Beck - Tropicalia |
Tropicalia
Beck when they beat and on the streets on a broken guitar they reek of tropical charms the embassies lie in hideous shards where tourists snore and decay when they dance in a reptile blaze an equatorial haze you wear a mask into the past a colonial maze where there's no more confetti to throw you didn't know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn't sell to be evicted misery waiting in vague hotels you're out of luck you're singing funeral songs they're anabolic and bronze they seem to strut to the studs in their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate you didn't know what to say to yourself love is a poverty you couldn't sell misery waiting in vague hotels to be evicted now you've had your fun under an airleaves you plain and left behind it's burned into your eyes see them eyes and fall into the jaws of a pestilent love you didn't know what to say to yourself to be a victimmisery waiting in vague hotels love is a poverty you couldn't sell |