Beck Lyrics
The Horrible Fanfare/Landslide/Exoskeleton
{The Horrible Fanfare}
Ashes of ancients
The nations repainted
The chain gang chatelaine
Changing the station
The theme song playing
The anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare
The horns get distorted
On a public announcement
The towns are impounded
Where the order resounded
Cowards towered around it
Powerline buzzards
Surveilling the night
Talons in flight
The fake horizons ignite
[Musical break]
Banality lives, where hysteria kills,
Civilian jungles with malaria pills,
The animals bleed to buy a start from the night,
Avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe,
Send up a signal to the heavenly rescue
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Le the vultures of thought, pull the blood from the wound
'cause if the soul is a symptom the condition is you.
[Musical break]
[Digital female voice talking about hacking or something]
[More music]
{Landslide}
We know it's a letter bomb hand-me-down,
This thought is a purgery blindfold.
Where she crawls from the Himalayan rain,
With the birds of prey and the weapon's on the fire.
She's riding a landslide down to me,
Cutting the shackles off of me,
Shaking the dead birds from the trees,
She's taking the only air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don't call it death for me installment plan,
She's putting the armor on my back,
Rigging the coals over the tracks,
Taking a knife out from the stack,
She's bringing the blood that I had back,
Coming to see it's all the same,
Coming to see the sun again,
Coming to wash it off again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to see yourself again,
Coming to wash it off again
[British woman talking about the weather]
[Music break]
{Exoskeleton}
Man 1: I picture like a, like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by
monks. They hand do them in record form. And you'd have to have it hand-done,
each time.
Man 2: Like, depending, like, change, depending on what mood you're in. Like the
best, (stammering) or, like when you listen from a different age, they'll like,
mean something different—
Man 1: --I don't like it when they change. It… frightens me.
Man 2: You want them to stay the same way?
Man 1: It makes me feel like someone's pushing me… from below. Put… trying to
put me… turn me over, and put me down. That's what it makes me feel like when
they change.
Man 1: It has to tell you how to live. It is an instruction… guide. Suddle… It
doesn't push, it nudges… it entices… er… it seduces. It has to encompass the
whole world and everything that has, is, and will be..
Man 2: That's… that's true.
Man 1: …AND could take it into space. And that's why we need a space ship.
'cause that's ultimately what space travel was all about, was sending out ships
from earth into space. And not just in some, like, space shuttle that's got the
foam coming off of it. You need your own glowing, you know, multicolored… space
ship.
It would be inside the spaceship, and also, the spaceship. You know what I'm
saying? Like an exoskeleton.