Soul Of A Man Beck

Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the night Call a doctor, call a ghost Put a fire into

Derelict Beck

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul

Soul Suckin Jerk Beck

I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like

Beercan (Album Version) Beck

my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking in code we went down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody

Beercan Beck

quit my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking in code we went down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody

I'm So Glad Beck

Beck's version was recorded for director Wim Wender's section of a documentary about the blues.

Diskobox Beck

get it Got to get it Yeah oh Yeah oh Can't forget my bestial Close electric telephone phones Balling like hordes About the shout Nasty distortion out on my road jump All my friends gout biscuit soul

Soul Suckin' Jerk (Album Version) Beck

I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in the bucket with the soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like

Five Feet Of Lovin' Jeff Beck

She gives me five feet of lovin, yeah man Five feet of huggin', oh boy Five feet of lovin' that satisfies my soul.

Inferno Beck

on down 'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills The moon's eye is frozen shut These vacant lanes unknown, uncut Shredded up and sold for seed Another tribute sent to a

Bottle of Blues Beck

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, a day some strange

Elevator Music Beck

1, 2, you know what to do Alright I'm uptight super Gathered out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse

We Live Again Beck

These withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares over the hill a desolate wind turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy the end of the end we live again

Hotwax Beck

It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening

High 5 (Rock The Catskills) Beck

to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound High 5!

Ghost Range (E-Pro remix by Homelife) (Remix By Homelife) Beck

See me comin to town with my soul Straight down out of the world with my fingers Holding onto the devil I know All my troubles'll hang on your trigger Take your eyes and your mind from the road Shoot

Bogus Soul Beck

and I tell how the people they want my soul they wanna touch me with my finger oh, they feel...oooohhhhh I wanna think I wanna feel I don't got no tail I rock n roll my rack n roll I've got the

Thinking About You Beck

I pull the curtain and lay in bed I've got fifteen movies of you Playing in my?head Chasing?the moonlight Watching the?ocean turn blue Just thinking about you Thinking?

Sexx Laws Beck

pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of

Strange Apparition Beck

Lord, please don\'t forsake me In my Mercedes Benz All the riches and the ruins Now we all know how that story ends Strange apparition Haunting my brain Standing on the last legs Of a dream that

Cupcake Beck

I'm a motherfucker because I don't give a fuck! Yow, ow! what the fuck is up! Yeah, I'm a motherfucker 'cause I don't give a fuck! Yo, my man, what the fuck is up? What the fuck is up?

Deadweight Beck

On a highway unpaved going my way You're so alone today Like a ghost town I've found There's no relief, no salt in the sea Is it true what they say You can't behave You gamble your soul away Measuring

Ozzy Beck

(can I get a little echo on this?) Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean?

girl Beck

I saw her, yea I saw her With her black tongue tied round the roses A fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she can hang from the sun And put it out

Girl (Remixed By Octet) Beck

I saw her, yeah I saw her With a black tongue tied round the roses A fist pounding on a vending machine Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger With a noose she could hang from the sun And point it out

Soul Sucked Dry Beck

my soul's suckin dry my soul's been sucked dry emptiness surrounds me bitterness crowns me emptiness surrounds me bitterness crowns me with my soul sucked dry oh, my soul's suckin' dry famine

Cellphone's Dead Beck

Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in my mind Control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my

Heart Full Of Soul Jeff Beck

Just give her my message, tell her of my plea. And I know, if I could have her back again, I would never make her sad. I got a heart full of soul. I got a heart full of soul.

E-Pro (Album Version) Beck

See me comin' to town with my soul Scrape down at the bump of my fingers Holdin' over the devil I know All my troubles just hang on your trigger Take your eyes and mind from the road Shoot your mouth if

Cellphone`s Dead Beck

Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in my mind Control my worries Fix my thoughts

Peaches & Cream Beck

Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Peaches and Cream You make a garbage man scream Such a dangerous dream

Peaches And Cream Beck

Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Peaches and Cream You make a garbage man scream Such a dangerous dream Peaches and

Paper Tiger Beck

Just like a paper tiger Torn apart by idle hands Through the helter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes No more cinders from the sky All the laws of creation

Motorcade Beck

These toys are all lifeless The armor's worn off The shadow of a shadow Is the ghost of a bomb Skyscraper standing In a desert alone A helicopter searchlight Is searching for no-one We're all

Curses Beck

curses on their children runnin all around makin such a business while I'm rusting in the ground I might rise up to meet them when they leave this life might rise up to eat them when they leave

beck. wave to earth

Yeah, I know that I am broke You knew my dreams weren't big enough I thought I'd make a good living on my own But the reality is always a mess Play with the cats on the way home 'Cause I'm still so ashamed

Que' Onda Guero (Album Version) Beck

Here comes the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, qu?onda?

Brother Beck

the package I received is gone are you a phantom detective can you read my soul backwards?

Que' Onda Guero (Remixed by Islands) Beck

See the vegetable man In the vegetable van With a horn that's honking Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street People gather around Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can Hey wait, que

Pressure Zone Beck

The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones

Where It's At Beck

I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at!

Where Its At Beck

I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at!

Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) Beck

toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a

Fuckin With My Head (Mountain Dew Rock) (Album Version (Explicit)) Beck

toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a

Devils Haircut Beck

the garbage man trees Mouthwash jukebox gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my

Diamond Dogs Beck

Diamond Dogs as they pulled you out of the oxygen tent, you asked for the latest party with your silicone hump and your ten inch stump dressed like a priest, you was Tod Browning's freak, you was

Diamond Dogs (From "Moulin Rouge" Soundtrack) Beck

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest, you was Tod Browning’s freak, you was Crawling down

Where It's At (U.N.K.L.E. Remix) Beck

I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at!

Fume Beck

my friend picked me up about quarter past 5 we stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive we had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

Nicotine & Gravy Beck

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant rain I think we're going crazy Her left eye