Letra de Bottle Of Blues - Beck
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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've 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
Eagles 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
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears
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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
There's nothing that I won't play
Uh huh, yea what?
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 solder with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
All my folks in the back row
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've 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
Eagles 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
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/bottle-of-blues-beck.php
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
There's nothing that I won't play
Uh huh, yea what?
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 solder with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues
All my folks in the back row