Представляем точный текст композиции "Elevator Music" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Beck . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Elevator Music» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Beck передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Beck - "Elevator Music"
Lyrics to Elevator Music : One, two You know what to do Alright mm, cmon Im uptight, super-gutted Out of the frame I shake my leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man Im making my move Lettin loose like a belt Little worse for wear But Im wearing it well Tell me whats wrong With a little grind n bump' When the stereos erupt With a kick drum punch' Once you do it once Probably do it again and again You did it before But youre more erratic than then And you had a rough night And the rides just begun Let a little bit of this Put the past where its done Dont let it hold you back But youve already said No dead flowers gonna grow Til the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull me back where I belong The ambulance sings along The fly on the wall Doesnt know whats wrong If I could forget myself Find another lie to tell If I had a soul to sell Id buy some time To talk to my brain cells Gutbucket and a bottle of pain Its like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots The bodies all move To some backbone roots Everybody workin hard Til the yard is all clean The dishes wash good In the washin machine Now you brush your teeth And you comb back your hair You drive your vehicle Like you just didnt care And you walk into work With the boys and the girls And youre doin it to death Its the end of the world Now theres everybodys sweatin Forgettin whats on their mind With your hand like a mirror You can see whats inside When youre down and out Pounded and theres nothing thats real Its like a plastic heart Too amputated to feel I got a soda can bible song A paranoid Jumbotron The Lord took the weekend off The fly on the wall Doesnt know whats wrong If I could forget myself Id find another lie to tell The bottom of an oil well Cell phones ringing I could talk to my brain cell What' All the dudes with banjos Chicks with wicks Animals with bananas Got my hand like a mirror You can see whats around Na na na [ Elevator Music Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Beck. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Elevator Music» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Elevator Music» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.