Beck Album

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues

Well the beans have been bakin'
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse in an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin' fucked up blues

I woke up on the futon

Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
Special people brown and white
Special people getting all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people word up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slice their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbing higher
Special people create belief
Special people steal some beef
Special people don't need your plans
Special people got recycling cans
Special people got songs to sing
Special people are happening
Special people stopping fast
Special people hauling ass
Special people are so sincere
Special people got special beer
Special people flick the grease
Special people come in peace
Special people will scrimp and save
Special people will never bathe
Special people in hot pursuit
Special people got the boot
Special people sleep in moss
Special people got the sauce
Special people open wide

Put my bony fingers on my sliding coffin
Drag upon the rag
It's a thing we gotta do
Kill my inspiration
Drowning in your Stationwagon

Pushing like a fishing pole
And just to spread the leg on the cracker
And the magic chicken claw

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
Ain't no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No honey, no honey
No honey, no money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey

One more time
Keep goin'
One more time

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey

What's your name?

Here's a story that I want to pass on to you that I think is... has meant a lot
to me. He said 'Ed, you have no control over the past, it's a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to
happen. Your maximum point of power in your life is now!

Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days

Never had trouble
All my days
Never had trouble
All my days

Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey

(Hey, I know who you are, but you don't know me)
(Ha ha ha!)
Talkin a lotta shit
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that)
Got a lotta shit on my mind
(I know that guy, man)
(That's the guy, man)
Got some bad feelings on me
[mumble]
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know that guy)
(Yea, he's going to your seat, man)
(Come to me, sorry to me, man)
(I make a problem for you my friend)
Fast, fast people coming to my house
(Ha ha ha!)
(I know man, make a problem very quick, very quick!)
(Ha ha ha!)
Telling me things I already know
(Woo!)
Some bad shit
Don't wanna touch it
It's like big, empty city
Full of toasters

You been a talkin' now
You been a rockin' now
You been a guessin' now
You been undressin' now
You goin' up and down
You got a super sound
You got a lotta cow
Stuck a shiny steak on me now

You been a duckin' down
you been a fuckin round
You been a ridin' now
You been decidin' now
You just a sucker clown
I'm just a fucker now
I got no money now
Say that ain't funny now!
Aww Yeah-eah-eah
Oh yeah, country now

You been a trippin' now
You been a dickin' now
You wanna ditch me now
Crack in the kitchen now
All of the people now
Crawlin' and creepin' now
If I could show you how
I think you're bogus now!
Now now Hey!
Hey Hey Hey
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Kill Me!

I'm totally fucked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fucked up. They gave me
so many drugs. But, uh... I'm gonna be here... Alright, what we're talkin about
here is... is kind of a... it's a heartland feeling... like, uh, Mellencamp, you
know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some...
a heartland folk singer. Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... uh, John Cougar
Mellencamp, Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger... that type of feeling. A Mellen
feeling. You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh... of a heartland
quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. And if you can't get just the
right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.

Old man johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin, goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's fallin asleep

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Yeah, nothin happenin
That's about it

Yeah

Well little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
Came into town not lookin for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him Dutch
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin out change
She kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin
That's about it

Ooo ooo
Yeah yeah yeah

Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
He was cold and he had a headache
Well his wife was cookin canned beans
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink

He was only a person
Who didn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it

Oh yeah
Ooo ooo ooo

Smiler was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
Down at the mini-mall shakin his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand
He found a sports car
With the keys in the ignition
It just seemed so easy
He took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo yeah

Well Janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin happenin
That's about it

Yea yeah yeah
Oh yeah

Bless this scepter
The genius too
Shit the eagle
Don't be cruel
My little sunchild
My blinding sun
Stab my power
Reap the reward
Supergolden black sunchild

Slice the mango
The drooling fool
Flare the nostril
Feeling cold
Sweating in the
Meadow of fate
Scratch me gently
Burning flame

My soul's suckin dry
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowds me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul's suckin dry
Famine in my hands
My soul's suckin dry
Emptiness surrounds me

I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
Feelings
Oh, feelings!
Lord I have so many feelings
And I know that I'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
I'm feeling all of these feelings
Lord I know that I'm healing
I'm trying to feel all of my feelings
Feelings that make me feel
That there's something more to be real
Lord I'm dealing with these feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Feelings
Oh no no
All of these feelings
When everything is turning
Turning into my feelings
And I know that something is feeling

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

When i was born
Lot's of people sayin' I looked like a dead man
but to them there was no kindness
And so I came into the world with my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lotta racket
Couldn't speak, but I could beat on a stick
O when that aeroplane comes with the lord
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored
there was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will I be ignored by the lord
Will I be ignored by the lord, by the lord
What for?
I may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
Will I be ignored
Will I be ignored by the lord

Fuckin' on my, fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Fuckin' talkin' to me
Oh! And I won't, and I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel... oh!
I wanna think, I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock 'n roll
My rack 'n roll
I got the soul
I got the soul
Got the soul
You got the soul
She got the soul
She rock 'n roll
She got the soul
She got the roll

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

Yo homey don't play that game

Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle
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 on my head

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Total paranoia trying to annoy you
Everything i do is to try and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge
Empty and cold, burning a light bulb...

Right now
Get down
Right now
People getttin' busy

Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy

People gettin' so busy

The man gave me a ticket
When I tried to kick it
Breathin' on my biscuit
Kissin' my finger

Car alarm is goin'
Saxophone is blowin'
Baby I been throwin' at the dancin' children

Everything's so phony
If you wanna phone me
You can be my homey
Give me some sympathy

Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy

Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy