Cellphone'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

The lyrics of the song "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck are a commentary on the effects of technology on modern society. The song begins with the opening lines, "Strange ways coming today, I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away". This line expresses the idea that in the modern world, money has lost its value, as we have become so reliant on technology that we no longer need cash to make transactions. Beck goes on to talk about the effect of technology on music, with the line "been a long time since a federal dime made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind", suggesting that modern music lacks the soul and authenticity of older music forms.


The song then takes on a more ominous tone, with Beck describing the negative consequences of technology on individuals and society as a whole. He talks about "let-down souls" who "can't feel no rhythm", and "toxic fumes from the burning plastic". Beck also describes people as "hybrid people", suggesting that technology has started to merge with our own identities, and gives examples of "robots talking with a southern accent" and "voodoo curses, Bible tongues". This line suggests that people are losing touch with their humanity, and that technology is beginning to take over our lives.


In the final verse, Beck describes people as being "lost in the desert", with their "cellphone's dead". This line suggests that people have become so reliant on technology that they are lost without it. The song ends on a positive note, with Beck proclaiming "One by one I'll knock you out", suggesting that he plans to take down the technology that has taken over our lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Strange ways coming today
Today brings about unexpected and unusual occurrences


I put a dollar in my pocket
I have money at my disposal


And I threw it away
I wasted my money


Been a long time
It has been a while


Since a federal dime
Life was different when I could live off government assistance


Made a jukebox sound
I felt nostalgic hearing the music from the past


Like a mirror in my mind
It reflected memories from my past


To comb my worries
To attempt to alleviate my concerns


Fix my thoughts
Get my thinking straightened out


Throw my hopes
Give up on my aspirations


Like a juggernaut walks
Move forward with an unstoppable momentum


Now let-down souls
Despondent individuals


Can't feel no rhythm
They have lost their sense of musical flow


Sorry entertainers
Incompetent performers


Like aerobics victims
As if they suffered from malicious fitness instructors


Hybrid people
Multicultural individuals


Light a wooded matchstick
Ignite dry kindling


Toxic fumes from the
Dangerous vapors originating from the


Burning plastic
Combusting synthetic materials


Beats are broken
The rhythm is inconsistent


Bones are spastic
Muscles uncontrollably spasm


Robots talkin'
Mechanically engineered entities communicating


With a southern accent
In an atypical dialect


Voodoo curses
Malevolent spellcasting


Bible tongues
Speaking in holy tongues


Voices comin'
Auditory hallucinations


From the mangled lungs
From damaged and scarred organs


Give me some grit
Show me perseverance


Some get-down shit
Really fun and enjoyable activities


Don't need a good reason
No justification required


To let anything rip
To let loose and enjoy oneself


Radio's cold
The radio station is unfeeling


Soul is infected
My spirit is tainted


One by one
Individually


I'll knock you out
I will defeat you


God is alone
Divinity is solitary


Hardware defective
The equipment is faulty


Mr. Microphone making
The loudspeaker is manufacturing


All the damage felt
Causes harm to all


Like a laser manifesto
A call to action with intense precision


Make a mannequin melt
Microwaving the pliable but synthetic human-like figure


There's people phonin' in
Individuals calling in to a show or radio station


Like it's unlimited minutes
As if they won't run out of talking time


Going through the motions
Completing routine actions without enthusiasm


Just to say that they did it
Solely for bragging rights


Treadmill's running
The mechanism is in motion


Underneath their feet
Beneath them


So they feel like they're going somewhere
So they believe they're making progress


But they're not
In actuality, they're not


So let's put boots
Let's take our next step


On the warehouse floor
On the surface of the business establishment


Comin' to you
Arriving at your location


Like a rope on a chain store
Like the tether of a store's sign


Throwing equipment
Recklessly discarding gear


From a moving van
While driving


Grab a microphone
Seize a loudspeaker


Like a utility man
Efficiently and skillfully


Now fix the beat
Correct the rhythm


Now break the rest
Disassemble the remainder


Make a kick drum sound
The percussion should be resounding


Like an S.O.S.
As if sending out a distress signal


Get a tow-truck
Summon assistance


Cause it's after dark
Due to the late hour


And the dance floor's full
The room is crowded with dancers


But everybody's double-parked!
They're all there, but they're in the way


Cell phone's dead
My mobile device has lost power


Lost in the desert
Stranded and alone


Eye of the sun
The central source of light


Is out of its socket
Misaligned or dislocated


One by one
One at a time


I'll knock you out
I will overcome you


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


Ah
Sigh indicating closure




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



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@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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