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Little One Beck Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls New days To throw your chains away To try to hang your hopes on the wind Little one Just a little way Today all we need is waiting Broken Drum (Remixed By Boards Of Canada) Beck I see you there Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what your thinking And one by one Broken Drum (Album Version) Beck I see you there Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know What your thinking And one by one We'll shoot I Won't Be Long (Extended Version) Beck The time is almost over The people are divided So come a little closer I try now I can't fight it Evoke the invective Penetrate the malice I'm counting down the minutes From an hourglass full of ice [Chorus I Won't Be Long Beck The time is almost over The people are divided So come a little closer I try now I can't fight it Evoke the invective Penetrate the malice I'm counting down the minutes From an hourglass full of ice [Chorus Blackhole Beck out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little Blackhole (Album Version) Beck me runnin' out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little The Little Drum Machine Boy Beck Terremoto Tempo (Earthquake Weather) (Remixed By Mario C) Beck a desert Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little Earthquake Weather (Album Version) Beck thru a desert Looking for a life to call our own I push I pull the days go slow Into a void we filled with death And noise that laughs falls off their Maps all cured of pain and doubts In your little Gamma Ray Beck Trying to hold hold out for now But with these ice caps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet terraplane going `round `round `round Come a little gamma ray Standing in a hurricane New Round Beck waves keep you just the same all in my eyes some day some day say bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Im smaller than a stone bigger than a road farther than an ocean closer than a sole every little Emergency Exit (Th' Corn Gangg) Beck roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little Emergency Exit (Album Version) Beck a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little One Foot in the Grave Beck One of these days I hope it's soon I'll see you smilin' the way you do walkin' on splinters somewhere unknown its getting better that much I know one of these days I'm gonna love you on Nitemare Hippy Girl Beck dried-up flowers, flaky skin a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty self-conscious and a little Nitemare Hippy Girl (Album Version) Beck dried-up flowers, flaky skin a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty self-conscious and a little 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 Cellphone`s Dead Beck accent Voodoo curses Bible tongues Voices comin' From the mangled lungs Give me some grits Some get-down shit Don't need a good reason To let anything rip Radio's cold Solar's infected One 1000BPM Beck Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Comin' to you One thousand beats per minute Categorizing in Ramshackle Beck their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around We will go Nowhere we know We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One No Money No Honey Beck No money, no honey [x16] One more time Keep goin' One more time No money, no honey [x6] What's your name? My name's Ken. Ozzy Beck (can I get a little echo on this?) Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean? Where It's At Beck There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree Cut 1/2 Blues Beck trouble I knew she lost her head when she started bringin' all those power tools to bed I got the cut-in-half blues well the last thing I saw was the big long saw I got the cut-in-half blues (little No Complaints Beck I'll send it to you We feel painless Check the status on the info line In some ways tainted Radiation from the factory No complaints But it's overrated, that's for sure Take a bus back From Little Electric Music And The Summer People Beck Out on the highway i'm doin it my way Handing out money of flies making honey Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients Legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip Glad All Over Jeff Beck Glad All Over Aint no doubt about it, it must be love One little kiss from you and I feel Glad all over, oh mercy I think that its silly but I'm glad all over Over, over Try to tell ya that I'm Where It's At (U.N.K.L.E. Remix) Beck There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Soldier Jane Beck Nobody cares what dress she wears at all Tattered rags and paper bags and all She's the one sleeping in the dirt Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt Gamblers trade candles for the dice Mothers