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You know how it is
It's like my lady's gone you know
I just let my twig fly in the wind
You know it's like the branch is broken
It's like I let my twig fly in the wind
Sometimes I need a little kindling
Sometimes I kindle up a slight combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
Know what I'm saying
It's like a twig
It's like a stick
But it's more portable
It's like my own portable twig
Know what I'm saying
I let it fly in the wind
You know sometimes I get lonely
And I let my twig fly in the wind
Yeah you know
It's like that you know
It's like yeah
It's like yeah

Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental Big Wheel
Can you feel it
Chickey face down tripping so damn hard
Head splits open cos I hit with a car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a lonely bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he'll come back with a frown
He's just a twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Alright

I'm happy feeling crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
Slap a jerkey slice and take me down to the dump
Dusty busted skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat
I'm just a twig in the wind
Sipping the gin
Chrome against my skin
A twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Swigging the gin
A worm on my skin
Twig in the wind
Just a twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Dick in the wind
Dick in the wind
Dick in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Taking the blunt
I'm taking the blunt
I'm taking the blunt
I'm taking the blunt
Take it like a hobo with a big Zamboni
And I'm getting my Frosty
(???) your head
I wanna rock like a character
My squawked on a tractor
Jack-off shot through (???)
(???)
(???)

Love me like a can
Love me
I know you will
Love me
Let's chill
Yeah
I know what you're made of
Ecstasy
Next to me
The future is bright
Your pants are so tight
Tantalize
On my thighs
Love me
Like a god

NOTES:
Prior to the Mellow Gold tour, Chris Ballew was staying at Beck's house in East LA and they would spend time recording on Beck's 4 track. On one of these occasions, Chris was recording a song about Beck being a "twig in the wind", when Beck came out of his bedroom, grabbed the mic and started making some noise. This is the end-product. Chris later re-recorded "Twig" formally with his next band The Presidents of the United States of America.

APPEARS ON:
Caspar And Moll├╝sk

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

LENGTH:
4:22

WRITTEN BY:
Chris Ballew
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Chris Ballew

STUDIO:
Beck's House

PERFORMERS:
Chris Ballew
Vocals, Guitar

Beck Hansen
Vocals, Noise






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