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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 been waiting for a year and a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Cos 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

Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons all banged and blown
On a backwoods river
The infidels shiver in the stench of belief
And tell my mama 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

There's nothing here I won't play
Uh huh
Huh
Yeah
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 soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues

And all my folks in the back row

APPEARS ON:
Mutations

PUBLISHED BY:
Cyanide Breathmint Music

YEAR RELEASED:
1998

DATE RECORDED:
March 19th 1998 - April 3rd 1998

LENGTH:
4:55

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Nigel Godrich
Beck Hansen

ENGINEERED BY:
Nigel Godrich

ASSISTANT ENGINEER:
John Sorensen

MIXED BY:
Nigel Godrich

MASTERED BY:
Bob Ludwig

STUDIO:
Ocean Way Studios

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Synthesizer

Roger Manning, Jr.
Synthesizer, Background Vocals

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass

Joey Waronker
Drums

Fucking freeze with the pumpkin pie
Roll the tape

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 and a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Cos 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

Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons all banged and blown
On a backwoods river
The infidels shiver in the stench of belief
And tell my mama 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

There's nothing here I won't play
Uh huh
Huh
Yeah
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 soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues
Bottle of blues

And all my folks in the back row

NOTES:
This version has a slightly longer intro that was cut from the final version.

APPEARS ON:
Mutations

YEAR RELEASED:
1998

DATE RECORDED:
March 19th 1998 - April 3rd 1998

LENGTH:
5:06

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Nigel Godrich
Beck Hansen

ENGINEERED BY:
Nigel Godrich

ASSISTANT ENGINEER:
John Sorensen

MIXED BY:
Nigel Godrich

STUDIO:
Ocean Way Studios

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Synthesizer

Roger Manning, Jr.
Synthesizer, Background Vocals

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass

Joey Waronker
Drums

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 and a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Cos 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

Getting in touch with myself right here
Egos drone
I'll hit it again boys
Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons all banged and blown
On a backwoods river
The infidels shiver in the stench of belief
And I been waiting for a year and a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
Cos I got no mind to go or to stay or be on the payroll

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
Making lunch
Shotgun

Tell my mama 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

This is how we wrap it up

APPEARS ON:
KCRW: 1998-11-24

DATE RECORDED:
November 24th 1998

LENGTH:
4:49

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

STUDIO:
KCRW

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Smokey Hormel
Slide Guitar

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass

Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards

Joey Waronker
Drums

David Ralicke
Trombone

David Brown
Saxophone

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