"Hell Yes" as written by John Robert King, Michael S. Simpson and Beck David Hansen....
Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin' out of the bomb-holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
I'm workin' my legs hell yes
I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor
My beat is correct
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin' out of the bomb-holes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin' for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on
I'm workin' my legs hell yes
I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin' it on I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes I'm callin' you out I'm switchin' my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin' the floor
My beat is correct
Lyrics submitted by bmxdudeinthesky
"Hell Yes" as written by Michael S. Simpson John Robert King
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Personally, this song makes me think of the Iraq/Afghanistan Wars. (This is a personally opinion, keep in mind.) For example, the whole first stanza has these frequent references to bombing and the like, e.g.:
z'Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes."
I think of the shock-n-awe campaign at the beginning of the Iraq conflict, where we were all like, "FUCK YEAH, MURICA!" and bombing the shit out of Baghdad. It was supposed to get us a prize (YAY we beat Saddam) but as the occupation rolls on, "IT'S A TRAP."
And to expand on that:
"Bank notes burn like smoking equipment
Looking for shelter, readjust your position."
Towards the beginning of the war, there were more than a few cases of fighter jets/artillery landing strikes uncomfortably close to troops at the very tippy-top of the front lines. So...to me, the "looking for shelter, readjust your position" (and the whole: "Duck don't look now, company missiles" makes me think of the near friendly-fire by artillery and air forces. Like, "oh shit, dude, you're basically shooting US."
Beck also makes references towards "limited attention spans" and "perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles with magic markers running out of ink." I tend to think that this could reference the fact that after two years of war, the American public kinda got bored and got interested in something else shiny and explosive. Since we weren't feeling the impact of the war first hand (rations, draft, etc), we grew bored of the conflict and got busy bitching about something else. As to the Bibles w/ magic markers (which is awesome, one): as the war in Iraq progressed, people were like, "Why the fuck are we HERE?" to which war hawks had to quickly revamp their "PURPOSES IN IRAQ" strategy and find a reason that would stick with a disatisfied public and confused troop presence on the ground. But as the war dragged on, the magic markers rewriting excuses and bullshit logic were getting fainter and fainter - they were running out.
Anyway: goddamn, I love this song. This was my interpretation of it. I'd love to hear other opinions.
Anyways, if you haven't listened to Odelay or ignore that Odelay exists, this is a great song. It's very groovy.
Also, the lyric goes:
"code red cola war conformity crisis"
Fuckin A.
my beat is correct ... sounds different in the song... if you know what I mean....
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