Bek Lyrics

Derelict

(From the Odelay Album)

[Written by Beck Hansen, Mike Simpson, John King]

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the policeman

Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air

Shooting venom at the passers-by
Hijackers tie the heavens down
I put my eyes in a paper bag
I'm spinnin' 'round like a gamblin' wheel
Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the policeman

Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back, derelict wind
Lay my soul in the foul of the air