-sel- phone´s dead, lost in the desert

someone (?) asked for the right egypt soundtrack... i decided for beck ;)
see more photos from egypt: www.ipernity.com/doc/29083/album



-sel- phone´s dead, lost in the desert

strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
been a long time since a federal dime
made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind
control my worries fix my thoughts
throw my hopes like a juggernaut walks
now let-down souls can´t feel no rhythm
sorry entertainers like aerobics victims
hybrid people light a wooded matchstick
toxic fumes and the burning plastic
beats are broken bones are spastic
boombox talkin´ with a southern accent
voodoo curses bible tongues
voices comin´ from the mangled lungs
give me some grits some get-down shit
don´t need a good reason to let anything rip

cell phone´s dead, lost in the desert
one by one I´ll knock you out
eye of the sun is out of its socket
one by one I´ll knock you out

radio´s cold solar´s infected
one by one I´ll knock you out
god is alone hardware defective
one by one I´ll knock you out

mr. microphone making all the damage felt
like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt
there´s people phonin´ in like it´s unlimited minutes
going through the motions just to savor they did it
treadmill´s running underneath their feet so they feel
like they´re going somewhere but they´re not
so let´s put boots on the warehouse floor
comin´ to you like a rope on a chainstore
throwing equipment from a moving van
grab a microphone like a utility man
now fix the beat now break the rest
make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S.
get a tow-truck cause it´s after dark
and the dance floor´s full but everybody´s double-parked!

cell phone´s dead, lost in the desert
one by one I´ll knock you out
eye of the sun is out of its socket
one by one I´ll knock you out

This jam is real... that´s right
eye of the sun
eye of the sun
eye of the sun