See me comin' to town with my soul
Scrape down at the bump of my fingers
Holdin' over the devil I know
All my troubles just hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talkin' trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
See me kickin' the dog with my boots
Broke down at out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes invoked at the back of your room
Handin' out a confection of venom
Heaven's drawn the poison you use
Thunderbolts in the eyes of a gambler
Now I seem to come to you
Hammer my bones in the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
I won't give up that ghost
If you take away, these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
I won't give up that ghost
If you take away, these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Beck - Guero Album Lyrics
Beck - Guero Lyrics
Writer: BECK HANSEN, ADAM HOROWITZ, MICHAEL DIAMOND, ADAM YAUCH, JOHN KING, MIKE SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Qué Onda Guero
Que' onda Jose?
Que' onda Jose?
See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van
With a horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band
In the middle of the street
People gather around
Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can
Hey wait, que onda?
TJ cowboys hang around
Sleeping in the sidewalk
With a Burger King crown
Never wake 'em up
Mas cerveza
Til the rooster crows
Vatos de gallos
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Mondo broncos roll with crowbars
Chingling rancheros on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the Spanish candles
Daily borrachos says 'ique putas!'
Andale, Joto, your popsicle is melting
Run better run, da doo run run
??? in the midnight sun
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles
Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays
Mango ladies, vendedores
And a busstop singer
Banda macho chorus
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que ??? es ese?
Alla en la en Pico
Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park
La Pico and Vermont
Hey Lacoro
Yeah now I'm going to LACC
I'm taking a ceramics class
See the vegetable man
James Joyce
Michael Bolton
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Hey what's up guero?
"You doing pushups?"
No te veo guero!
El guero!
Que Pasa
Otra vero guero
I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang's
with a mullet and a popsicle.
Hey Guero
Que locura!
Chico
Hey Guero
Yeah Bro?
Hehehe, footlong?
Let's go to Cap'n Cork.
They have the new Yanni cassette
Que' onda Jose?
See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van
With a horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band
In the middle of the street
People gather around
Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can
Hey wait, que onda?
TJ cowboys hang around
Sleeping in the sidewalk
With a Burger King crown
Never wake 'em up
Mas cerveza
Til the rooster crows
Vatos de gallos
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Mondo broncos roll with crowbars
Chingling rancheros on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the Spanish candles
Daily borrachos says 'ique putas!'
Andale, Joto, your popsicle is melting
Run better run, da doo run run
??? in the midnight sun
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles
Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays
Mango ladies, vendedores
And a busstop singer
Banda macho chorus
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que ??? es ese?
Alla en la en Pico
Hey vamos a jugar futbol ahí en el Griffith park
La Pico and Vermont
Hey Lacoro
Yeah now I'm going to LACC
I'm taking a ceramics class
See the vegetable man
James Joyce
Michael Bolton
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Hey what's up guero?
"You doing pushups?"
No te veo guero!
El guero!
Que Pasa
Otra vero guero
I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang's
with a mullet and a popsicle.
Hey Guero
Que locura!
Chico
Hey Guero
Yeah Bro?
Hehehe, footlong?
Let's go to Cap'n Cork.
They have the new Yanni cassette
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Girl
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied
Round the roses
Fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she can hang from the sun
And put it out with her dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back
And her rags were burning
Crawling out from a land filled life
Scrawlin' her name upon the ceiling
Throw a coin in a fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for a midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I would not try
My sun-eyed girl
Round the roses
Fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she can hang from the sun
And put it out with her dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back
And her rags were burning
Crawling out from a land filled life
Scrawlin' her name upon the ceiling
Throw a coin in a fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for a midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I would not try
My sun-eyed girl
Writer: JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Missing
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter
She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always
Someone missing something
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter
She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always
Someone missing something
Writer: BEN WATT, TRACEY THORN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Black Tambourine
Black hearts in effigy
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin'
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Black hearts in effigy
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin'
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin'
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Black hearts in effigy
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin'
Black tambourine
Oh oh oh
Black tambourine
Writer: ELLIS EUGENE BLACKNELL, BECK DAVID (BECK US2) HANSEN, JOHN KING, MICHAEL SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Earthquake Weather
Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
Something's coming sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
Something's coming sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away
I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain
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Hell Yes
Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin' out of the bomb-holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
I'm workin' my legs hell yes
I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor
My beat is correct
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin' out of the bomb-holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
I'm workin' my legs hell yes
I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor
My beat is correct
Writer: JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Broken Drum
I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What your thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What your thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You
Writer: HANSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Scarecrow
I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
I've been diggin the ground
Thru the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
And the junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then
Crows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standing all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
I've been diggin the ground
Thru the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
And the junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then
Crows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standing all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Go It Alone
I'm comin' over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin' up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin'
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin' voice is singing
Through a crack in the window
I better go it alone
Down on the corner
See me standin'
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin'
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin'
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin' on the sidewalk
Lookin' back and the sky is burning
In my rear view mirror
I better go it alone
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin' up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin'
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin' voice is singing
Through a crack in the window
I better go it alone
Down on the corner
See me standin'
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin'
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin'
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin' on the sidewalk
Lookin' back and the sky is burning
In my rear view mirror
I better go it alone
Writer: JOHN ROBERT KING, MICHAEL S. SIMPSON, BECK DAVID HANSEN, JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Farewell Ride
Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need
Cards some need luck
Some need dollar bills lining their clothes
All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking
Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
I don't see the face of
Kindness I don't hear the
Mission bells I don't smell
The morning roses all I see
Is all I see is
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need
Cards some need luck
Some need dollar bills lining their clothes
All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking
Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
I don't see the face of
Kindness I don't hear the
Mission bells I don't smell
The morning roses all I see
Is all I see is
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
Writer: BECK HANSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rental Car
Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust
Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go
Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on
Takin me far,
Far as a rental car can go
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust
Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go
Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on
Takin me far,
Far as a rental car can go
Writer: HANSEN, KING, SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Emergency Exit
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till
The end
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene
Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till
The end
Writer: HANSEN, KING, SIMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Guero is the ninth studio album by American musician Beck, released on March 29, 2005, by Interscope Records. It was produced with John King and Mike Simpson of the Dust Brothers, who had worked with Beck on his 1996 album Odelay, as well as Tony Hoffer.
The album was promoted with the singles "E-Pro", "Girl", and "Hell Yes", and debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200. To date, it is Beck's highest-charting album and had sold over 868,000 copies in the United States as of July 2008. It received positive reviews from critics.
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BeckThe album was promoted with the singles "E-Pro", "Girl", and "Hell Yes", and debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200. To date, it is Beck's highest-charting album and had sold over 868,000 copies in the United States as of July 2008. It received positive reviews from critics.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, alternative hip hop, sampledelia
Producer(s): Beck Hansen, Dust Brothers, Tony Hoffer
Length: 49:55
Released: March 29th, 2005
Year: 2005