Beck - Bottle Of Blues lyrics
[Beck - Bottle Of Blues 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
This 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
And 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 this bottle of blues
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 this bottle of blues
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
This 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
And 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 this bottle of blues
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 this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues