Beck Hansen(born Bek David Campbell, July 8, 1970) is an American musician, singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. Beck's music--with its pop-junk culture collage of musical styles, obtuse, ironic lyrics, and post-modern arrangements incorporating samples, drum machines, live instrumentation and heady sound effects--was among the most idiosyncratic of '90s alternative rock. Though his most popular albums were released in the 1990s, Beck continues to inspire fans well into the modern age of alternative rock, with his creative songwriting combined with his innovative production style and neverending willingness to experiment and surprise. Beck was born in Los Angeles, California, to David Campbell(a musician and son of a presbyterian minister) and Bibbe Hansen(a former dancer for The Velvet Underground, member of Black Fag, and visual artist). When his parents separated, Beck stayed with his mother and brother in Los Angeles, where he was influenced by that city's diverse musical offerings—everything from hip-hopto latinmusic—and his mother's art scene – all of which would later reappear in his recorded and published work.
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Bottle of Blues Lyrics
Beck
Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, aint it hard
To want somebody who doesnt want you
And Ive been waiting for a year or a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left behind
Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river, infidels shiver
In the stench of belief
And tell my momma Im a hundred years late
Im over the rails and outta the race
The crippled psalms of an age that wont thaw
Are ringing in my ears
Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Thats definitely the one (? ? ? ? )
Huh huh
Yeah
Wanna
Well, I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Aint it hard, aint it hard
To want somebody who doesnt want you
Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
Aaah...
Doo be doo doo doo doo
And (? ? ? ? ) sittin in the back room
Doo doo doo doo doo
Aaaaah...
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da da
La la la, aaaah...