Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997
Beck
I was born in this hotel washin' dishes in the sink magazines and free soda tryin hard not to think lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn she can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah comin' back from the convalescent home...oh... starin' at sports cars ... crying rattlesnake on the ceilin' gunpowder on my sleeve I will live here forever with the ocean and the bees lay it on to the dawn everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn lay it on to the dawn1994 1997 90s 90s Rock accoustic acoustic alt rock Alt-country alternative alternative rock american anti-folk art rock art-rock avant rock beat beck best mouth in rock blues city clone depressed desert music Dreamy eclectic electronic emo ennui experimental Experimental Rock Favorite Fidget folk for a cigarette good gotanygoodmusic halftoned singles club hi fidelity hotel Hotel City 1997 how can you not love beck igraju na gitarje indie indie rock kocham Lo-Fi mad world male vocalists Mellow music to grade to nice elevator music ozdobniki pop poszarpane Progressive rock punk rock singer and songwriter singer songwriter singer-songwriter slow smile surrealist tardiando tjjiets tracks weird Whiskey Whiskeyclone
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