Crawling out from a landfilled life, and i know i m gonna steal her eye, and i know i m gonna steal her eye
She doesn t even know what s wrong, she doesn t even know what s wrong Beck, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, yeah i saw her with her hands tied back, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, she spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching, round the roses
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving, fist pounding on a vending machine Girl, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, my sun-eyed girl, throw a coin in a fountain of dust
Take her where her soul belongs, she spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching Beck, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
My sun-eyed girl, my sun-eyed girl, my sun-eyed girl
my sun-eyed girl
and i know i m gonna steal her eye
she doesn t even know what s wrong
And i know i m gonna steal her eye, nothing that i would not try
Round the roses, take her where her soul belongs, my sun-eyed girl
with a noose she can hang from the sun
Yeah i saw her with her black tongue tied, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
She spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching, yeah i saw her with her hands tied back Girl, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, my sun-eyed girl Girl, she spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching
She doesn t even know what s wrong, got a ticket for a midnight hanging
Take her where her soul belongs, got a ticket for a midnight hanging Beck, my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl, toy diamond ring stuck on her finger, walking crooked down the beach
My sun-eyed girl, toy diamond ring stuck on her finger Girl, scrawling her name upon the ceiling
Beck is an artist in all sense of the word. He single-handedly produced his latest album all on his own and plays multiple instruments. The class he has shown throughout this speaks volumes about his character and doesn't play into social media. Music is subjective, so if you like Kanye, Beyonce or Beck that's great. But the way in which an album is made and what the "artist" does to create it is where this huge separation begins. Beyonce had 16 producers, many contributors and writers. Kanye's own performance on the Grammys was riddled with auto-tune and lets face it: He cannot sing. Do I enjoy his other music? Yes, he's a talented rapper. But he is attempting to venture into territory that is beyond any musical ability he, alone, possesses.
I saw Beck a few months ago, for the first time. It was one of my "bucket list" shows. I was blown away. The show was damn perfect, his entire library of music was played. And that voice. For such a small frame he can fill a room. Beck's an artist. And if you can't appreciate it, that's 100% okay. Just don't equate album sales and popularity to being great. That's not what the Album of The Year is. It's an award for musical excellence in many facets from instrumentation, singing and writing. And for that, Beck is a master of his craft.
I'm just confused of how people don't know who Beck is lol they actually played his stuff for years now on the radio, at least on my Detroit/Canada 89x new rock alternative station
Been listening to Beck since the early 2000s, and him winning came as a shock to me.
Not because he didn't deserve it, but because the Grammy's suddenly didn't seem purely based on what makes the most cash and what has the biggest sales appeal to the masses.
You go, Beck! You fully deserve it, and you're a fantastic musician! :)
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied
Round the roses
Fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she can hang from the sun
And put it out with her dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits on the sand where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
Hey, my sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yeah I saw her with her hands tied back
And her rags were burning
Crawling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name upon the ceiling
Throw a coin in a fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for a midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I would not try
Hey, my sun-eyed girl