Beck Album

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

He led my mother
He led my mother
He led my mother
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He led my mother
All the way

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader

Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic
On the other side of town

There's sleeping bags and fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot
And settle down awhile

'Cause it's getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is sagging down
Like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smoking' in an old ashtray
They just blow it out their nose
And say ok

So let's try to make it last
The past is still the past

Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan?
I get lonesome...

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome...

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound

I'm on the run with things to be
I've got a garden hose and a color TV
I've got time on my hands
I've got time on my hands
Nobody cares what I do

I'm on the run with things to do
I've got a burnt orange peel
And a potato stew
I've got work to get done
I've got work to get done
Nobody knows where to run

I've got a quart of milk
And some sound advice
I've got trees that are fake
But they smell so nice

Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you

Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash

Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking' fire
Going' down to the sea
They've got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking' out for themselves
When they ask you credit
You give them a branch
When they want to get it
You chew on the grass
I know, I know
'Cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you
In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool of your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling
They've got plastic in the afterlife
When they want you to cry
Leap up into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know, I know
It's the positive people
Running from their time

Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head
Folding into your clothing
Covering everything you said

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Dry up on the shoreline
Drinking everything you said
Offering food to the ladies
Bowing down in the mossened trees

Climb up into

Go back home
Bury my load
Yellow cat
Laying' flat on the road

It's been so long
Since I've been gone
Ziplock bag

Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred-dollar bill

Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night getting drunk
Sleeping on a hollow log

Walk 'til you're restless
Sleep 'til you're tired
Wake up without thinking

Forcefield There's a force field
Go outside with the suitcase 'round my neck
And it stands just where
Walk around all the while I've sat
And the stance I took on
Look at the people driving' that backwards
Leaves a Forcefield 'round with no particular style
My neck
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
And the stance I took on
Don't let it turn you into that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round
Things you hate the most
My neck
Roll out your silver dollar coffins
Roll out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything they want to
And sound comes from above
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
And the stance I took on
Don't let it turn you into that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round
Things you hate the most
My neck
Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get to close
Don't let it turn you into
Things you hate the most
There's a Forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I've sat
And the stance I took on that
Leaves a Forcefield 'round my neck
There's a Forcefield 'round my neck
And it stands just where I've sat
And the stance I took on that

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
Bend your body
To the heavens above
Don't get drunk
Don't get dry
Just bring your money
Next Saturday night
Fourteen miles on the trail
With a half dead mule
And nothing on my mind
All my life
I've been talking' fast
Taking all the things
That I should have let pass
Put my hat
On my coffin nail
Put another brick
In the fire place
Well, I don't know
About you or me
But someone got loose

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

From these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
Where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen the the land beyond
There's no telling who'll be dead
When the pale horse is turning red
And the tongues will burn in vain
And everything will feel the same
There's no patience there's no peace
I have seen the land beyond
Where the gravestones never cease
I have seen the the land beyond
Through the troubles of years
The heavenly apparition appears
And we're haunted by our own minds
And the spirit comes in the disguise
[Background voice:](With no eyes)
From these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone

Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)

Bright cops and cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
A mouthful of rotting cavities
Drinking Coca-Cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(Outcome is different than I expected)

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The skies are fire
The drums are beating
Pistols and jeans
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true

I first met you down on lover's lane
The birds were insane
Flapping all about
Softly you would sing
Swinging in your swing
It wasn't night, it wasn't day

You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams

I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trash bags are your kids
The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinking' through the sky
And every hour that passes
Is teaching me how to cry
Cuz it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singing
Like a tiger with no skin
The sewer drain is glowing
And I don't know what state I'm in
And the river is on fire
There's chemicals and debris
And all the roads are blocked off
Cuz they're just too hard to see
So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
Cuz I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own

So get me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
The limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air
Because it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream

There's no body
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get here to there
There's no body
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get here to there
There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
There hasn't been a change for over a year
There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Pull the tap
Just a tad
(Gypsy Haircut)
There's no Atmosphere
(A bear skin rug, The tambourines)
Dig a tunnel through the mountain (Black Piano on the Mountain)
How many Atmospheres are out there?
(There's a broken bottle...in the tunnel)
There's a tunnel from here to there
Cut your hand on the Atmosphere
Split in Two
Band-Aids on your hand
Split the Atmosphere
Split in Two

Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth
Not when it's unplanned

There's no map
That could tell you where you are
You're in between things
That only goes halfway
You want the best
You want contests

Well it's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well I cannot believe
You got a devil up your sleeve
And he's talking to me
And I cannot believe

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well you're all scared and stiff
A sick stolen gift
And the people you're with
They're all scared and stiff
And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be

Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She's the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away

She's the boat in the sewer
She's the old man with manure
Rocking all night like a drum
Going back where she comes from

Can of whiskey

Big guitars on the wall
Cracker-jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere