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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beck
Vocals
Joey Waronker
Drums
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass
Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beck Hansen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nigel Godrich
Producer
Beck
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
John Sorenson
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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 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 the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere to lose it's a
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 rails and out of the race
And the crippled psalms
Of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears
Holding' hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere to lose it's a
Bottle of blues
There's definitely a plan
Yeah, what?
Well, 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 nickel in the graveyard machine
I get higher and lower
I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier
With nothing' to shoot
And nowhere to lose it's a
Bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
And I'm a focks in the back of room
Writer(s): Beck David Hansen
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