oh my goodness Oh my goodness [Sung under the following:] Oh... [etc.] Oh, yeah Come on, Honey, feel the grease Grease, grease Come on, Honey, feel the grease Oh, my goodness Come on, Honey, feel the grease Oh yeah Come on, lay it on me Bring it down one more time Come on, Honey... @Song: Sweet Sunshine Judge [?] me on the inside with a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa, lady, wanna Shake and Bake me Bucket full of blood [???] Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine Bucket full of blood [???] Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more [???] full of bread with your [???] we are [???] and [???] and [???] Grab your wine, tell me where you been With the violin crime [?] and the moon gettin' thin Grab your wine, take me where you been With the violin [???] and the moon gettin' thin I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball I wanna climb up on the rug I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball Lay on to the dawn and [???] sensation [???] timin' full of [???] and I kill my master nation [?] Got a bucket full of blood [???] Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine Got a bucket full of blood [???] Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the devil and get me some more @Song: Beercan Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside dancing woman throwing plates decapitating their laughing dates swirling chickens caught in flight out of focus much too bright coming down shiny teeth game show suckers trying to bleed but I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love How you like me now pretty good going on feeling strong I quit my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking the cold wind down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody been over twice painting the walls throwing some dice leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief and they were singing like this why go throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between the bun now I wandering now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness fluffy clouds jumping rainbows fluffy clouds I'm sad jumping rainbows I saw him stuck in place [repeat] [chorus] oh that's cold somebody put a flame-thrower on me oh yeah I like it like that somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass @Song: Steal My Body Home Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the town And the women learnin' to bow [?] Can't complain about the mess Momma killed her only dress Now she's longin' for the pines Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine [???] On the train they cannot feel Lost my head beneath the wheel Now she steals my body home The trees are fake, the air is dead The birds are stuffed with poison lead And the ground is much too clean And if it's only me who's scared Strap 'em to the 'lectric chairs Ring the moon like a broken bell When she drags you from the hill Daddy's gonna burn down the still We can watch it from the rooftop Ooh... [etc.] Lay into the fryin' pan Now she kisses her own hand With the fiddle on the fire I took a leap into the fog Sleepin' on a hollow log Now I'm coughin' with no mouth You can keep yourself inside But you know you cannot lie When the devil's your only friend Nnn, nnn... [etc.] @Song: Nitemare Hippy Girl She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin She's a nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Self-conscious and a little bit fruity It's a new age let-down in my face She's so spaced out and there ain't no space She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style [Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.] She's a nightmare hippy girl With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world She's a whimsical, tragical beauty Uptight and a little bit snooty Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.] She's a magical, sparklin' tease She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze Yo, she's busting out onto the scene With nightmare bogus poetry She's a melted avocado on the shelf She's the science of herself She's spazing out on a cosmic level And she's meditating with the devil She's cooking salad for breakfast She's got tofu the size of Texas She's a witness to her own glory She's a never-ending story She's a frolicking depression She's a self-inflicted obsession She's got a thousand lonely husbands She's playin' footsie in another dimension She's a goddess milking the time for all that it's worth @Song: Mutherfuker yo homey don't play that game hey mr. asshole what you dirty asshole sitting in your castle judging everyone you're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill why don't you break your face or mine everyone's out to get you motherfucker [repeat] total paranoia trying to annoy you everything I do is to try to fuck you up screw chum chewin the house of spasm drunk so long in this situation everyone's out to get you motherfucker [repeat] @Song: Blackhole Windy Windy looking for a better home gotta be gotta be running out of lightbulbs crowded crowded open to a wastecan yellow car yellow car better be inside there wake up wake up nothing's gonna harm you glass wall glass wall standing on the furniture little boy little boy laying on a sleeping bag watching watching through the cracks of his eyelids stranger stranger feeling like a broken stone lost him lost him standing on the orange chairs alphabet alphabet can't afford a telephone black hole black hole nothing's gonna harm you BobaVader@aol.com "The limitations are limitless" - beck


Aide la communauté à toujours proposer les meilleures tabs en premier : cette tab n'a pas encore reçu assez de votes !
Clique sur les étoiles ci-dessous pour donner ton avis sur sa qualité.
Note cette tablature :



Connecte toi pour déposer un commentaire sur cette tablature !

tablature mellow gold album beck

Cette mellow gold album de beck est la création ou l'interprétation personnelle de l'artiste qui l'a déposé.
Conformément aux dispositions du Code de la Propriété Intellectuelle, seule l'utilisation de cette représentation pour un usage privé, réduite au cercle de famille, et la reproduction (impression, téléchargement) pour un usage strictement personnel, sont autorisés.
Rappel : Pour se conformer aux lois sur la propriété intellectuelle, les paroles de chansons ne sont pas autorisées sur Partoch.com. Retour aux Tablatures de beck.