These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Over the hill
A desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
The end
O the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
O hungry days in the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex-painted windows
Dredging the night
Drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland
The end
O the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
Love is a plague in a mix-match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn
And love will be new
Never cold and vacant
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
The end
O the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
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APPEARS ON:
Mutations
Artist's Choice: Below The Radio
Songs We Shouldn't Forget Collected
YEAR RELEASED:
1999
DATE RECORDED:
March 19th 1998 - April 3rd 1998
LENGTH:
3:03
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
ARRANGEMENT BY:
David Campbell
PRODUCED BY:
Nigel Godrich
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Nigel Godrich
ASSISTANT ENGINEER:
John Sorensen
MIXED BY:
Nigel Godrich
MASTERED BY:
Bob Ludwig
CONDUCTED BY:
David Campbell
STUDIO:
Ocean Way Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitars
Roger Manning, Jr.
Harpsichord
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Upright Bass
Joey Waronker
Drums
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