| Song | Dead Melodies |
| Artist | Beck |
| Album | Mutations (International Version) |
| 作词 : Beck | |
| Where will you go | |
| When this day is over | |
| A gambler's purse | |
| Lays on the road | |
| Straight to your door | |
| Snakes have gone crazy tonight | |
| Winding their way out of sight | |
| A laugh, a joke | |
| A sentiment wasted | |
| Seasons of strangers | |
| They've come and gone | |
| Doldrums are pounding, | |
| Cheapskates are clowning this town | |
| Who could disown themselves now | |
| Engineer, slow down this old train | |
| Cinders and chaff | |
| Laugh at the moon | |
| Night birds will cackle | |
| Rotting like apples on trees | |
| sending their dead melodies | |
| to me |
| zuò cí : Beck | |
| Where will you go | |
| When this day is over | |
| A gambler' s purse | |
| Lays on the road | |
| Straight to your door | |
| Snakes have gone crazy tonight | |
| Winding their way out of sight | |
| A laugh, a joke | |
| A sentiment wasted | |
| Seasons of strangers | |
| They' ve come and gone | |
| Doldrums are pounding, | |
| Cheapskates are clowning this town | |
| Who could disown themselves now | |
| Engineer, slow down this old train | |
| Cinders and chaff | |
| Laugh at the moon | |
| Night birds will cackle | |
| Rotting like apples on trees | |
| sending their dead melodies | |
| to me |