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When they beat upon a broken guitar
And all the streets they reek of tropical charms
The embassies lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay
When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask
An equatorial haze
Into the past
A colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

You're out of luck
You're singing funeral songs to the studs
They're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fogs
Till they fall down and deflate

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Oh and now you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victim

APPEARS ON:
Mutations
Tropicalia
3 Time Brit Award Winner 2000, 1999, 1998
HITS Post Modern Syndrome: So It Goes
In A Bossa Nova Mood
Promo 11
Retail Sampler
Süddeutsche Zeitung Diskothek 1998
The 1999 Brit Awards
The Best
Universal Music Radio Compilation #10
Universal Ser Fremover Vol. 7
WIRED Readers Raves 2000

YEAR RELEASED:
1998

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

LENGTH:
3:20

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

Roger Manning, Jr.
Synthesizer, Organ, Percussion

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass, Percussion

Joey Waronker
Drums, Percussion, Drum Machine

Smokey Hormel
Percussion, Quica, Acoustic Guitar

David Ralicke
Flute, Trombone

REMIXES:
Tropicália (Mario C 2011 Remix)

NOTES:
Live version from the World Cafe.

APPEARS ON:
Live At The World Cafe Volume 10

YEAR RELEASED:
2000

LENGTH:
5:05

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

When they beat upon a broken guitar
And all the streets reek of tropical charms
The embassies lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay
When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask
An equatorial haze
Into the past
A colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted

You're out of luck
You're singing funeral songs to the studs
They're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fogs
Till they fall down and deflate

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted

Oh and now you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws
Negotiate hypothesize my flaws
Attack opens with six-pointed financing
Liquidating properties
Juices with MSG erections
Norman Schwarzkopf
Looks like you wanna go home
Champagne
Bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
The Hollywood nuns calling up on the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I'll tell you what if you want to know
Tropical heat
Satin sheets
Turn up the heat till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry realistic tears
Yeah
Cos I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty-million-dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood yeah
And all the children cried on Blackberry Lane

APPEARS ON:
KCRW: 1998-11-24

DATE RECORDED:
November 24th 1998

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

STUDIO:
KCRW

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

Smokey Hormel
Acoustic Guitar

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass, Background Vocals

Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards

Joey Waronker
Drums

David Ralicke
Trombone

David Brown
Saxophone

Gracias
Oralé
Come on

Oh when they beat upon a broken guitar
And all the streets they reek of tropical charms
The embassies they lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay
When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask
An equatorial haze
Into the past
A colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

You're out of luck
You're singing funeral songs to the studs
They're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fogs
Till they fall down and deflate

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Oh and now you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victim

Aww come on gimme a little bit
It looks like
Are we in Glasgow or are we in Columbus Ohio
Come on
Jesus
Yeah
The brass menagerie
Oralé

NOTES:
Live recording from Glasgow, Scotland.

APPEARS ON:
In Concert 820

YEAR RELEASED:
2000

DATE RECORDED:
March 25th 2000

LENGTH:
2:50

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

Lyle Workman
Electric Guitar

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass, Background Vocals

Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards

Victor Indrizzo
Drums, Percussion

David Brown
Saxophone, Percussion

David Ralicke
Trombone, Percussion

Jon Birdsong
Trumpet, Percussion

Glenys Rogers
Background Vocals

Johari Funches-Penny
Background Vocals

DJ Swamp
Scratching

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