Top 100 - 100/90- Loser ( Beck 1994)

 

Quand ‘loser’ OVNI musical total débarque sur la planète au milieu des années 90 tout le monde découvre derrière cet incroyable morceau phénoménal Beck , musicien californien surdoué de 24 ans qui a déjà enregistré 4 albums grace a des labels indépendants .L’album ‘mellow gold ‘ sur lequel figure ce titre insensé va sortir chez Geffen et va propulser Beck au sommet du jour au lendemain .

Bien épaulé par MTV qui diffuse le titre en boucle le jeune américain va instantannément acquérir un statut d’artiste culte

Et il y a bien evidemment de quoi car ‘Loser’ est vraiment une tuerie absolue ,un titre hallucinant de trouvailles folles, un mélange bric a brac aux influences multiples .Tout a la fois pop, rock hip hop, country , folk. , ce titre inouï est un ‘ single ‘ époustouflant signé par un chanteur qui avec son physique d'éternel adolescent, sa gueule d'ange et sa désinvolture va vite se tailler à part dans l'histoire de la musique

 

Paroles  :

In the time of
chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
yo cut it
Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
double-barrel buckshy
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare

ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
get crazy with the cheeze whiz
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
drive-by body-pierce
yo bring it on down
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
I'm a driver, I'm the winner
things are gonna change I can feel it
Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
I can't believe you
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Sprechen sie Deutch, baby
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Know what I'm sayin'?

 

 

 

 

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