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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Dirty Dirty Lyrics
Beck
Dirty dirty nights
Underneath the flashing lights
Crawling on the basement floor
I can't see you anymore
What you do, you do for me
Don't forget I'm on my knees
Make you feel what isn't real
You don't know my face is steel
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Baby I'm surprised
Yellow diamonds in your eyes
Tell me what your Daddy knows
Does he buy you fancy clothes?
Whichever way the wind blows
That's the way she goes
Now I think I'll never know
What it could've been like, girl
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Saw you in the elevator late last night
You looked like you were off duty
Followed me down to the gym
Chromium sweat and a switchblade
Do you think I knew something you didn't?
Because you play keyboards at the West Bay Lounge
Traffic school, trying to pay your bills
With those millionaire dreams
I frequent places that take American Express
Watching liquid crystal displays in taxi cabs
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
Dirty dirty
Make it neverending
When you feel this dirty, dirty
What's on your mind?
What's on your mind?