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Artista: Beck
Album: Modern Guilt
Titolo: Volcano
I’ve been walking on these streets so long
I don’t know where they’re going to lead anymore
But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don’t know if it’s my illusions that keep me alive
I don’t know what I’ve seen
Was it all an illusion?
All a mirage gone bad?
I’m tired of evil
And all that it feeds
But I don’t know
I’ve been drifting on this wave so long
I don’t know if it’s already crashed on the shore
And I’ve been riding on this train so long
I can’t tell if it’s you or me who’s driving us into the ground
I don’t know if I’m sane
But there’s a ghost in my heart
Who’s trying to see in the dark
I’m tired of people who only want to be pleased
But I still want to please you
And I heard of that Japanese girl
Who jumped into the volcano
Was she trying to make it back?
Back into the womb of the world?
I’ve been drinking all these tears so long
All I’ve got left is the taste of salt in my mouth
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I’m going
To that volcano
I don’t want to fall in though
Just want to warm my bones
On that fire a while
Artista: Beck
Album: Modern Guilt
Titolo: Profanity Prayers
In a cast iron cage you couldn’t help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido
Who’s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who’s gonna answer
These profanity prayers
Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you’re breathing
Cos you can’t just live on air and float to the ceiling
Who’s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who’s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who’s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who’s gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Artista: Beck
Album: Modern Guilt
Titolo: Soul Of A Man
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 your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
Beat my bones against the wall
Put a bank note on your bond
Gris Gris and a goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log
Cold was the storm
That buried the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
Artista: Beck
Album: Modern Guilt
Titolo: Replica
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 was the last to see me down on my knees
These antibodies learn to be the disease
And I learn to be what fights against me
We’ll make a replica, a place we can sleep
And we could live in a hollow tree
Grow up old and bury the sea
And when this replica begins to look cheap
I’d throw it out but now it’s home to me
It’s so unreal
It’s all I need
This replica
Build it up
Build it up
This replica
Now we build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Build it up
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