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Gold Chains Lyrics
People lookin' fresh
In their lightning bones
Had the TB Blues
I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down
In their whip flash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together
Into some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got 50-foot woofers
And I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air
Like a hazard light
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
(What's your name? Cheetah and Tammy)
Stealin' my water from an empty well
I got birds of life and a chain-gang bell
Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road
I got debutantes with the elephant's gold
Feast and famines all holding their hands
Filling in the blanks with swollen glands
Draggin' my heels down the varicose lanes
Paradise landlords swingin' their chains
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
People lookin' fresh
In their lightning bones
Had the TB Blues
I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down
In their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together
Into some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got 50-foot woofers
And I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air
Like a hazard light
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
In their lightning bones
Had the TB Blues
I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down
In their whip flash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together
Into some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got 50-foot woofers
And I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air
Like a hazard light
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
I got birds of life and a chain-gang bell
Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road
I got debutantes with the elephant's gold
Feast and famines all holding their hands
Filling in the blanks with swollen glands
Draggin' my heels down the varicose lanes
Paradise landlords swingin' their chains
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
In their lightning bones
Had the TB Blues
I couldn't find no phones
Women driving down
In their whipflash rides
Had a wooden nickel finger
Pointing from all sides
Tryin' to get together
Into some kind of scene
I shook my spice last Sunday
Like a broken machine
I got 50-foot woofers
And I'm lonesome tonight
I put my hands in the air
Like a hazard light
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains swinging
I'm going back home
With my gold chains
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This is such an interesting song. I think it would've been great on Odelay and I'd have loved this song on that album. The lyrics make me think of a lonely guy, full of ideas and enthusiasm, who's style is about 10 years behind the times. He's trying to create an 80s style hip-hop party, "tryin' to get together into some kind of scene" maybe he's a DJ and a fantastic breakdancer. The only problem is that it's 1996! I have to think this is semi-autobiographical of Beck himself in his early amateur days. He saw what was going on as a kid. Maybe he was too young to participate, and by the time he became a sort of Grand Master Flash figure in the 90's, those times were lost and gone. It's tragic. He can't get anyone on board with his style of scene he wanted to resurrect. But the charm of the song is that this doesn't seem to get him down because he's his own entertainment, his own best friend and his own biggest fan. It doesn't matter that other people won't get on board with his moves and his fresh beats, because he brings the party with him everywhere he goes. They can't danpen his spirits because he knows how cool he really is. We should all be like this. We should all go back home with our gold chains swingin'. Maybe you gotten beaten this time around, but there's always next weekend. And we know it eventually worked out for Beck because, if you grew up in the 90s, you immediately wanna dance when someone says "two turntables and a microphone!". That's was definitely 10 years behind the times, but it rocked the 90s. It didn't matter that that tune reeked of mothballs, we loved that about it anyway, I know I did.
As a side note; I read an interview with Beck during the Mellow Gold era, and the interviewer asked what his favorite album was. His answer was the first album by the Bullet Boys. I don't know if you know who the hell the Bullet Boys are, but they were one of the very last hair metal bands to get signed, a bit like Jackal and Enuff Z Nuff. In other words, they were the dregs of the movement. But they had a very wild and over the top style, plus by 1994, they had the stench of yesterday's trend all over them. Flash in the pan and trashy as all hell. Beck has always had an affinity with things that were no longer in style but hadn't yet come back around as retro revival. He's always loved the thing that isn't cool anymore, seen as tacky, dated and slightly embarrassing. That's what Gold Chains is about. This song is a perfect example of how his mind works and why he's a genius.