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    • Тексты песен / B / Beck / Cellphone's Dead

    Текст песни Beck - Cellphone's Dead

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    Strange ways coming today
    I put a dollar in my pocket
    And I threw it away
    Been a long time
    Since a federal dime
    Made a jukebox sound
    Like a mirror in my mind
    Control my worries
    Fix my thoughts
    Throw my hopes
    Like a juggernaut walks
    Now let-down souls
    Can't feel no rhythm
    Sorry entertainers
    Like aerobics victims
    Hybrid people
    Light a wooded matchstick
    Toxic fumes and the
    Burning plastic
    Beats are broken
    Bones are spastic
    Boombox talkin'
    With a southern 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 by one
    I'll knock you out
    God is alone
    Hardware defective
    One by one
    I'll knock you out

    Mr. Microphone making
    All the damage felt
    Like a laser manifesto
    Make a mannequin melt
    There's people phonin' in
    Like it's unlimited minutes
    Going through the motions
    Just to savor they did it
    Treadmill's running
    Underneath their feet
    So they feel like they're going somewhere
    But they're not
    So let's put boots
    On the warehouse floor
    Comin' to you
    Like a rope on a chainstore
    Throwing equipment
    From a moving van
    Grab a microphone
    Like a utility man
    Now fix the beat
    Now break the rest
    Make a kick drum sound
    Like an S.O.S.
    Get a tow-truck
    Cause it's after dark
    And the dance floor's full
    But everybody's double-parked!

    Cell phone's dead
    Lost in the desert
    One by one
    I'll knock you out
    Eye of the sun
    Is out of its socket
    One by one
    I'll knock you out
    One by one

    This jam is real... that's right

    Eye of the sun
    Eye of the sun
    Eye of the sun

    Ahhhhhhhhhh

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