“She’s Got A Cigarette On Each Arm.
She’s Got The Lily-White Cavity Crazes.
She’s Got A Carborator Tied To The Moon.
Pink Gods Looking To The Fruit Of The Ages. …“
… … …
“…She’s Alone In The New Pollution.
She’s Alone In The New Pollution. …“
… … …
… … …
“…She’s Got A Hand On A Wheel Of Pain.
She Can Talk To The Mangling Strangers.
She Can Sleep In A Fiery Barn.
Throwing Troubles To The Dying Embers. …“
… … …
“…She’s Alone In The New Pollution.
She’s Alone In The New Pollution. …“
… … …
… … …
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SO…
…On My Way Home Tonight…
…I Had My Tunes A Kickin’.
The Top Was Down On The Mustang.
The Cool Breeze Was Blowin’ Through My Hair.
The Sun Was Shining Bright.
And THEN This Jam…
“THE NEW POLLUTION“
By
BECK
…Off His 1996 Masterwork…
“ODELAY“
…Began To Play.
And…
…Of Course…
…The Volume Mysteriously Began To Creep Up…
…And Up…
…And UP UP UP.
(* hehehe π *)
Blow back, derelict!
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I use to play that cd daily. Thanks for the reminder, now ‘Two turn tables and a microphone’ is stuck in my head.
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Where It’s At !!!
hahaha
That Song Is BECK’s Crowning Achievement hahahaha
Love It LOVE IT, Dude!!!
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Reblogged this on "You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" and commented:
Just Something Fun To Kick-Off The Weekend.
Can’t Go Wrong With A Little BECK, Riiiight???
RIIIIIIIGHT!!!! π
-B.
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