Bottle of Blues — текст песни (Beck)

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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

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Da da da, da da da

La la la, aaaah...