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Little One `Beck`

Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls New days To throw your chains away To try to hang your hopes on the wind Little one Just a little way Today all we need is waiting

Broken Drum (Remixed By Boards Of Canada) `Beck`

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

Broken Drum (Album Version) `Beck`

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

I Won't Be Long (Extended Version) `Beck`

The time is almost over The people are divided So come a little closer I try now I can't fight it Evoke the invective Penetrate the malice I'm counting down the minutes From an hourglass full of ice [Chorus

I Won't Be Long `Beck`

The time is almost over The people are divided So come a little closer I try now I can't fight it Evoke the invective Penetrate the malice I'm counting down the minutes From an hourglass full of ice [Chorus

Blackhole `Beck`

out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little

Blackhole (Album Version) `Beck`

me runnin' out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little

The Little Drum Machine Boy `Beck`

(spoken) That's the holiday... that's the Hanukkah robot funk (ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.) Right about now... gonna drop some Hanukkah science yeah, hmm, uh--this is it... I press a button make the gentlem...

Terremoto Tempo (Earthquake Weather) (Remixed By Mario C) `Beck`

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

Earthquake Weather (Album Version) `Beck`

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

Gamma Ray `Beck`

Trying to hold hold out for now But with these ice caps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet terraplane going `round `round `round Come a little gamma ray Standing in a hurricane

Emergency Exit (Th' Corn Gangg) `Beck`

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

Emergency Exit (Album Version) `Beck`

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

New Round `Beck`

waves keep you just the same all in my eyes some day some day say bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Im smaller than a stone bigger than a road farther than an ocean closer than a sole every little

One Foot in the Grave `Beck`

One of these days I hope it's soon I'll see you smilin' the way you do walkin' on splinters somewhere unknown its getting better that much I know one of these days I'm gonna love you on

Nitemare Hippy Girl `Beck`

dried-up flowers, flaky 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

Nitemare Hippy Girl (Album Version) `Beck`

dried-up flowers, flaky 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

Elevator Music `Beck`

1, 2, you know what to do Alright I'm uptight super Gathered out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse

Cellphone`s Dead `Beck`

accent Voodoo curses Bible tongues Voices comin' From the mangled lungs Give me some grits Some get-down shit Don't need a good reason To let anything rip Radio's cold Solar's infected One

1000BPM `Beck`

Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Categorizing in

Ramshackle `Beck`

their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around We will go Nowhere we know We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One

No Money No Honey `Beck`

No money, no honey [x16] One more time Keep goin' One more time No money, no honey [x6] What's your name? My name's Ken.

Ozzy `Beck`

(can I get a little echo on this?) Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean?

Where It's At `Beck`

There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree

Electric Music And The Summer People `Beck`

Out on the highway i'm 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

Cut 1/2 Blues `Beck`

trouble I knew she lost her head when she started bringin' all those power tools to bed I got the cut-in-half blues well the last thing I saw was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (little

No Complaints `Beck`

I'll send it to you We feel painless Check the status on the info line In some ways tainted Radiation from the factory No complaints But it's overrated, that's for sure Take a bus back From Little

Glad All Over `Jeff Beck`

Glad All Over Aint no doubt about it, it must be love One little kiss from you and I feel Glad all over, oh mercy I think that its silly but I'm glad all over Over, over Try to tell ya that I'm

Where It's At (U.N.K.L.E. Remix) `Beck`

There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts

Soldier Jane `Beck`

Nobody cares what dress she wears at all Tattered rags and paper bags and all She's the one sleeping in the dirt Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt Gamblers trade candles for the dice Mothers