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Arabian Nights Lyrics
Bazookas and fisticuffs, meditating in Porsches
98-karat stickshift, Chinatown late night meals
Alfonzo giving me a backrub, 2 pm lazer bizzaginal rejuvenation
Triple album project, detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and Berettas, part-time hostages at pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museum
Norwegian hockey players passed out in government limos
Prime ministers with cryogenic faces, Louis Vuitton suitcases
Autographs and paid vacations, divorce papers and synthetic lubrications
Playing you like top-40 stations, ah you know the deal
Arabian nights, white satellites
Voodoo is tight like sleek diamond ice
Airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into thick Mississippis
Time-lapse footage of duct tape lies
Animal frequencies piercing deodorized nerves
Cosmetic procedures on the cartilage of apocalypse
Mannequin tycoons with airport piano bar mystiques
Remodelling conjugal amaracus
Flexing like suburban Spartacus
Getting smacked up by unemployed hand models
Running out into traffic with Beaujolais bottles
Arabian nights, white satellites
Voodoo is tight, like sleek diamond ice
98-karat stickshift, Chinatown late night meals
Alfonzo giving me a backrub, 2 pm lazer bizzaginal rejuvenation
Triple album project, detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and Berettas, part-time hostages at pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museum
Norwegian hockey players passed out in government limos
Prime ministers with cryogenic faces, Louis Vuitton suitcases
Autographs and paid vacations, divorce papers and synthetic lubrications
Playing you like top-40 stations, ah you know the deal
Arabian nights, white satellites
Voodoo is tight like sleek diamond ice
Time-lapse footage of duct tape lies
Animal frequencies piercing deodorized nerves
Cosmetic procedures on the cartilage of apocalypse
Mannequin tycoons with airport piano bar mystiques
Remodelling conjugal amaracus
Flexing like suburban Spartacus
Getting smacked up by unemployed hand models
Running out into traffic with Beaujolais bottles
Arabian nights, white satellites
Voodoo is tight, like sleek diamond ice
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no comments?! this is like the better version of hollywood freaks. definitely one of the better songs of the midnite vultures album
the lyrics probably do have some meaning. to me, to me it sounds like he took a newspaper and started singing the words he saw while flipping through it. headlines with mixed various words while turning the pages.
This song wasn't on the US version of Midnight Vultures, I had to steal this one, sorry Beck :(
It's a great b-side though!
Beck's got the dadaist-cubist collage techniques up the yazoo on this one (and several others...)
The thing is: I never get tired of it.