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      Cellphone's Dead

      Cellphone's Dead


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      Beck - Cellphone's Dead Música y Letra

      Strange ways coming today
      I put a dollar in my pocket
      And I threw it away
      Been a long time
      Since a federal dime
      Made a jukebox sound
      Like a mirror in my mind
      Control my worries
      Fix my thoughts
      Throw my hopes
      Like a juggernaut walks
      Now let-down souls
      Can't feel no rhythm
      Sorry entertainers
      Like aerobics victims
      Hybrid people
      Light a wooded matchstick
      Toxic fumes and the
      Burning plastic
      Beats are broken
      Bones are spastic
      Boombox talkin'
      With a southern accent
      Voodoo curses
      Bible tongues
      Voices comin'
      From the mangled lungs
      Give me some grits
      Some get-down shit
      Don't need a good reason
      To let anything rip
      Radio's cold
      Solar's infected
      One by one
      I'll knock you out
      God is alone
      Hardware defective
      One by one
      I'll knock you out
      Mr. Microphone making
      All the damage felt
      Like a laser manifesto
      Make a mannequin melt
      There's people phonin' in
      Like it's unlimited minutes
      Going through the motions
      Just to savor they did it
      Treadmill's running
      Underneath their feet
      So they feel like they're going somewhere
      But they're not
      So let's put boots
      On the warehouse floor
      Comin' to you
      Like a rope on a chainstore
      Throwing equipment
      From a moving van
      Grab a microphone
      Like a utility man
      Now fix the beat
      Now break the rest
      Make a kick drum sound
      Like an S.O.S.
      Get a tow-truck
      Cause it's after dark
      And the dance floor's full
      But everybody's double-parked!
      Cell phone's dead
      Lost in the desert
      One by one
      I'll knock you out
      Eye of the sun
      Is out of its socket
      One by one
      I'll knock you out
      One by one
      This jam is real... that's right
      Eye of the sun
      Eye of the sun
      Eye of the sun

      Beck - Cellphone's Dead Música y Letra




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