Cell Phone's Dead
Beck Lyrics


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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
To comb 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 from the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Robots talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grit
Some get-down shit
Don't need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio's cold
Soul is 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 say that 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 chain store
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
One by one

This jam is real, that's right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun





Ah

Overall Meaning

Beck's song Cell Phones Dead is a commentary on the dehumanizing effects of technology on modern society. The song paints a picture of a world where people are alienated from each other, unable to connect on a deeper level due to the pervasive influence of cell phones and other devices. The opening lines suggest that something strange is happening in the world, perhaps a type of social upheaval or insidious cultural shift. The singer is depicted as being frustrated and disillusioned with the state of society, as evidenced by his tossing a dollar away and the subsequent line about the lack of federal dimes. He remembers a time when music provided a mirror for his own thoughts and emotions, but now it seems as if he is surrounded by people who have lost touch with the rhythms of life. The lyrics also touch on themes of depression, anxiety, and loneliness, with the singer feeling let-down and unable to find solace in the entertainment industry.


The second half of the song sees the singer becoming more proactive and determined to change the situation. He urges listeners to get up and dance, to "throw some equipment from a moving van," and to "grab a microphone like a utility man." The message is one of empowerment and individualism, with the singer insisting that he doesn't need a good reason to let loose and be himself. The closing lines about the "eye of the sun" being out of its socket are perhaps a reference to the disorienting effects of modern life, with people feeling lost and adrift in a sea of technological distractions.


Overall, Cell Phones Dead is a powerful commentary on the damaging effects of technology on modern society. The lyrics are at times humorous and satirical, but there is a deeper message to be found in the song about the importance of human connection and authenticity.


Line by Line Meaning

Strange ways coming today
Weird and unusual things are happening today


I put a dollar in my pocket
I carried some money in my pocket


And I threw it away
But I wasted my dollar


Been a long time
It's been a while


Since a federal dime
I haven't seen a ten-cent coin in a while


Made a jukebox sound
The music from the jukebox made me feel a certain way


Like a mirror in my mind
It was like reflecting on my own thoughts and feelings


To comb my worries
I tried to alleviate my worries


Fix my thoughts
I tried to improve my mental state


Throw my hopes
I abandoned my hopeful aspirations


Like a juggernaut walks
I carried on relentlessly like an unstoppable force


Now let-down souls
People who are disappointed and disillusioned


Can't feel no rhythm
They can't sense any synchronization or flow


Sorry entertainers
Entertainers who have failed to live up to expectations


Like aerobics victims
They are like victims of '80s-era workout fads


Hybrid people
People who are a combination of various cultural and ethnic backgrounds


Light a wooded matchstick
When someone lights a wooden matchstick


Toxic fumes from the
Dangerous smoke produced by the


Burning plastic
Burning plastic material


Beats are broken
The rhythm is disrupted and unsteady


Bones are spastic
My movements are uncontrolled and shaky


Robots talkin'
Artificial intelligences communicating


With a southern accent
Speaking as if they're from the southern US, despite being machines


Voodoo curses
Hexes and curses invoking supernatural powers


Bible tongues
Languages from religious texts


Voices comin'
Sounds that I can hear


From the mangled lungs
From people's damaged, ruined organs


Give me some grit
I want some tough, unrefined music


Some get-down shit
Some groovy and funky tunes


Don't need a good reason
I don't require justification


To let anything rip
To rock out and let loose


Radio's cold
The music on the radio is uninspired


Soul is infected
The music is not moving me emotionally


One by one
Individually


I'll knock you out
I'll defeat you or put you to sleep


God is alone
A higher power is isolated and removed


Hardware defective
Machines are not operating properly


Mr. Microphone making
The Mr. Microphone brand is making


All the damage felt
Causing real harm and pain


Like a laser manifesto
Making a strong and ultimately destructive declaration


Make a mannequin melt
To make something fake or superficial disappear or be destroyed


There's people phonin' in
People are calling in


Like it's unlimited minutes
As if there's no time limit on their calls


Going through the motions
Without any real intention or passion behind their actions


Just to say that they did it
Just for the sake of being able to say they did it


Treadmill's running
The rat race is in full swing


Underneath their feet
Beneath the individuals caught up in it


So they feel like they're going somewhere
So that they have a sense of progress or momentum


But they're not
Even though it's an illusion


So let's put boots
Let's take action and do something about it


On the warehouse floor
In the midst of our work or labor


Comin' to you
Approaching you


Like a rope on a chain store
Like something that is hanging or dangling


Throwing equipment
Discarding various tools and instruments


From a moving van
While in transit


Grab a microphone
Pick up the mic


Like a utility man
In the role of a handyman or multi-use gadget


Now fix the beat
Correct the rhythmic structure


Now break the rest
Disrupt the remaining elements


Make a kick drum sound
Create an impactful booming noise


Like an S.O.S.
Like a distress call


Get a tow-truck
Acquire assistance or support


Cause it's after dark
It's nighttime


And the dance floor's full
The club is packed with people


But everybody's double-parked!
But everyone is waiting or procrastinating at the same time


Cell phone's dead
The mobile device lacks battery


Lost in the desert
Without communication in a remote area


Eye of the sun
The center or most powerful part of the sun


Is out of its socket
It is no longer where it's supposed to be


This jam is real, that's right
This music is authentic and genuine


Ah
An indefinite exclamation




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Beck Hansen

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@satchelsatchel

you dare to casually dismiss this videos

i. lack of risibly-overcompensational narcissistic cinematography
ii. dearth of expensive jewelry
iii. absence of dancers executing synchronous moves that Bob Fosse first choreographed 60 years ago

this video is nothing more than heresy and nothing less than iconoclasm

i have never seen such a shameless case of an artist not making the exact same video that ten thousand other artists have made a hundred thousand times before

in the entire film i did not see one single person posturing and flexing in a pitiful attempt to represent himself as having an exponentially greater state of coolness than he could even recognize if he ever saw it



All comments from YouTube:

@seancomrie4714

"People phone it in like it's unlimited minutes" is still the greatest ever tongue twister rap line in a song that only the right people love. Beck is criminally under rated, to a point where you have to wonder what the politics are behind that or is it just that he got lost in the tide? All I hear is genius, the man can lace words together like the best of the greatest. Tupac would absolutely love Beck in a different timeline where he is still alive and rap music was looking a lot more fun.

@yankee666187

Norms like cookie cutter shit. Beck is too next level for the masses to comprehend.

@jiggyy

It's tragic how most people have only heard "Loser". Beck has so many cool songs.

@danielwood4808

Yes it is. Sadly beck isnt a global megastar he has probably only sold about 10 million albums world wide. Thats still a lot but nothing compared to a popular musician.


Its still enough though for plenty of people to know how cool he is and spread the word :P

He is easily the best musician america has produced in the last 25 years.

@christopher399

Daniel Wood Only?

@feonixo

And that is the one Beck song I can't listen to lol

@xeskimoex

Fero

@chrisperrien7055

That "Mellow Gold" album is one of them "regulation" rock albums that any collection should have(if you still actually have albums/CD's LOL) . Kind of like the first Boston album or Led Zep 1 and 4, Back in Black, etc. It is up there with those.

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@momo_genX

Best instrumental kickdown ever. This Jam is Real..

@ritchl3262

I arrived on your comment on the exact moment! It is cool.

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