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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Death Is Comin To Get You Lyrics
Beck
[a voice that sounds like darth vader:
Eternal nothingness. I offer myself so that you might
Cast your inscrutable dear silence upon me. o monstrous
Hall, symbol of the greater glory of absence, darkness and
Mystery beyond the realm of human thought. let me ask
For your grace and forgiveness in the knowledge that i
Shall serve you all the days of my meaningless life.]
Death is comin to get you, its mighty plain to see
With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
Hes got rings on his fingers and knives up his sleeves
Well hes lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
And hes comin to your house while youre watchin a football game
Well hes pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
And the eyes goin blind and your hair is turnin white
Hes crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace
Hes breakin all the windows with your neighbors face
He sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
Hes filling up the room with the jesters (? ) and disease...well
He smashes the tv, decapitates your mom
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn
Plays frisbees with your records, pours blood on the walls
Uses your telephone to make long-distance calls
Hes laughin at your diary, hes pukin on your suits
Hes dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots
Hes climbin up the chimney, hes fallin through the roof
He ties you up with snakes, takes your drugs and booze
Hes coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
Hes sendin back all the bills that youve paid
He covers you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
Hes got everything you own out on the patio
And hes givin it away to people you dont know
Well you dont even care, your mind has been destroyed
And this is kind of a stupid song you write when youre unemployed