(beck speaking:) [ya know how it is It's like, my...
Seventeen years in the city Static clinging to the ceiling...
....twilight...???? I've seen your place before, i've tread thid field...
It's, uh, november 6th, 1945, and we... ...went up to,...
There's nobody There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't...
windy, windy looking for a better home got me, got...
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos...
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song...
([gotta get it) ([gotta] get it) (yeeah-oh!) (yeeah-oh!) (plastic classic)...
this is song two on the album this is the...