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Artiste : Beck
Titre : Elevator Music
1, 2, you know what to do
Alright, come on
I´m uptight super gathered
Out of the frame
I shake a leg on the ground

Like an epileptic battery man
I´m making my move
Lettin´ loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But I´m wearing it well
Tell me, what´s 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 you´re more erratic than then
And you had a rough night
The night´s just begun
Let a little bit of this
A pass with this gun
Don´t let it hold you back

But you´re already set
No dead flowers gonna grow
Until the dirt gets wet
Put the elevator music on
Pull me back where I belong
The ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesn´t know what´s wrong
If I could forget myself
You could find another lie to tell
If I had a soul to sell
I´d buy some time
To talk to my brain cell
Gut-bucket and a bottle of paint
It´s like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
´Til the bottom wears off
Of these high-heeled boots

The bodies all move
With 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 didn´t care
You´re walkin´ to work
With the boys and the girls
And you´re doin´ it there
It´s the end of the world
Now when everybody´s sweatin´
Forgettin´ what´s on their minds
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what´s inside

When you´re down and out
Pounded and there´s nothing that´s real
It´s like a plastic heart
Too amputated to feel
I got a soda can Bible song
A paranoid Jumbo-tron
The Lord took the weekend off
The fly on the wall
Doesn´t know what´s wrong
If I could forget myself
I´d find another lie to tell
The bottom of an oil well
The cell phone´s ringing
I could talk to my brain cell
Come on, what?
All the dudes with the banjos
Chicks with the wicks
Animals with bananas

I got my hand like a mirror
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what´s around
Oh, yeah