Bottle Of Blues Lyrics

Song	Bottle Of Blues
Artist	Beck
Album	Mutations (International Version)
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	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 it's a
	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 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 dreams it's a
	Bottle of blues
	There's definitely a plan
	Yeah, what?
	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 dreams it's a
	Bottle of blues
	Bottle of blues
	And I'm a [Incomprehensible] in the back of a
[00:00.00]	作词 : Beck

	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 it' s a
	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 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 dreams it' s a
	Bottle of blues
	There' s definitely a plan
	Yeah, what?
	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 dreams it' s a
	Bottle of blues
	Bottle of blues
	And I' m a Incomprehensible in the back of a
[00:00.00]	zuo ci : Beck

	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 it' s a
	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 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 dreams it' s a
	Bottle of blues
	There' s definitely a plan
	Yeah, what?
	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 dreams it' s a
	Bottle of blues
	Bottle of blues
	And I' m a Incomprehensible in the back of a
[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Beck

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