Beck - Bottle Of Blues Lyrics
Da da da da, da da da da da da da da daI just found me a bottle of bluesSome strange comfort for a soul to sootheAint it hard, aint it hardTo want somebody who doesnt want youAnd Ive been waiting for a year or a daySome strange weather must be blowing my waycause I got no mind to go or to stayOr be left behindHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickel in a graveyard machineI get higher and lower, I get higher and lowerLike a tired soldier with nothing to shootAnd nowhere to lose this bottle of bluesEgos drone and pose aloneLike black balloons, all banged and blownOn a backwards river, infidels shiverIn the stench of beliefAnd tell my momma Im a hundred years lateIm over the rails and outta the raceThe crippled psalms of an age that wont thawAre ringing in my earsHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickel in a graveyard machineI get higher and lower, I get higher and lowerLike a tired soldier with nothing to shootAnd nowhere to lose this bottle of bluesThats definitely the one (? ? ? ? )Huh huhYeahWannaWell, I just found me a bottle of bluesSome strange comfort for a soul to sootheAint it hard, aint it hardTo want somebody who doesnt want youHolding hands with an impotent dreamIn a brothel of fake energyPut a nickel in a graveyard machineI get higher and lower, I get higher and lowerLike a tired soldier with nothing to shootAnd nowhere to lose this bottle of bluesBottle of bluesAaah...Doo be doo doo doo dooAnd (? ? ? ? ) sittin in the back roomDoo doo doo doo dooAaaaah...Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo dooDa da da da, da da da daDa da da, da da daLa la la, aaaah...
