Released: November 1999

Yes, with this release, Midnite Vultures, Beck has reaffirmed his status as the true "King of Pop." Sorry Michael Jackson, but Beck has you beat.

Taking a different stance from previous efforts such as Mellow Gold and Odelay, Beck Hansen plays the role of the true insider, the sultry, suave, sexy rock superstar of the '70s, crooning lyrics that would make any woman of that decade (and this one, for that matter) swoon and sweat.

Backed by melodies that fuse brass horns, funky bass, banjo picking, guitars and drum loops, Beck becomes a true soulman, brashly singing lyrics that would make any other male star sound like a complete ignoramus.

"I met you at JCPenney/I think your name tag said Jenny ... I want to get with you and your sister/I think her name is Debra," the Soulman sings on "Debra." On the song "Get Real Paid," Beck sings, "I know you really want it/'Cos your Daddy's always on it/And he knows just how to flaunt it/He got pictures in his wallet/And he wanna be your lover."

Beck doesn't shy away from much, and he has produced (along with the Dust Brothers) and released a party album worthy of the pre-millennium tension hype that has saturated the American music scene.

Beck's creative, innovative interest in music in general enables him to create compositions neck deep in pop culture allusions and references that never seem trite and are delivered in a manner only Beck can pull off.

-Barry McGuire

Tracklist:

Sexx Laws
Nicotine & Gravy
Mixed Bizness
Get Real Paid
Hollywood Freaks
Peaches & Cream
Broken Train
Milk & Honey
Beautiful Way
Pressure Zone
Debra

Lyrics:

Sexx Laws

Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms

I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry

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Nicotine & Gravy

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive
It takes a miracle just to survive
Buried animals call your name
You keep on sleeping
Through the poignant rain

I think we're going crazy
Her left eye is lazy
She looks so Israeli
Nicotine and gravy

I'll feed you fruit that don't exist
I'll leave graffiti
Where you've never been kissed
I'll do your laundry
Massage your soul
I'll turn you over
To the highway patrol

I think we're going crazy
Things don't even faze me
Her left eye is lazy
Nicotine and gravy
Miracles amaze me
She looks so Israeli
Love the way she plays me
I think I'm going crazy

I don't want to die tonight
I don't want to die tonight

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Mixed Bizness

I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the b-boys scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Word up to the manthing
She's always cold lamping
Visine at the canteen
I just wanna watch you dance

Do you wanna ride on the Baltic Sea
I'll be your mistress C.O.D.
I'll comb your hair
Rewrite your diary
Pour champagne on a honey bee

She can really do me
She can look right through me
And make all the b-boys scream

I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

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Get Real Paid

We like the boys with the bullet proof vests
We like the girls with the cellophane chests
We like to ride on executive planes
We like to sit around and get real paid

I know you really want it
Cos your Daddy's always on it
And he knows just how to flaunt it
He got pictures in his wallet
And he wanna be your lover
Does he look just like my mother
Does he cover you like butter
And just leave you in the gutter

I want to know if I'm worth your time
There's so much to do before you die
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again
Touch my ass if you're qualified

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Hollywood Freaks

Hot milk
Mmmm... tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On hi-tech street
We go solo
Dance floors and talk shows
Hot dogs, No Doz
Hot sex in back rows

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene

Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak

People look so snooty
Take pills make them moody
Automatic bzooty
Zero to tutti fruitti
Sex in the halls
Niagra Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria
Pop lockin' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like an 808

Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this?

Norman Schwartzkoff
Something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Hollywood nuns with the Hollywood phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want
If you want to know
Satin sheets
Tropical oils
Turn up the heat
Till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors
Read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry
Realistic tears

Jockin' my Mercedes
Probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy
He wish he was a lady

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Peaches & Cream

Don't tell your right hand baby
What your left hand do
You know those road check girls
Will make your brown breath blue

Peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a dangerous dream
Peaches and cream

You look good in that sweater
And that aluminum crutch
I'm gonna let you down easy
I've got a delicate touch

Peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream

You're a torn out page
From a best selling book
Your home girl's on the line
But your daddy's off the hook
Where do we go now?

Give those pious soldiers
Another lollipop
Cause we're on the good ship
Menage et tois

Peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a delicate thing

Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning

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Broken Train

The snipers are passed out in the bushes again
I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned before the riots started
'Cause there's only rehashed faces on the bread line tonight
Soon you'll be a figment of some infamous life

Billionaires smile like weapons
Passing out platinum pensions
They're out of control
No one knows how low they'll go

Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train

Those bra burning deportees at the service station
They know that beige is the color of resignation

We're out of control
No one knows how low we'll go

Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train

Shining like crystal tiaras
Ghettos and grey Rivieras
This is the real me ladies
You won't find no shelter here

Tell me, what's your zip code baby?
Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap?

They're out of control
No one knows how low they'll go

Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train
Hold on
Take a ride on the broken train

La la la la la
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control
We're out of control

Take a ride on the broken train
Take a ride on the broken train

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Milk & Honey

Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself
In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles behind myself

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor boy wanna run
Milk and Honey
Do you wanna love me
Under the aluminum sun

Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll get the keys to the city for free

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny
Living in a garden of sleaze

Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the buddah chimes
She slips me ruffies
Receding hairlines

She's all right, touching my body
She's all right, on my computer
She's all right, selling me watches
She's all right, ring on my finger

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Beautiful Way

There's searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who's gonna love my baby
When she's gone around the bend?
Egyptian bells are ringing
When it's her birthday
A sweet nothing, I'm talking about you
There's a hurricane blowing your way

Such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Such a beautiful way
To break my heart

There's someone calling your name
It's driving you insane

You were wearing that stained raincoat
And your umbrella was a tangled mess
You were washed up on the glittering shoals
Looking for another crime to confess
You bribed yourself out of a place in the sun
But you had some change to spare
So you said you wanna spend it on me
And shook the blues out of your hair

Such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Such a beautiful way
To break my heart

There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that train

Such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Such a beautiful way
To break my heart

There's someone calling your name
It's driving you insane

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Pressure Zone

The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with butcher girls
She don't ever change her clothes

Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years

Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase

Cherry gardens feel like ice
Hazard lights from her past
Underneath the broken bridge
Hookers hug illegal dads
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase

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Debra

I met you at JC Penney
I think your nametag said "Jenny"
I coldstep to you with a fresh pack of gum
Somehow i knew you were lookin' for some
Like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin'
I wouldn't do you like that Zankou Chicken
'Cos only you've got a thing
That i just got to get with
I just got to get with you
And you know what we're gonna do

I wanna get with you
And your sister
I think her name's Debra

I wanna get with you
And your sister
I think her name's Debra

I pick you up late at night after work
I said "lady, step inside my Hyundai"
I'm gonna take you up to Glendale
Gonna take you for a real good meal

'Cos when our eyes did meet
Girl you know i was packin' heat
Ain't no use in wastin' no time gettin' to know each other
'Cos only you got a thing
That i just got to get with

I wanna get with you
And your sister
I think her name's Debra

I wanna get with you
And your sister
I think her name's Debra

Lovely lady
Girl you drive me crazy

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