Cold Brains by Beck

I came across this song while putting my iPod into shuffle mode. I downloaded Beck albums back when the band I was playing with jammed a couple of Beck songs.

Given a steady back-beat, driving bass and decent acoustic guitar work a few harmonica lines, Beck makes the most out of a relatively simple production.

Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last

No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters


A final curse
Abandon hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone


The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel

A worm of hope
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone

A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens

The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride this old
Corroded to the bone