Beck "Bottle Of Blues" |
"I just found me a bottle of blues. Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe.. Ain't it hard Ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you? And I've been waiting for a year, and a day Some strange weather must be blowing my way.. Cause I got no mind to go or stay or be left behind Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickle in a grave yard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues Egos drone and pose alone Like black balloons all banged and blown On a backwoods river The infidels shiver in the stench of belief I tell my momma I'm a hundred years late I'm over the rail and out of the race and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw, ringing in my ears Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickle in a grave yard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier with nothin to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues I just found me a bottle of blues. Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe.. Ain't it hard Ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you? Holding hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickle in a grave yard machine I get higher and lower I get higher and lower Like a tired soldier with nothin to show and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues Bottle of blues....." Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |