Bottle Of Blues Lyrics - Mutations - Beck

I just found me a bottle of blues 

Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe 

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard 

To want somebody who doesn't want you? 

And I been waiting for a year or a day 

Some strange weather must be blowing my way 

'Cause I got no mind to go or to stay 

Or be left behind 

Holding hands with an impotent dream 

In a brothel of fake energy 

Put a nickel in a graveyard machine 

I get higher and lower 

I get higher and lower 

Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot 

And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues 

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Egos drone and pose alone 

Like black balloons all banged and blown 

On a backwards river 

The infidels shiver in the stench of belief 

And tell my momma I'm a hundred years late 

I'm over the rails and out of the race 

And the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw 

Are ringing in my ears 

Holding hands with an impotent dream 

In a brothel of fake energy 

Put a nickel in a graveyard machine 

I get higher and lower 

I get higher and lower 

Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot 

And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues 

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Well, I just found me a bottle of blues 

Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe 

Ain't it hard, ain't it hard 

To want somebody who doesn't want you? 

Holding hands with an impotent dream 

In a brothel of fake energy 

Put a nickel in a graveyard machine 

I get higher and lower 

I get higher and lower 

Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot 

And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues 

Bottle of blues