Beck - Bottle of Blues текст песни

Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da

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

Da da da da, da da da da

Da da da, da da da

La la la, aaaah...