Bottle Of Blues - Beck

Written by：Beck/Beck Hansen

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

I tell my mamma 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 dreams it's a

Bottle of blues

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 dreams it's a

Bottle of blues

Bottle of blues