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Cut in Half Blues `Beck`

Some folks get their kicks steppin on ants some folks fall for love and romance some like to roll in the mud and laugh my baby just likes to cut people in half I got the cut in half blues yeah

Cut 1/2 Blues `Beck`

I thought I heard a chainsaw rather late last night I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right I got the cut-in-half blues well the last thing I saw was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half

Bottle of Blues `Beck`

weather must be blowin' my way cause i got no mind to go or to stay, or be left behind holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i

Nobody's Fault But My Own `Beck`

Nobody`s Fault But My Own Treated you like a rusty blade A throwaway from an open grave Cut you loose from a chain gang And let you go And on the day you said it's true Some love holds, some gets

Electric Music And The Summer People `Beck`

doin it my way Handing out money of flies making honey Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients Legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip rooms, the half-way

Blues Deluxe `Jeff Beck`

I'm sittin' here in my lonely room, Tears flowin' all down my eyes. Come on baby.

Blue Moon `Beck`

I\'m so tired of being alone These penitent walls are all I\'ve known Songbird calling across the water Inside my silent asylum Oh don\'t leave me on my own Left me standing all alone Cut me down

American Wasteland `Beck`

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperatures dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leperous faces Got a devils haircut in

Gold Chains `Beck`

People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the TB Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whip flash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together

I'm So Glad `Beck`

what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad, I am glad I am glad, I am glad I don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do From Beck's version in

Devils Haircut `Beck`

leperous faces Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees Mouthwash jukebox gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets Got a devil's haircut in

Bogusflow `Beck`

monkey see, monkey die laminate your face and paste it up into the sky cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's completely rancid and beautiful like a forcefield of multiplying meat cut a hole in

Soul Of A Man `Beck`

Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the night Call a doctor, call a ghost Put a fire into

Erase The Sun `Beck`

Offices and fountains they named for you Stacks and zealots wither in shit-filled rooms Hari-karis barely a tear for you Hairy fairies spinning the golden looms Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching in

Inferno `Beck`

unknown, uncut Shredded up and sold for seed Another tribute sent to a backwards breed Hear those buzzards flap their heaps Up above where skies are cheap For pioneers with chandeliers Darkened arks in

No Complaints `Beck`

We are aimless And the target is an empty wall We're out of patience With smiles that cut across her face No complaints But I wish I had my top of my brain I'd like to walk But the sun doesn't know

Crystal Clear `Beck`

plastic donut, can of spam there's no kindness in this land better not let my good gal catch you here she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer coffee clothing pasted on clean

Beautiful way `Beck`

You were wearing that stained raincoat And your umbrella was a tangled mess You were washed up on the glittering shoals Looking for another crime to confess You bribed yourself Out of a place in

Loser `Beck`

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

Loser (Album Version) `Beck`

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

Blues Deluxe (2005 Remaster) `Jeff Beck`

sure think I've got it bad I don't know too much about love, people But I sure think I've got it bad Some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's about to drive poor me mad I sit here in

Brush With The Blues `Jeff Beck`

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Replica `Beck`

Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I`m so tired don`t know where to begin It`s so unreal It`s all I need This replica I

Diamond Bollocks `Beck`

new offices and fountains that they named for you dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart choice cut

20-20 Blues `Skip James`

If I send for my baby and she don't come If I send for my baby and she don't come All the doctors in Wisconsin2, they won't help her none And if she gets unruly and gets so she don't wanna do My

Looser `Beck`

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 침팬지시절

Blues Stay Away From Me `Jeff Beck`

Blues stay away from me Blues why don't you let me be Don't know why A You keep on hounting me Love was never meant for me True love was never meant for me It seems somehow We never can

Static `Beck`

fools are right it''s the same thing but it''s almost as different hard to tell when it pacifies your mind leaves you stranded with a broken engine lazy desert looks so mangled let me drown in

Where It's At `Beck`

[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone take me home in my elevator bones!

Lost Cause `Beck`

Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone. They make it hard to leave you alone. Leave you here wearinyour wounds Waving your guns at somebody new.