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Track: Lord Only Knows
Artist: Beck
Album: Odelay

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Name: Beck
Spotify Genres: anti-folk
Followers: 1,709,707
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American musician, singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. born July 8, 1970, in Los Angeles, California, USA. Son of [a=David Campbell] and [a=Bibbe Hansen], grandson of [a=Al Hansen]. He was married to [a=Marissa Ribisi] from 2004–2019. When his parents split, he and his younger brother stayed with their mother. Beck dropped out of school at the age of 14 and drifted around for about a decade, ending up back in Los Angeles. While playing some open-mike events, he got noticed by the little local label Bong Load Custom Records. In 1993, "Loser" was released to the world in a limited pressing of 500 copies and sent out to radio DJs across the U.S. The song became quite popular, and subsequently DGC/Geffen/MCA signed Beck in November of 1993, while giving him the freedom to work with independent labels and to make uncommercial music. The DGC release of Loser in January 1994 became an international hit.

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Release: Beck!* - Odelay
Year: 2016
Genres: Electronic, Hip Hop, Rock, Funk / Soul, Blues, Pop, Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Electro, Downtempo, Hip Hop, Disco, Afrobeat, Abstract

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LYRICS

You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted
What the Lord's laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call,
Let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Invite me to the seven seas
Like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please
And I'll do whatever I can
Titanic, fare thee well,
My eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age
Gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill,
There's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Odelay, odelay
Just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants.....